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Review. Satan; a Poem.

In our perusal, we have found much to admire, and much, to condemn. It abounds with beauties, and also with the virus of moral contamination. It seems to combine "some of the best and some of the worst qualities" of the noble poet. His name, however, is more than sufficient to ensure an extensive sale; and few, perhaps, among the numerous admirers of his poetry, but will be anxious to possess these Letters, and biographical notices. In the latter, from the pen of Mr. Moore, no attempts have been made to vindicate the deformities of his Lordship's morals; and we consider the omission not less honourable to the principles of the biographer, than the arrangement of the materials is reputable to his talents and his fame, though standing among the foremost poets of the age in which he

lives.

REVIEW.-Satan; a Poem. By Robert Montgomery. 12mo. pp. 390. Maunder, London. 1830.

THE author of this volume having, by his former publications, secured an honourable niche in the temple of fame, great expectations will always be excited by every article which he sends into the world. On the present occasion, solicitude is awakened with peculiar intensity. The name of his hero communicates to the reader a kind of poetic inspiration, through which he is prepared for great exploits; so that while Ion weak wings from far," he follows the enchanter's flight, it is with a full persuasion, that he shall behold his muse soaring "Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues

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Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme." Satan is a very notorious character, of extensive dominion, and of large acquaintance. To his moral features very few are entire strangers; and unless the lineaments of his countenance are faithfully preserved, many will entertain doubts if he ever sat to Mr. Montgomery for his likeness. There can be no question, that his infernal majesty may be exhibited in a great variety of attitudes. Cloven feet, a long tail, and a frightful pair of horns, are not essential to the fidelity of representation. He may transform himself into an angel of light, visit the pulpit, the senate, or the bar, or admire the paintings at Somerset-house, without displaying those terrific appendages to which fanciful superstition has given a 'monstrous birth. There are not many positions in which he can be placed, that will be wholly inconsistent with his real character; and with almost any mode of

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conduct, it would be easy to incorporate many of his striking peculiarities. What fable has attributed to Proteus of old, may be affirmed of him without fiction or hyperbole, through all the intermediate gradations," from "a stripling cherub" visiting Uriel in the sun, to "a roaring lion," roaming the earth, "seeking whom he may devour.'

When the name of Satan first appeared before us in the titlepage, fancy immediately depicted him as glorying in fields of battle, delighting in rivers of human blood, originating the intrigues of courts, generating despotism, slavery, anarchy, and national commotions on an extended scale, and exulting over the miseries of a distracted world. Through the same magical optic, we beheld him presiding at the gaming table, frequenting masquerades, amusing listening audiences with the speeches of mimic heroes on the stage, inspiring passion with ferocity, promoting assassination, duelling, and suicide, and encouraging drunkenness, midnight revels, and criminal excesses in all their varieties. Over these, and over all the numerous vices which deform the human character, though located in operation, rather than diminutive in turpitude, we expected to behold him glow with rapture, and

"Grin horrible a ghastly smile."

On turning, however, to the pages of this poem, we found that the author had, in many respects, taken a very different view of this "chief of many throned powers," and exhibited him with features, which many, who would disclaim the character of devils, would be almost proud to own.

The whole is divided into three books, in each of which, Satan is the only personage who either meditates or speaks. It is a long soliloquy, which proceeds from beginning to end, without any interruption, containing observations on historical incidents, on passing occurrences, and on events which are as yet embosomed in futurity. To the dark workings of the infernal mind, no one is presumed to be privy; the poet has therefore a fair opportunity of representing Satan under the influence of feelings, and as uttering expressions, which he can have no inducement to disguise. Thus circumstanced, we feel no astonishment, that he should bear his testimony to the truths of Revelation, and half regret the miseries, as well as triumph over the degraded condition, of human nature.

