A victim on that mountain, whence the skies The world's great elder, tower'd above the rest; From sun and stars to him who made the sky; Their age, of all that once they were, is known: In the prophecy of Enoch, which is subsequently introduced, the after-communications of heavenly intelligence are anticipated with boldness, but with happy effect. The execution of the passage is worthy of the awful nature of its burden-it is highly energetic and dignified. In the sixth canto we return to Javan and Zillah, a transition not unnatural to the feelings of those who have loved with equal fervour and purity: but, perhaps, we should be risking our judgment with the reader by pronouncing upon this antediluvian courtship. No parts of the poem will give rise to more difference of opinion, according to the feelings with which the reader sits down to the perusal. Love, in Mr. Montgomery's poetry, is a passion of far less popular interest, and far less congenial with general experience, than that gay triumphant sentiment of which the northern minstrel sings, "Which rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below and saints above." It is no wild and playful affection; no romantic dream of the heart; but an intellectual passion (if we may frame the expression) intensely occupying the soul; a deep and solemn feeling of tragic character, which demands a correspondent elevation in its object-which, in order to engage an adequate interest, must be understood, but can only be understood by those whose feelings are at the same altitude with those of the poet. But we pass on to the following passage descriptive of the power of Jubal's lyre. Mr. Montgomery will not, we think, be displeased if we give it as one of the finest in the volume. "Here Jubal paus'd; for grim before him lay, Leap'd o'er the space between, and grasp'd the lyre: ر O'er all the strings; whence in a whirlwind broke Backward stood Cain, unconscious as a rock, Then rolling down in thunder on the ear; With power the pulse of anguish to restrain, And charm the evil spirit from the brain. So shines the moon, by glimpses, through her shrouds, Led by the minstrel like a weaned child. The first-born poet ruled the first-born man." The four remaining cantos slowly conduct us to the catastrophe, of which we must content ourselves with giving the brief outline. The patriarchs and their families are carried away : captive by a detachment from the army of the invaders, and presented before the giant king, whose strange birth and wondrous adventures form the subject of the seventh book, and prepare us for the ferocity of his determination to sacrifice them to his demon-gods. The introduction of the sorcerer was a bold thought it adds much to the terrible interest of the scene. Perhaps in labouring his character, Mr. Montgomery is chargeable with his characteristic fault of excess; but for this he atones by some lines of uncommon vigour and beauty. Enoch reappears: he denounces the vengeance of heaven upon the sorcerer and the king; and his translation takes place in the presence of the whole camp. "Yet where the captives stood, in holy awe Like rushing wind awakening hidden flame: The poem, in conclusion, describes the panic flight of the giant army, and the joyful return of the rescued patriarchs. It has been our design to enable our readers, from this epitome of the poem, and the copious extracts which we have given, to form a fair opinion of its merits. If they expected from the title a tale of wild romance, the busy shifting scenery, enlivened with the pomp of Oriental luxuriance, and the fable accommodated to all the traditional prejudices which have descended to us from the Rabbis, respecting the antediluvian world-if they expected a black letter poem, erected on a massive foundation of Notes, or, if they expected a structure of severe and uniform dignity, perfectly homogeneous in its parts; an intellectual awe-inspiring cathedral, such an one as the combined judgment and imagination of Milton has raised-Mr. Montgomery's poem will disappoint them. It certainly has the effect of a fault that we are suffered to forget the remote antiquity in which the poem is laid. There is little exclusively characteristic of human nature, as existing under any of those modifications of time and circumstance, which the poem assumes. Mr. Montgomery tells us it is "an allegory," not a history. This is his best excuse; but still more attention was due to those proprieties of costume, and those peculiarities of feature, which make allegory consistent, interesting, and imposing. There are, no doubt, some whose anger will partake of the indignation and contempt with which the lady in the Citizen of the World received her Chinese visitor in his English dress, and pointed to her jars to prove him an impostor. It is not to such readers that Mr. Montgomery has submitted his poem. But Mr. Montgomery appears to us in some places to have done unnecessary violence to this feeling, by the introduction of words and images which destroy the indefiniteness of the picture, and thus let down the sublimity of its interest. "The lark" and "the hare" startled, as in the first canto, and the cottage of Adam and Eve produce an incongruous impression. We forbear to cite other passages in which, had he been less definite, the poet would have succeeded much better in exciting the imagination of his readers. As we are on the subject of faults, we must also notice the injudicious prominence which is given to the love of Javan for Zillah. It forms a beautiful back ground figure, but does not consist with the sublimer action of the poem. Enoch should be the hero of the World before the Flood. allude principally to the interview before the giant king, which is too much in the style of Racine, and the French dramatists. We feel disposed to repeat Zillah's words to the poet: "For earthly love it is no season now."- -The reader is inevitably led to wonder what the king was about all the while. Our objection is not to the passage itself, which contains a great deal of pathos, but to the introduction of a scene, in such a connexion as to make it inconsistent with the dignity of the subject. On the same account we venture to recommend the omission of the six lines (p. 197) which particularize the happy issue of Javan's trials the reader, if brought by the antecedent events into that mood which the poet would wish to have produced, is not at leisure to think of him. We But these are immaterial defects, which detract little from the excellence of the work. After all, however differently the subject might, in the estimation of some, have been treated by superior learning or skill, we are persuaded that Mr. Montgomery would not have so well succeeded in a poem of a different character. He has taken a view of the subject, partial in respect to its poetical capabilities, but particularly adapted to the cast and faculties of his own mind. And he has succeeded in producing a poem very rich in moral beauty, and highly illustrative of all that is dignified and excellent in our nature. There breathes throughout a purity of feeling, and an elevation of sen |