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ing us under affliction, and in raising our thoughts from mere worldly objects to a higher aim, they were "the watch ful guardians of fair nature's realms."

"And oft, for us, their vernal bowers they left,
At his command, to shield us in the scenes
Of life, protect us, when the smiling world,
With treacherous bait, allured; or, peace inspired,
In want, or misery, as the changeling frowned.
Around the beggar, and the King, alike
Their sheltering wing extends; they love the race
Of mortal Man, and searching every heart
Bestow the happiness that soothes it most,
Calling on cheering hope to calm the breast
Of anxious grief, or, raising from the Earth
Our grovelling wishes, point us to the skies.
Oft did they whisper to the pensive soul,
Not all the wealth of states, or Fame, or Pride,
Or Pleasure's glittering joys, or, fading Pomp,
Or, Beauty's winning smile, or want, or woe,
Or all the forms, and pangs of agony,
Can sink, or elevate, th' immortal mind,
That self-possessed, self-governed, knows its powers,
Careless of praise, or censure undeserved,
Enriched with kind benevolence to Man,
In mutę obedience to th' approving God,
To life resigned, looks humbly on to Heaven,
With hopes that breathe of the celestial state,
Where knowledge reigns, and God himself abides.
Thus did they guard mankind." P. 170.

Whether by angels, or by other agencies, the Almighty is pleased to shelter and protect us amidst the dangers and difficulties of life, is, perhaps, of no importance for us to enquire, since we are assured, by the experience of every hour, that such protection is vouchsafed; but the belief that angels, who are only a little higher than ourselves in the scale of being, should have the immediate guardianship over us; that, perhaps, even the spirits of the just, of those we loved on earth, may be per. mitted to wing their airy way around us, and be the instruments of conveying to us some blessing from heaven-deliverance from danger-comfort in trouble-all this is too congenial with our better feelings, too agreeable to all the sympathies of our nature, to allow of our willingly resigning it: the introduction of it here adds much to the beauty of the Poem, and in no small degree strengthens its moral tendency. The whole passage is good and interesting.

These ministering spirits had now departed from the central world: in their late abode, however, perpetual spring still


reigned, and the whole scene was characterized by more that earthly loveliness. The lotos, the rose, and herbs of blooming pride there flourished; and amongst them all bloomed the amaranth, to make the spot as Paradise. Leaving at length these seats of blessedness, Brahma and Ithream proceed on their journey the latter astonished at the splendor of the starry systems which blaze around him, enquires of his companion on what great cause those worlds depend. Brahma, in answer, concisely narrates the history of creation, and (though a fallen spirit) is very properly made to express unwilling admiration of that wonderous Being, by whose power the various systems of the universe are ordered in their regular course, and ordained to keep that course, till he having permission granted him, grasp the comet;

"And the wild ruin of the world begin."

Having thus in their view the destruction of the universe, they pass rapidly through the starry space, and at last,

"Descend, exulting, on the golden sun."

Immediately following this line, is an apostrophe most naturally and happily introduced; evidencing equal skill in the man ner of its introduction, and power in the execution.

"Where is thy guardian angel? where, oh Sun!
The blessed Cherubim, that once encamped
Around thy brightest globe, to save thy train
Of radiant planets from destruction's hour,
To guard Creation from the wreck of Time,
And the fell rage of demons? ever gone
To yon celestial world, they proudly leave
The silent masses of material things,

The sport of Time and Chance; alike to them,
And their Almighty Lord, the passive bulk
Of empty stars, their splendors, and their charms,
With all the pomp, the majesty, and grace,
Of varied Nature: Mind alone obtains
Its Maker's care, the glory of our race,
Th' eternal angels, and the sinless host!
Mind ever lives, immortal, great, and good,
Though the world's mighty fabric shall decay,
By God protected, honored, and beloved."

P. 179.

The sixth Book opens with the Poet's reflections on the immortality of the soul. These reflections are continued till the chief is again introduced, and proceeds with his

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Varied tale,

"Of nations, states, and empires, that possessed
"The now deserted earth."-

The several quarters of the globe, with each more important part of them, seen as spots upon the distant earth, furnish mat. ter for the tale. An historical view is given successively of America, Asia, Africa, and Europe, which closes with a description of France. All the Poet says of that ill-fated country is just and well brought forward; her natural advantages of climate and soil, and the blessings which might be expected to result from them are strongly contrasted with her political miseries consequent upon her rebellion and anarchy; whilst the character of the "Prosperous Islander," under whose dominion she of late had placed herself, is well depicted.