If the keen vibration of bright truth be Hell," we may well allow Satan in solitude to become a genuine moralist, and even à preacher of righteousness, when there is no

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hearer to be benefited by his discourse. In | Life-winged monsters, ravenously wild,
much of this character the poet presents
him to our view. For a season he sustains
the part assumed with consummate ad-
dress, but various incidents breaking in
upon the reveries of his meditation, rage
and passion burst forth in terrible violence,
and all the devil burns and heaves with
infernal fury. Throughout the poem many
instances of this kind occur; but we per-
ceive nothing inconsistent in the whole,
although the materials may appear incon-
gruous. That these views of Satan have
been taken by the author, we have his own
authority for asserting. His preface is in
verse, and in one of the stanzas he thus
delineates his plan of procedure :-

And yet a curse is on thee!-'tis the curse
Sublimity o'er all her soul hath breath'd,
Of havoc, which the violators reap'd
For thy young destiny, when first amid
Thy wilds the cannon pour'd his thundering awe,
Shaking the trees that never yet had bow'd,

Save to the storminess of Nature's ire.

"Hath gentleness redeem'd the guilt of old?
Hath Freedom heal'd the wounds of War, and paid
Her ransom to the nameless and unknown,
The unremember'd, but the soul-immortal still,
The dead,-whose birthright was sublime as kings'?
Approach, and answer me, dejected one!
Art thou the remnant of a free-born race,
Majestic lords of Nature's majesty ?

"And such, a wanderer o'er the earth, The viewless power, I've dared to draw, And humanly have given birth

To all he FELT and all he saw."

In the first Book, Satan, standing on the mountain-head, where he tempted the Saviour, and was foiled by him, takes a cursory review of the world, and looks back, through the vista of departed ages, on the most renowned kingdoms of the earth, which having lived their day and disappeared, furnish a certain presage, that every thing beneath the sun being in a state of mutation, will finally sink in the vortex of time, and retire from the empire of visible existence. This universal desolation, he not only infers from analogy, but from the language of inspiration, in which he

"Is visioned as the Prince of air, A spirit that would crush the universe, And battle with eternity."

In his gloomy retrospection, and while moralizing on various events, Columbus appears on the stage of existence, and his discovery of America leads the fiend to the following observations on this great achievement, connected with some of its effects and consequences:—

"Thou hugest region of the quarter'd globe, Where all the climates dwell, and Nature moves In majesty,-hereafter, when the tides

Of circumstance have roll'd their changing years,
What empires may be born of thee!-thy ships,
By thousands, dancing o'er the isle-strewn deep;
Thy banners waved in every land. E'en now
Defiance flashes from thy fearless eye,
While Nature tells thee greatness is thine own.-
Who on those dreadful giants of the South,
Those pyramids, by the Creator rear'd,
Thine Andes, girdled with the storms, can gaze ;
Or hear Niagara's unearthly might
Leap downward in a dash of proud despair,
Mocking the thunder with impassion'd sound,-
Nor think the Spirit of ambition wakes
From each free glory?-What a grandeur lives
Through each stern scene!-in yon Canadian
woods,

Whose stately poplars clothe their heads with
clouds,

And dignify creation as they stand;

Or in the rain-floods,-rivers where they fall!-
Or hurricanes, that howl themselves along,

Of them, whose brows were bold as heaven, whose
hands

Oft tamed the woods,--whose feet outfled the winds
Who faced the lightning with undazzled gaze,
And dream'd the thunder language of their God?
The Earth and Sky-'twas Freedom's and their
But thou-the SUN hath written on thee, SLAVE!
A branded limb, and a degraded mind
The tyrants give thee for eternal toil,
And tears; or lash thy labour out in blood!

own,

"And some are Britons, who enslave the free; Then boast not, England! while a Briton links The chain of thraldom, glory can be thine. Vain are thy vows, thy temples, and thy truths That hallow them, while yet a slave exists Who curses thee: each curse in heaven is heard ; 'Tis seal'd, and answer'd in the depths below!

