Yet in making this poem assume a character so decidedly religious, in the full sense of the term, Mr. Montgomery must have felt that he was at once endangering its popularity, with a large proportion of readers; and that if fame were his object, or at least the present and immediate enjoyment of fame in the admiration of his contemporaries, he was considerably narrowing the compass of his hopes. The number of those whose minds would be sufficiently cultivated to appreciate the poem as a work of genius, and at the same time, capacitated for enjoying all its moral beauties, he must have reckoned, would be comparatively small. And not only so; but in the execution of this plan, the poet was imposing on himself the necessity of rejecting all factitious ornament, all exuberance of fancy which should not comport with the solemn realities which occupied his song he was undertaking to reconcile religious with poetical associations; undertaking to disprove the assertion, to which some former failures had lent plausibility, that they were scarcely compatible with each other. But it is time that we proceed to the poem itself, which is to show to what extent these difficulties have been overcome; and with what degree of success Mr. Montgomery has realized the object which he designed to accomplish in it. The Introductory Note' states, in reference to the scene of action in which the Poem is laid, that the descendants of the younger children of Adam are supposed, by the author, to occupy a territory on the eastern side of the Tigris, near its junction with the Euphrates, including the land of Eden: the other inhabited parts of the world having been gradually colonized by emigrants from these, or peopled by the posterity of Cain. In process of time, after the Sons of God had formed connexions with the daughters of men, and there were Giants in the earth, the latter assumed to be Lords and Rulers over mankind, till among themselves arose One, excelling all his brethren in knowledge and power, who became their King and by their aid, in the course of a long life, subdued all the inhabited earth, except the land of Eden. This land at the head of a mighty army, principally composed of the descendants of Cain, he has invaded and conquered, even to the banks of the Euphrates, at the opening of the action of the poem.' In vain the younger race of Adam rose, cry, The stars, to whom as Gods they raised their Till urged on Eden's utmost bounds at length, 'One sole-surviving remnant, void of fear, For all they once had known, and loved, and lost; A small, a brave, a melancholy band, The orphans, and the childless of the land. pp. 14 15. While the hostile armies are encamped in this position, a youth, whose character and fortunes form the connecting principle of the poem, secretly withdraws at midnight from the tents of Cain, and pursues his flight over the southern bills to the valley of Patriarchs. It was the Minstrel Javan. The Giant King, who led the hosts of Cain, No hand, no voice, like Javan's, could controul, -o'er his shoulder hung, To his victorious skill adjudged the lyre.' pp. 24, 25. Upon this character, Mr. Montgomery has evidently bestowed elaborate pains; and has, perhaps, been seduced by a strong identification of himself with the imaginary bard, to rest too much of the interest of the poem on sympathy with his individual fortunes the action of the narrative is not made to depend sufficiently upon his sufferings or exertions, to constitute him the hero of the song. In pursuing his flight, we find ourselves reluc tantly hurried away, far from the business and action of the history, and are, at first, rather impatient at our detention in the Patriarch's glen. The conduct of this part of the story wears too much the appearance of an episode not apparently connected with the progress of the general drama, and, therefore, is of a length disproportionate to an underplot. Mr. Montgomery seems to have almost forgotten the position of events and the opposing armies, and at length he succeeds, by the melody of his numbers, and the rising dignity and interest of the narrative, in making us forget them too. We mention in this place what appears to us, the principal fault in this plan, because we think it must be admitted at the outset to be a fault, and that it may then be dismissed, as detracting little from the merit or subsequent interest of the poem. We cannot conceive that the perusal of the third, fourth, and fifth Cantos, which are occupied with Enoch's reception of the returning prodigal, his naration of the death of Adam, his performance of the anniversary sacrifice, and his prophecy, is likely to be interrupted by any disturbing conjectures relative to the antecedent narrative, or by any dissatisfaction with the Poet. They are in themselves highly interesting; and they cannot be read, we think, without strong and almost overpowering emotion by any one who has the least pretensions to sympathy with the enthusiasm of genius, or the inspiration of devout feeling. The portrait of Adam, in the four Canto, and the circumstances of his death, form a perfect Cartoon. Enoch is the narrator. • Would that my tongue were gifted to display When, seized and stricken by the hand of Death, Nigh threescore years, with interchanging light, . With him his noblest sons might not compare, But deep remorse for that mysterious crime, 6 One morn, I track'd him on his lonely way, grown old.' PP. 74-77. We are tempted to make room for the concluding part of the description of the death of Adam. What in point of poetical merit, may be the exact quality or degree of excellence to which this passage rises, we confess ourselves unable, after repeated perusal, coolly to determine. In the whole range of poetry, we know but very little of so powerfully impressive, of so deeply affecting a character. Its beauty and pathos, however, can be adequately felt by those only whose dispositions of heart accord with the expression of feeling which the Parable' puts into the mouth of the first transgressor. 1 "_"O ye, that shudder at this awful strife, For God hath spoken,-God, who cannot lie. That these, who witness my departing breath, He closed his eye-lids with a tranquil smile, |