"There Gallia spreads her rich and fragrant vales,
And purple vines; there Nature's loveliest charms
Adorned the fertile realm, and called aloud
For peace, but called in vain: successive kings
Her sceptre held with glory, but her Sun
Was veiled in darkness, when rebellion seized
The best of their illustrious line, and stained
Their blushing country with a Monarch's blood.
Accursed, and cruel deed! ignoble feet
Trampled the sacred lily; base-born hands
Despoiled the flowers of fair nobility,

And bade them fade in distant climes, and droop
In anguish, and in exile: soon the land,
Fatigued with factions, anarchy and war,

Obeyed the prosperous Islander, that grasped

Th' unsteady helm, the last dread scourge of Earth!

His was the midnight murder, his the smile

Of unrelenting, jealous cruelty;

His was the iron heart, the tearless eye

That mocked the miseries himself had caused." P. 221.

In these lines one passage more particularly engages our at tention it is that which describes Napoleon Buonaparte as

"The last dread scourge of earth."

If we apprehend the expression rightly, Mr. T.'s opinion is, that we of this generation live in the last days (strictly speaking). Our supposition is strengthened by observing, that after speaking of France, her aggressions, and the checks she meets with from Great Britain, the Poet brings to a close man's history, as now constituted; and immediately passes, speaking in the person of Brahma, to declare the approaching Millenium.


"Now had six thousand years rolled on, and brought. The full completion of the Prophecies,

The consummation of the word of God." P.223.

Brahma proceeds to state, that, after the six thousand years were accomplished, came the millenium, the sabbatical rest of a thousand years. The holy Scriptures having been spread through every land, a highway was prepared for the second Advent of the king of Kings. The earth was no longer subject to its present variations of seasons and climate, but resumed its original state of perpetual spring. This physical change the Poet supposes to have been brought about by the active agency of ministering spirits at the command of God.

"Descending from on high, were seen
The seraph armies in the solar way,
To turn the earth's great axle, till the sun
Beamed with the lustre of perpetual spring,
Full on the renovated plains: and smiled
Upon the second Eden of mankind.”

Then too

"The primal resurrection of the just,"

took place. These were raised, in order that they might share. in the happiness of God's Church during its state of triumph on earth. At length, that period of time being also accomplished, they, together with the whole of mankind, quick and dead, the dead raised and the quick changed, were transported, for final retribution, to the plain of Armageddon.

"Such was the being man: now, be it ours

To close the wond'rous scene; t'obey the chief
That bade our arm destroy the rolling globe;
To seek the burning comet, and direct

The flaming ruin to the solar way."

Thus Brahma declares his object to be the destruction of our solar system, and resolves to pursue it: he delays, however his pursuit for a time, at the request of his companion, who enquires much of a kingdom he had heard named by the rebel angels in council,

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Where is Britain's land,

What spacious country, what extensive shore,


What mighty Continent did Britain hold,
That every realm, or kingdom of mankind,
Rejoiced, or trembled, as her hosts appeared,
And each vast region of the cultured globe
Confessed her power?" P. 234.

The answer to this question gives Mr. T. opportunity to speak with all a patriot's ardour of our good king, and the dominions over which he presides. Nor does he forget the Poet's meed of praise to the fair of Britain's isles.

"Thine aged patriots, virtuous, wise, and good;
Thy youth surpassing praise; thy daughters fair,
As morning's earliest blush that paints the East,
Pure as the light, and perfect as the hand
Of nature framed the loveliest of the flowers
Of roseate spring; possessed of every charm,
And all the magic graces that compelled
The sway of beauty o'er adoring Man. "

P. 237.

In the seventh Book we find Ithream and Brahma preparing to leave the sun; when their attention is arrested by an image, at first indistinctly seen in the shadow of the earth, hardly discernible as aught of shape or form; gradually, however, it unfolds itself as the image of Death.

This is the finest drawn picture in the work before us; truly Miltonian, combining the wildness of Fuseli with the majesty of Michael Angelo :-We will present it to the reader, first bserving, that the rebel chiefs, after holding high argument with the dreadful vision, pursue their way to the polar star, whence the comet was to be hurled.

"And now they leave the orient sun, and rise
Above the circling Planets; till the eye
Of Brahma marked the fiery comet move
Around the polar star, his arm should plunge
Among the clear Cerulean, to disturb

The Solar way: high o'er the Earth they flew,
And saw the long black shadow throw its night
Of empty darkness through the depths of air,
Veiling, sad last eclipse, the silver moon.
There gazing as they stood, before their sight
A glimmering vision floats; and pallid fear
And silent horror seize their daring frames,
Recoiling from the dull, and loathsome shape,
That unknown dread inspired: shade of a shade,
Confused and indistinct, the phantom seemed,
Mantled in moving clouds; a hovering mist,
Now on the deep it rested, now on high
It soared, and cast a nameless terror round,

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