"From dungeon and from denjthere comes a voice
That supplicates for Freedom; from the tomb
of martyrs her transcendency is told,
And dimm'd she may, but cannot be destroy'd.-
Who bends the spirit from its high domain,"
For soul doth share in His supremacy;
To crush it, is to violate His power,
And grasp the sceptre an Almighty yields!
"For freedom, such as proud Ambition call'd
A freedom, I lost heaven, and therefore, slaves
On earth, are victims that I scorn to see.
No! let them in their liberty be mine;
Or, what if foul Oppression fill the cup
Of crime, that Hell may have a deeper draught?
My kingdom is of evil, and the crowns
Of many an earth-born despot glitter there.
Then let the pangless hearts of tyrants beat
Unblasted, till, from deepest agony,
With the proud wrath of ages in her soul,
Freedom arise, and vindicate her name!"
Book i. p. 56-62.

On God himself a sacrilege commits;

His

place Mr. Montgomery's principles and The preceding extract can hardly fail to talents in a very favourable light. reasonings are clear and natural, his feelings on slavery impassioned, indignant, and humane; his accusations against Britons more than merited, and his lines dignified, glowing, and harmonious. His description of India is full of vigour. Her mountains, capabilities, and the superstitions of her inhabitants, are encircled with wreaths of poetic laurels. Ancient Rome rises before us in hoary grandeur, and the mind is awakened to pensive reflection on contrasting her former with her present degraded

state.

The Second Book is more ethical and didactic than the First. In these departments Satan ranges uncontrolled, and delivers his sentiments in language that may be supposed to portray the inward workings of a mind alienated from good, yet

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awed into a transient abandonment of dissimulation, by the overwhelming force of truth. On exploring the sources of moral phenomena, as displayed in the conduct of mankind, the arch-fiend discovers in his train of ministers, Pride, Ambition, Avarice, Envy, Lust, and Jealousy. These he apostrophizes; to these he acknowledges his obligations; and to their active operation he admits that he is much indebted for

the wide diffusion of his empire, and its stability among mankind. Atheism also comes in for its share of praise, but the eulogy bestowed on its abettors, is such a felicitous compound of approbation and contempt, that we quote the following lines:

"An Atheist,-he hath never faced an hour, And not belied the name he bore. His doubt Is darkness from the unbelieving will

Begot, and oft a parasite to sin

Too dear to be deserted,-for the truth

That unveils Heaven and her immortal thrones,
Uncovers Hell, and awful duties too!
Meanwhile I flatter the surpassing fool,
And hear him challenge God to bare his brow,
Unsphere some orb, and shew Him all sublime."
p. 144.

The primeval state of man, the infernal machinations which introduced moral evil, and some of the immediate effects of sin, present themselves to the mental eye of Satan in his retrospection of ancient great events. Christianity also claims a place in his reflections, and to the Saviour of mankind he yields a sort of involuntary and reluctant homage.

"The Saviour, Son of the Most High, enthroned
Amid the Hallelujahs of the blest,
I saw him ere the universe began:
When space was worldless, luminously filled
With emanations of vast deity;

1 saw him when immensity his voice
Obeyed, and NOTHING started into worlds.
And did I not,-be witness, Powers inferne!

Bear on my brow the lightnings that he wreaked,
Because I would not to his Godhead bend?
"Too deep the vengeance of atoning blood
On me shall come, for him to be forgot!
I hate him for the ruined world he saved;
And yet his glorious pilgrimage confess."

p. 183-185.

The world thus morally surveyed, Satan towards the termination of this book, withdraws his attention from other objects, and meditating on himself, and on the relation in which he stands to the Almighty, thus pours forth the agonized feelings which burn within. The lines are majestic and awful, and derive an indescribable pathos from those mingled emotions of pride, terror, indignation, sorrow, and despair, which live in every sentence.

