on *Here is a large web of fiction, involving a small fact of scrip- "The midnight watch was ended:-down the west From earth to heaven, had wing'd his homeward flight,- And lost insensibly in higher day." Who was the fugitive ? VOL. V. NO. IX. The remainder of the canto is occupied with the delineation of his character and the story of his former life. He is represented as the offspring of a mother widowed at the hour of his birth, and the adopted charge of Enoch. In the patriarch's glen he passed the peaceful years of his infancy, but as his mind unfolded the poet's passion took possession of his breast. He grew impatient of inaction and restraint, and panted to explore the world which yet by fame alone he knew. Those wild and lonely moods in which the mind delights to transfuse itself into objects of material grandeur and beauty, as if it would extend itself over all creation, thus acquiring an indefinite enlargement of the pleasurable idea of existence-those restless and vague aspirings after freedom and glory which seem a super-added instinct of immortality, are pourtrayed by Mr. Montgomery with a depth of pathos peculiarly characteristic of his poetry. If the feelings which he describes enter into the experience and even the conception of few, we think the character cannot fail, notwithstanding, to interest the reader, from the striking individuality of the portrait, and from the reference which he will inevitably make to some supposed prototype, in which Javan the minstrel must have existed as a reality. Some of the lines remind us of Beattie's Edwin, but there is only a family resemblance: the principal features are essentially different. His mother dies. Not Enoch's counsels can longer restrain him. "He fled, and sojourned in the land of Cain. To rule the chords with such mysterious art, They seemed the life-strings of the hearer's heart." The following lines are exquisitely wrought: the simile in the last four is perfect of its kind, and strange to say of a simile! is as novel as it is striking "Yet no delight the minstrel's bosom knew, None save the tones that from his harp he drew, And the warm visions of a wayward mind, Whose transient splendour left a gloom behind Pageants of light resolving into air. The world whose charms his young affections stole, Wound with his life, through all his feelings wrought, Remorse impelled him, unremitting care The fame he followed and the fame he found On life's rough sea-and there was none to save." After a ten years' exile he resolves to seek again his native Eden, now threatened by the invasion of the hosts of Cain under a giant leader. But to resign all his ambitious hopes must cost an agonizing struggle.-While he is yet wavering, the remembrance of Zillah fecurs in all the force of youthful passion Love rose against the world, and love prevailed." The second canto is wholly occupied with an interview between these antediluvian lovers, and detains the reader in the midst of the most delightful scenery, in which he might be content to linger, if curiosity did not make him impatient of the delay. The scene is aptly chosen, for the canto itself is a luxuriant wood, through which we are led on without making much progress our expectation continually excited in a new direction, and never disappointed-till at the end we are conducted to nearly the point at which we entered. The lovers meet, recognize each other, but abruptly separate without a disclosure. It contains some passages of uncommon beauty, but we must reserve our extracts. In the third canto the interest of the poem rises. In describing the return of the prodigal to the home of his childhood, and his reconciliation to Enoch, the poet has borrowed the simple and touching language of the parable. Such appropriations of Scripture passages are certainly allowable, when they do not violate their primary spirit and character, nor, by introducing any fanciful or arbitrary associations, disturb their bearings or contract their proper scope. Where the poet is successful-and any thing short of success is disgraceful failure-he obtains for his own poetry something of the sacred impressiveness of truth, while it sheds new beauty and illustrative light on the original. Perhaps there are few poets who have with such felicity of accommodation enriched their poetry with imagery and associations borrowed from the sacred writings. The reader anticipates the reception which the penitent meets with from the patriarch. The filial wish expressed by these words, "O live the years of Adam!" and the pious recollections of Enoch, who closed his eyes, prepare us for the fourth canto, in which Enoch narrates the circumstances of his death. Had the whole poem possessed the elevation of thought and the sublime interest by which this portion of it is characterized, it would have been, indeed, worthy of the biographer of Adam's innocence. Mr. Montgomery has evidently put forth all his powers-yet without the appearance of effort-in the delineation of the character of our universal parent: and it is perhaps the best proof of his success, that the thoughts themselves, though we are conscious of their novelty, are immediately admitted as probable, if not necessary truths, and as such become at once identified with our antecedent knowledge or belief. The portrait he has drawn is so harmonious in its proportions—so full of life, that it instantly approves itself to our feelings, as a likeness. It was perhaps a daring attempt-a noble daring, to exhibit in all the severity, but in all the majesty of truth, the death-bed of the first transgressor; and to rely on the force and dignity of the sentiments, to which the fiction forms but a slight drapery, for all its interest. We say the severity of truth, becanse leaving theologians to discuss whether such a degree of clearness was imparted to the mental sight of Adam as the poet has represented, the essential reality of the scene is independent of that consideration. We are fearful, however, that some will resent the intrusion of such an appeal to the heart and the conscience as is herein involved, and having opened the volume from curiosity, will close it here with the feeling of disappointment. The Adam of Milton is a beautiful ideal, wearing the semblance of human nature. The Adam here pourtrayed is "the fiction that represents truth, and that is truth." We gaze on Milton's majestic Adam with admiration mixed with awe, but it is the catastrophe of his fall which chiefly awakens our sympathy. In Mr. Montgomery's poem (we merely state the effects, without measuring or comparing the minds of the poets themselves) it is the fallen penitent, the dying saint, the man, the father, over whom we weep, and in whose sorrows we reverently sympathize. We rely on the impression of the whole narrative, rather than on any detached passages, for justifying these remarks, but we will venture to give the following. "With him his noblest son might not compare Not out of weakness rose his gradual frame, The fifth canto is scarcely inferior to the preceding. The patriarchs are assembled on the anniversary of the fall of Adam at a solemn sacrifice. "Foremost, amidst the group, was Enoch seen, |