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cable peculiarity which our younger bard cannot lay claim to;
Of vision borne, their piercing sight passed on
Who in that orb resides, and round whose throne
The delighted maiden inquires which of all these worlds is that she lately left, in order that she may note how far more extensive and fair it is than the rest. Little she confesses, she knows of it, more than that it is a right fair globe diversified and huge,' and that afar,
At length she supposes she descries it, and recognizes the Caledonian mountains. The smile of compassionate reproof with which she is answered by her conductor, prepares her for the information of the subordinate rank which the earth holds in this goodly universe.
'Down sunk the virgin's eye,-her heart seemed wrapped
Denoted mingled sadness. 'Twas a thought
She trembled to express. At length with blush,
"I see all these fair worlds inhabited
By beings of intelligence and mind.
And sinned like us? And has a living God
We might forbear any remark on the happy introduction of this interesting query, so naturally occurring to a devoutly benevolent and simple mind; but we must express our commendation of the good sense which Mr. Hogg has displayed in disposing of the maiden's inquiry. One is always delighted to meet with any like moral vegetation in the wilds of fancy, especially to trace any signs of the implantation of Christian sentiments: but after the gloomy scepticism through which we have lately been constrained to follow the course of one highly gifted genius, and the absolute barrenness of moral sentiment which deforms the descriptive romances of a popular northern poet, it is a peculiar relief to open upon passages similar to that we are transcribing, when they appear to be introduced, not for the sake of any parade of theological learning or casuistical inference, but from the natural association of ideas in a simple and devout mind. Such, at least, is the impression which we have received from this and other passages in the same part of Mr. Hogg's poem. But we forget that we have not given to our readers Cela's reply, which ought not to have been separated from the question that occasioned it.
"Hold, hold,—no more! Thou talk'st thou know'st not what,"
Said her conductor with a fervent mien,
"More thou shalt know hereafter.
With men as men. Those things by him decreed,
Or compassed by permission, ever tend
To draw his creatures, whom he loves, to goodness;
For He is all benevolence, and knows
That in the paths of virtue and of love
Alone, can final happiness be found.
In justice to our Author, we will venture one more extract from this part of the poem; and we think none of our readers will think its length requires apology. The whole conception of the origin and nature of the comet is highly magnificent, and finely sustained.
At length upon the brink of heaven they stood;
That fringes it they leaned, and talked so long, That from contiguous worlds they were behell, And wondered at as beams of living light.'
While thus they stood or lay, there passed by A most erratick wandering globe, that seemed To run with troubled aimless fury on. The virgin, wondering, inquired the cause And nature of that roaming meteor world. When Cela thus :
"I can remember well
When yon was such a world as that you left;
Where matter lives not. Like these other worlds,
It wheeled upon its axle, and it swung
With wide and rapid motion. But the time
Its uses in that beautiful creation,
Where nought subsists in vain, remained no more! The saints and angels knew of it, and came
In radiant files, with awful reverence,
Unto the verge of heaven, where we now stand,
These ponderous spheres, and judge of the event.
Th' Almighty snapt the golden cord in twain.
"Away into the sunless, starless void Rushed the abandoned world; and thro' its And rifted channels, airs of chaos sung. The realms of night were troubled, for the stillness Which there from all eternity had reigned Was rudely discompos'd; and moaning sounds, Mixed with a whistling howl, were heard afar, By darkling spirits! Still with stayless force, For years and ages, down the wastes of night Rolled the impetuous mass ! Of all its seas And superfices disencumbered, It boomed along, till, by the gathering speed, Its furnaced mines and hills of walled sulphur Were blown into a flame.-When, meteor-like,
Bursting away upon a arching track,
The dusky regions Long the heavenly hosts
"But great is He who rules them! He can turn
Signal of pestilence, or wasting sword,
That ravage and deface humanity.
"The time will come when, in likewise, the earth Shall be cut off from God's fair universe;
Its end fulfilled. But when that time shall be,
From man, from saint, and angel, is concealed."-pp. 52, 57. We must be more brief in our notice of the remaining parts' of the poem. Part the Third is written in heroic couplets, and opens with an invocation to the harp of Imperial England.'
'Come thou old bass,-I lov'd thy lordly swell,
With Dryden's twang, and Pope's malicious knell.'
We should recommend Mr. Hogg, however, to omit in the next edition of his volume this and the three succeeding couplets, as very ill-according with the character of the poem, and altogether impertin. nt. The argument of the book is briefly summed up in the following lines.
Sing of the globes our travellers viewed, that lie
Thy music slightly must the veil withdraw,
In this canto the reader sensibly perceives himself to be nearing the earth again. Cela seems already transformed into a guide of material mould, and the poet, his pinions failing in that planetary atmosphere, assumes more of the appearance of an Aeronaut. The stiff and stately regularity of the rhyming couplet is well adapted to this alteration of movement; and, in
deed, the judicious variation and felicitous choice of rhythm throughout this poem, make it evident that a distinct untransferable character, and a peculiar power of expression attach to the different forms of versification, apart from the purpose for which they are employed, and constituting their adaption to particular subjects, while they shew that Mr. Hogg is well acquainted with his business as a versifier.
There are passages in this part of his work, however, of no ordinary merit; and we think it probable that with many the whole canto will be the favourite one. It is more didactic than the rest, and contains some fine strokes of satire, and some beautiful sentiments. The idea of the planet Venus, as
The land of lovers, known afar,
And named the evening and the morning star;
Is very py. The warlike sphere that wades in crimson like the sultry sun,' detains our poet too long, though it is made the subject of some fine descriptive passages. make room, however, only for the following very striking lines, which are introduced as illustrative of the idea, that there are ' prisons in the deep below.'
'O! it would melt the living heart with woe,
Had proved the source of their eternal grief:
For keeping back that knowledge they disdained.' p. 86.
We think our readers will concur with us in ascribing no or dinary character to such poetry as this.
The conclusion of the third part leaves Mary within the 'grave alone.' The Poet concludes,
'Here I must seize my ancient harp again,
Part the Fourth is, accordingly, in the varied measure of the modern metrical romance, and forms an appropriate sequel to the wondrous tale. The opening of it describes the terror and