"Thou dread Avenger! ever-living One! Lone Arbiter! Eternal, Vast, and True; The soul and centre of created things In atoms or in worlds, around whose throne Eternity is wheel'd; who look st-and life Appears; who frown'st, and life hath pass'd away! Thou God-I feel thine everlasting Curse,

Yet wither not: the lightnings of Thy wrath.
Burn in my spirit, yet it shall endure
Unblasted, that which cannot be extinct.
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From whence the universe of life was drawn!
Unutter'd is Thy nature; to Thyself alone
The fathom'd, prov'd, and comprehended God;
Though once the steep of Thine Almightiness
This haught, unbowing spirit would have climb'd
And sat beside thee, God with God enthron'd,-
And vanquish'd, fell-Thy might I'll not disclaim.
Perfections, Powers, and Attributes unnamed
Immutable! Omnipotence is Thine;
Attend Thee; Thou art all, and oh! how great

That consummation! Worlds to worlds

Repeat it, angels and archangels veil
Their wings, and shine more glorious at the sound:
Thus infinite and fathomless, Thou wert,
And art, and wilt be. In thine awful blaze
Of majesty, amid empyreal pomp

Of Sanctities, chief Hierarch, I stood
And heard the hymning thunders voice Thy name,
Before Thy throne, terrifically bright,

While bow'd the heavens, and echoed Deity!
"Then heav'd a dark and dreadless swell of
pride

Within me; an ambition, huge and high
Enough to overshadow The Supreme,

In fnll intensity before me tower'd,

And fronted pride against Omnipotence !
Thus rose the anarchy, the hell of war

Amid the skies; then frown'd embattled hosts,
In unimaginable arms divine,-

But why recount it? we were disarray'd,
And sent in flaming whirlwinds to the deep
Tartarean, where my never-ending doom
Is hell!-but Thou art heaven, and heaven is God.
"And yet divided empire I have won.
And have I not, recount it, Space and Time!
Behold the havoc in Thy beauteous world!
Thy master-piece, creation's god of clay,
Dethroned from that high excellence he proved,
When first man walk'd a shadow of Thyself?
Prostration vile, an alienate from Thee,
Man is; and shall his fallen nature rise,
Regain her height, and fill ethereal thrones ?
Many a cloud of evil shall be burst

Ere that day come; severe and dread the strife
Of sullied nature with the soul of man!
Wherever loealized, whate'er his creed
Temptation, like a spirit, tracks his path,
Though every pang by sin produced, increase
The agonized Eternity 1 bear.

"A doleful midnight to cerulean day
Is not more opposite, than I to Thee:
Thou art the glorious, I the evil One;
Thou reign'st above; my kingdom is below;
On earth, 'tis thine to succour and adorn
The soul, through Him the interceding Judge,
By thoughts divine, and agencies direct;
To cheer the gentle, and reward the good,
And o'er the many waves and woes of life
To pour the sunshine of Almighty love:
"Tis mine to darken, wither and destroy
Creation and her hopes,-to make them hell.
"Then roll thee on, thou high and haughty
World,

And queen it bravely o'er the universe!
Still be thy sun as bright, thy sea as loud
In her sublimity, thy floods and winds
As potent, and thy lording elements

As vast in their creative range of power,
As each and all have ever been: build thrones,
And empires, heap the mountain of thy crimes,

Be mean or mighty, wise or worthless still,—
Yet I am with thee! and my power shall reign
Until the trumpet of thy doom be heard,
Thine ocean vanish'd, and thy heavens no more!

Till thou be tenantless, a welt'ring mass
Of fire, a dying and dissolving world:
And then, Thy hidden lightnings are unsheath'd,
O God! the thunders of Despair shall roll;
Mine hour is come, and I am wreck'd of all,
All save Eternity, and that is mine."-p. 198 to 204.

The Third Book bears, in several respects, a strong resemblance to she second,

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so that many remarks which have been made on that, are applicable to this. Enough, however, still remains, to render the dissimilarity quite apparent. In some respects the reasoning is more abstract and philosophical, and in others the objects are more specific and local. England undergoes a long investigation, and, with all her excellencies, advantages, and pretensions to sanctity and virtue, furnishes Satan with more occasions for smiles than tears, Money, we are told, the "god of England seems;" and the Thespian dome, among others, is frequented by

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but regrets that so many should enlist under the banners of salvation. On these topics, however, we have no room for any further extracts, and very little for additional remarks.

