Also he dress'd up, for the nonce, fascines Like men with turbans, scimitars, and dirks, And made them charge with bayonet these machines, By way of lesson against actual Turks:
And when well practised in these mimic scenes, He judged them proper to assail the works;
At which your wise men sneer'd in phrases witty:
He made no answer; but he took the city.
Most things were in this posture on the eve Of the assault, and all the camp was in A stern repose; which you would scarce conceive;
Yet men resolved to dash through thick and thin Are very silent when they once believe That all is settled:- there was little din, For some were thinking of their home and friends, And others of themselves and latter ends.
Suwarrow chiefly was on the alert, Surveying, drilling, ordering, jesting, pondering;
For the man was, we safely may assert, A thing to wonder at beyond most wondering;
Hero, buffoon, half-demon, and half-dirt, Praying, instructing, desolating, plundering;
Now Mars, now Momus; and when bent to storm A fortress, Harlequin in uniform.
The day before the assault, while upon drill-For this great conqueror play'd the corporal-Some Cossacques, hovering like hawks round a hill, Had met a party towards the twilight's fall, One of whom spoke their tongue- or well or ill, 'T was much that he was understood at all;
But whether from his voice, or speech, or manner, They found that he had fought beneath their banner.
Whereon immediately at his request They brought him and his comrades to head-quarters;
Their dress was Moslem, but you might have guess'd That these were merely masquerading Tartars, And that beneath each Turkish-fashion'd vest Lurk'd Christianity; which sometimes barters Her inward grace for outward show, and makes It difficult to shun some strange mistakes.
Suwarrow, who was standing in his shirt Before a company of Calmucks, drilling, Exclaiming, fooling, swearing at the inert, And lecturing on the noble art of killing,-For deeming human clay but common dirt, This great philosopher was thus instilling His maxims, which to martial comprehension Proved death in battle equal to a pension;-Suwarrow, when he saw this company Of Cossacques and their prey, turn'd round and cast Upon them his slow brow and piercing eye:-'Whence come ye?'- 'From Constantinople last, Captives just now escaped,' was the reply.
'What are ye?'- 'What you see us.' Briefly pass'd This dialogue; for he who answer'd knew To whom he spoke, and made his words but few.
'Your names?'- 'Mine 's Johnson, and my comrade 's Juan;
The other two are women, and the third Is neither man nor woman.' The chief threw on The party a slight glance, then said, 'I have heard Your name before, the second is a new one:
To bring the other three here was absurd:
But let that pass:- I think I have heard your name In the Nikolaiew regiment?'- 'The same.'
'You served at Widdin?'- 'Yes.'- 'You led the attack?'
'I did.'- 'What next?'- 'I really hardly know.'
'You were the first i' the breach?'- 'I was not slack At least to follow those who might be so.'
'What follow'd?'- 'A shot laid me on my back, And I became a prisoner to the foe.'
'You shall have vengeance, for the town surrounded Is twice as strong as that where you were wounded.
'Where will you serve?'- 'Where'er you please.'- 'I know You like to be the hope of the forlorn, And doubtless would be foremost on the foe After the hardships you 've already borne.
And this young fellow- say what can he do?
He with the beardless chin and garments torn?'
'Why, general, if he hath no greater fault In war than love, he had better lead the assault.'
'He shall if that he dare.' Here Juan bow'd Low as the compliment deserved. Suwarrow Continued: 'Your old regiment's allow'd, By special providence, to lead to-morrow, Or it may be to-night, the assault: I have vow'd To several saints, that shortly plough or harrow Shall pass o'er what was Ismail, and its tusk Be unimpeded by the proudest mosque.
'So now, my lads, for glory!'- Here he turn'd And drill'd away in the most classic Russian, Until each high, heroic bosom burn'd For cash and conquest, as if from a cushion A preacher had held forth (who nobly spurn'd All earthly goods save tithes) and bade them push on To slay the Pagans who resisted, battering The armies of the Christian Empress Catherine.
Johnson, who knew by this long colloquy Himself a favourite, ventured to address Suwarrow, though engaged with accents high In his resumed amusement. 'I confess My debt in being thus allow'd to die Among the foremost; but if you 'd express Explicitly our several posts, my friend And self would know what duty to attend.'
'Right! I was busy, and forgot. Why, you Will join your former regiment, which should be Now under arms. Ho! Katskoff, take him to (Here he call'd up a Polish orderly)
His post, I mean the regiment Nikolaiew:
The stranger stripling may remain with me;
He 's a fine boy. The women may be sent To the other baggage, or to the sick tent.'
But here a sort of scene began to ensue:
The ladies,- who by no means had been bred To be disposed of in a way so new, Although their haram education led Doubtless to that of doctrines the most true, Passive obedience,- now raised up the head, With flashing eyes and starting tears, and flung Their arms, as hens their wings about their young, O'er the promoted couple of brave men Who were thus honour'd by the greatest chief That ever peopled hell with heroes slain, Or plunged a province or a realm in grief.
Oh, foolish mortals! Always taught in vain!
Oh, glorious laurel! since for one sole leaf Of thine imaginary deathless tree, Of blood and tears must flow the unebbing sea.
Suwarrow, who had small regard for tears, And not much sympathy for blood, survey'd The women with their hair about their ears And natural agonies, with a slight shade Of feeling: for however habit sears Men's hearts against whole millions, when their trade Is butchery, sometimes a single sorrow Will touch even heroes- and such was Suwarrow.
