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m all men will envy you。 Why must you itch To be running away； on the eve of all this； To a woman whom never for once did you miss All these years since you left her？ Who knows what may hap？ This letterto MEis a palpable trap。 The woman has changed since you knew her。 Perchance She yet seeks to renew her youth's broken romance。 When women begin to feel youth and their beauty Slip from them； they count it a sort of a duty To let nothing else slip away unsecured Which these； while they lasted； might once have procured。 Lucile's a coquette to the end of her fingers； I will stake my last farthing。 Perhaps the wish lingers To recall the once reckless； indifferent lover To the feet he has left； let intrigue now recover What truth could not keep。 'Twere a vengeance； no doubt A triumph；but why must YOU bring it about？ You are risking the substance of all that you schemed To obtain； and for what？ some mad dream you have dream'd。
ALFRED。
But there's nothing to risk。 You exaggerate； Jack； You mistake。 In three days； at the most； I am back。
JOHN。
Ay； but how？ 。 。 。 discontented； unsettled； upset； Bearing with you a comfortless twinge of regret。 Preoccupied； sulky； and likely enough To make your betroth'd break off all in a huff。 Three days； do you say？ But in three days who knows What may happen？ I don't； nor do you； I suppose。
V。
Of all the good things in this good world around us； The one most abundantly furnish'd and found us； And which； for that reason； we least care about； And can best spare our friends； is good counsel； no doubt。 But advice； when 'tis sought from a friend （though civility May forbid to avow it）； means mere liability In the bill we already have drawn on Remorse； Which we deem that a true friend is bound to indorse。 A mere lecture on debt from that friend is a bore。 Thus； the better his cousin's advice was； the more Alfred Vargrave with angry resentment opposed it。 And； having the worst of the contest； he closed it With so firm a resolve his bad ground to maintain； That； sadly perceiving resistance was vain； And argument fruitless； the amiable Jack Came to terms and assisted his cousin to pack A slender valise （the one small condescension Which his final remonstrance obtain'd）； whose dimension Excluded large outfits； and； cursing his stars； he Shook hands with his friend and return'd to Miss Darcy。
VI。
Lord Alfred； when last to the window he turn'd； Ere he lock'd up and quitted his chamber； discern'd Matilda ride by； with her cheek beaming bright In what Virgil has call'd； 〃Youth's purpureal light〃 （I like the expression； and can't find a better）。 He sigh'd as he look'd at her。 Did he regret her？ In her habit and hat； with her glad golden hair； As airy and blithe as a blithe bird in air； And her arch rosy lips； and her eager blue eyes； With her little impertinent look of surprise； And her round youthful figure； and fair neck； below The dark drooping feather； as radiant as snow； I can only declare； that if I had the chance Of passing three days in the exquisite glance Of those eyes； or caressing the hand that now petted That fine English mare； I should much have regretted Whatever might lose me one little half…hour Of a pastime so pleasant； when once in my power。 For； if one drop of milk from the bright Milky Way Could turn into a woman； 'twould look； I dare say； Not more fresh than Matilda was looking that day。
VII。
But； whatever the feeling that prompted the sigh With which Alfred Vargrave now watched her ride by； I can only affirm that； in watching her ride； As he turned from the window he certainly sigh'd。
CANTO II。
I。
LETTER FROM LORD ALFRED VARGRAVE TO THE COMTESSE DE NEVERS。
BIGORRE； TUESDAY。
〃Your note； Madam； reach'd me to…day； at Bigorre； And commands （need I add？） my obedience。 Before The night I shall be at Luchonwhere a line； If sent to Duval's； the hotel where I dine； Will find me； awaiting your orders。 Receive My respects。 〃Yours sincerely； 〃A。 VARGRAVE。 〃I leave In an hour。〃
II。
In an hour from the time he wrote this Alfred Vargrave； in tracking a mountain abyss； Gave the rein to his steed and his thoughts； and pursued； In pursuing his course through the blue solitude； The reflections that journey gave rise to。 And （Because； without some such precaution； I fear You might fail to distinguish； them each from the rest Of the world they belong to； whose captives are drest； As our convicts； precisely the same one and all； While the coat cut for Peter is pass'd on to Paul） I resolve； one by one； when I pick from the mass The persons I want； as before you they pass； To label them broadly in plain black and white On the backs of them。 Therefore whilst yet he's in sight； I first label my hero。
III。
The age is gone o'er When a man may in all things be all。 We have more Painters； poets； musicians； and artists； no doubt； Than the great Cinquecento gave birth to； but out Of a million of mere dilettanti； when； when Will a new LEONARDO arise on our ken？ He is gone with the age which begat him。 Our own Is too vast； and too complex； for one man alone To embody its purpose； and hold it shut close In the palm of his hand。 There were giants in those Irreclaimable days； but in these days of ours； In dividing the work； we distribute the powers。 Yet a dwarf on a dead giant's shoulders sees more Than the 'live giant's eyesight availed to explore； And in life's lengthen'd alphabet what used to be To our sires X Y Z is to us A B C。 A Vanini is roasted alive for his pains； But a Bacon comes after and picks up his brains。 A Bruno is angrily seized by the throttle And hunted about by thy ghost； Aristotle； Till a More or Lavater step into his place： Then the world turns and makes an admiring grimace。 Once the men were so great and so few； they appear； Through a distant Olympian atmosphere； Like vast Caryatids upholding the age。 Now the men are so many and small； disengage One man from the million to mark him； next moment The crowd sweeps him hurriedly out of your comment； And since we seek vainly （to praise in our songs） 'Mid our fellows the size which to heroes belongs； We take the whole age for a hero； in want Of a better； and still； in its favor； descant On the strength and the beauty which； failing to find In any one man； we ascribe to mankind。
IV。
Alfred Vargrave was one of those men who achieve So little； because of the much they conceive： With irresolute finger he knock'd at each one Of the doorways of life； and abided in none。 His course； by each star that would cross it； was set； And whatever he did he was sure to regret。 That target； discuss'd by the travellers of old； Which to one appear'd argent； to one appear'd gold； To him； ever lingering on Doubt's dizzy margent； Appear'd in one moment both golden and argent。 The man who seeks one thing in life； and but one； May hope to achieve it before life be done； But he who seeks all things； wherever he goes； Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows A harvest of barren regrets。 And the worm That crawls on in the d