We have perused this poem with much attention and interest, and have, on the whole, been highly gratified with its contents. In some parts, however, the description of scenery appears to be redundant; occasionally Satan assumes an attitude better calculated to excite our pity, than to secure our indignation; and several paragraphs might be found, in which we insensibly forget the speaker, and are involuntarily led to think, that the poet has taken the place of his hero. More than once have we thus been brought to a pause, but the reflection of a few moments In England, fashion also holds her court, dissipating the clouds, consistency of chaand here religion lends a garment to hypo-racter has speedily resumed its station. crisy. Glory, Pleasure, Learning, Power, and Fame, are among the idols which are worshipped, and the streets of her metropolis teem with crime. But this the author shall express in his own language :—

Convened to hear romantic harlots sing,
On forms to banquet a lascivious gaze,
While the bright perfidy of wanton eyes
Through brain and spirit dart delicious fire."

p. 273.

"Thou English Babylon! The Book of Life
With records that have made the angels weep,
Each daring moment thou dost darkly fill :-
For whatsoe'er the Spirit can reveal
Of fallen nature, in her varying realm
Of sinfulness, is ever shewn by thee.
Here, Fraud and Murder on their thrones erect
Infernal standards, and around them swarm
Such progenies as Vileness, Want, and Woe
Beget,-to live, like cannibals, on blood;
Or move as crawling vipers in the path
Of infamy, foul lewdness, or despair.
Here, Misery betrays her wildest form,

And sheds her hottest tear. See! as they rush,
Thy million sons, along the sounding streets,
Upon them how she turns her haggard gaze,
Lifts her shrunk hand, and with heart-piercing
wail

A boon in God's name asks :-but let her die,
And be her death-couch the remorseless stones!
For when the hungry winter blast shall pause
To list the wailing of a lonely tree,
Thy crowds will stop, and pity her despair!
Here Pride in her most vulgar glory struts;
And Envy all her vip'rous offspring breeds,
To scatter poison with a hand unseen.-
But Mammon! thou almighty fiend of Hell,
Sure London is thy ever-royal seat,
Thy chosen capital, thy matchless home!
Where rank idolaters, of every lot
And land, do bow them to the basest dust
That Falsehood, Flattery, or Cunning treads,
From dawn to eve, and serve them with as true
A love, as ever angel served his God!

See how the hard and greedy worldlings crowd,
With toiling motion, through the foot-worn ways;
The sour and sullen, wretched, rack'd, and wild,-
The whole vile circle of uneasy slaves.
Mark one, with features of ferocious hue;
Another, carv'd by Villany's own hand
A visage wears, and through the trait'rous blood
The spirit works, like venom from the soul!"
Book iii. p. 326-328.

On the luminous side of England, it is but fair to state, that Satan is taught to cast some frowning and unpleasant glances. He rejoices that the truths promulgated are so generally neglected and disbelieved,

This poem embraces a vast fund of materials, which are at once diversified and important. The sentiments are bold, masculine, and energetic. The language is always harmonious, frequently elegant, and sometimes sublime. It is a work which genius may be proud to own, and one which will augment, rather than diminish, the author's reputation.

REVIEW.-Materialism Refuted, in a Series of Observations on Time and Eternity; Space and Extension; Matter and Motion; Light and Darkness; from which a conclusive proof is drawn, that neither the Universe, nor any of its Materials, can have always existed. By Joseph Unwin. 8vo. pp. 72. Hurst and Chance. London. 1829.

SHOULD any of our readers be disposed to estimate the value of a book by the number of its pages, an attentive perusal of the thin volume before us, will effectually correct the error. Its title exhibits the land of promise beaming in perspective, and the conclusion at which it aims is too momentous not to summon all the energies of the soul to the subjects proposed for investigation. Under this impression, and with expectations highly excited, we have followed the author through his chapters and sections, and in the result we feel some surprise that our sanguine anticipations have not been disappointed.

Within so narrow a compass as seventytwo pages, it is not to be expected that Mr. Unwin has examined all the topics which stand connected with Matter, Motion, Time, and Eternity; or that he has analyzed the various objections to which ingenious

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sophistry has given birth. This is a task which no human effort can perform; but we feel no hesitation in avowing our full conviction, that he has made good his conclusion-that "neither the universe nor any of its materials can have always existed."

