LVIL
Fondly  the  wheeling  fire-flies  flew  around  her,

Those  little  glitterers  of  the  London  night;
But  none  of  these  possess'd  a  sting  to  woond  \m^

She  was  a  pitch  beyond  a  coxcomb's  flight
Perhaps  she  wish'd  an  aspirant  profounder  ^

But,  whatsoe'er  she  wish'd,  she  acted  right ;
And  whether  coldness,  pride,  or  virtue,  dignify
A  woman,  so  she's  good,  what  does  it  signifj  ?

LVIIL
I  hate  a  motive  like  a  lingering  bottle,

Which  with  the  landlord  makes  too  long  •  stiai,
Leaving  all  claretless  the  unmoisten'd  throttle,

Especially  with  politics  on  hand;
I  hate  it,  as  I  hate  a  drove  of  cattle,

Who  whirl  the  dust  as  Simooms  whirl  the  nad;
I  hate  it,  as  I  hate  an  argument,
A  laureate's  ode,  or  servile  peer's  "  content"

UX.
'Tis  sad  to  haok  into  the  roots  of  thing*,
They  are  so  much  intertwisted  with  the  eizth,

So  that  the  branch  a  goodly  verdun  flings,
I  reck  not  if  an  acorn  gave  it  birth.
To  trace  aU  actions  to  their  secret  springs
^ould  make  indeed  some  melancholy  mifik:

But  this  is  not  at  present  my  concern,

And  I  nfor  you  to  wiw  Oxenstiem.*

LX.
With  the  kind  view  of  saving  an  edit,
Both  to  the  duchess  and  diplomatist,

The  Lady  Adeline,  as  soon's  she  saw
That  Juan  was  unlikely  to  resistF^

(For  foreignen  don't  know  that  a/ottfjRM
In  England  ranks  quite  on  a  difierent  hst

From  those  of  other  lands,  unbless'd  withJaiiM,

Whose  veadict  for  such  sin  a  certain  core  is)-

LXI.
The  Lsdy  Adeline  resolved  to  take

Such  measures  as  she  thought  might  best  iii9^
The  farther  progress  of  this  sad  mistake.
She  thought  with  some  simplicity  indeed;
But  innocence  is  bold  even  at  the  stake.