The views which the author has taken of Space, Duration, Time, and Eternity, have in them much novelty; but it is of such a character as to strengthen, not impair the cogency of his reasonings. The following extract, from the first section in his concluding observations, can hardly fail to confirm our favourable opinion of the author's talents, and to exalt his treatise in the estimation of the reader:

"If time be without beginning, it was always without beginning; or it could not now be so. Now, from what has been shewn, it is evident, that there cannot be any one point taken in time without beginning; when past time will not then be as inexhaustible as it now is; or when past time will not then be as inexhaustible as it ever will be. No truth can stand on surer foundations than this, that time has, and ever will have, two limits. For let past time be considered under the idea of a right line, having only one end, and surely it will not be said that past time, having only one end, is not in similar circumstances to a right line having only one end. Now it has been clearly proved, that any right line, having only one end, is inex. haustible and one having no ends at all can be no more. Wherefore, any time without beginning is inexhaustible: and time having neither beginning nor end, cannot be more. Whence it follows, that time never can have been open to increase it never can have been open to increase with less than two limits; but it never had more than one, consequently past time can never have been open to increase. Nor will time to come ever be open to increase for it will never be open to increase with less than two limits: but it can never have more than one. Wherefore, it follows unavoidably, that there has not been a period in past time, when the universe had not then existed as long as it now has; and that there never will be a period in time to come, when the universe will have then existed longer than it now has.-Now, because this conclusion cannot be true, the premises must be false. Time has two limits, and for ever will have two: as motion cannot be brought into operation at all as an exhauster, of what has only one end; it never can have been in operation as a generator, of what has only one end."- p. 62.

To survey the author's reasonings in all their acuteness, and to communicate a clear conception of the premises on which his ultimate conclusion is founded, it would be necessary to transcribe nearly all his book. The arguments, though distinct as parts, are linked together by indissoluble ties, and Do portion can be detached without breaking the chain, and thereby injuring the whole. We have perused what he has advanced with admiration, and think it calculated to inundate the field of scepticism with a flood of light.

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suffered to intrude on the question at issue, to divert the attention, of either writer or reader, from the paths which are conducting both to the ultimate result. The distance between the premises and conclusion is confined within narrow limits; and in the examination of all the links in the chain, should any one escape the mental eye, the journey will not be long, should the reader find it needful to retrace his steps, to recover what he had either overlooked or lost. In doing this, he will find an ample compensation for a momentary exertion; it will shew, as he advances, the solid foundation on which he treads; and render impregnable the conviction, in which his mind will find repose. He will be compelled to assent to a few simple propositions, namely, that something must have existed from eternity, of which space and eternity are the mediums,-that infinity must be predicated of this something which has thus existed,that neither the universe, nor any of its materials, can be this something, because they cannot always have existed ;—and, as the inevitable consequence, that this something is God.

REVIEW.-Six Sermons, on the Nature, Occasions, Signs, Evils, and Remedy of Intemperance. By Lyman Beecher, D.D., Boston, United States. pp. 112. - Notices respecting Drunkenness, and the means employed for restraining the evil. By a Medical Practitioner. pp. 31.-On the Extent and Remedy of National Intemperance. By John Ďunlop, Esq. pp. 124. Whittaker, London, 1829.

EVERY reasonable person will allow, that intemperance is an evil of the most gigantic magnitude; involving, by its destructive influence, individuals and families in misery, and extending its awful consequences into another world.

In the United States this prevailing vice has awakened the solicitude of laymen and divines, to devise means for checking its progress; and, through their laudable exertions, 500 temperance societies, including 100,000 members, have been formed in various parts. Of these societies the fundamental rule is, that all their members engage to abstain from the use of ardent spirits, unless for medicinal purposes, and also to relinquish all intoxicating liquors, agreeably to given laws, by which they all profess to be governed. Already have these establishments been productive of incalculable benefits, and from their rapid increase they promise to effect a moral revolution among all classes of the community.

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