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By God the life to Him he loved ; and taken
Angel. Who shall heal murder ? what is done is done;
[The ANGEL disappears Adah.
He's gone, let us go forth; I hear our little Enoch cry within our bower.
Cain. Ah ! little knows he what he weeps for!
Adah. If I thought that he would not, I would-
Adah. I will not leave thee lonely with the dead;
Oh ! thou dead
[ADAH stoops down and kisses the body of ABEL
Cáin. Eastward from Eden will we take our way: 'Tis the most desolate, and suits my steps.
Adah. Lead ! thou shalt be my guide, and may our God
Cain. And he who lieth there was childless. I
Adah, Peace be with him !
THE VISION OF JUDGMENT,
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS.
CUDOESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTBOR OF
“A Daniel come to judgment ! yea, a Daniel !
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word."
IT hath been wisely said, that “one fool makes many," and it hath been poetically observed,
“That fools rush in where angels fear to tread."-Pope If Mr. Southey had not rushed in where he had no business, and where he never was before, and never will be again, the following poem would not have been written. It is not impossible that it may be as good as his own, seeing that it cannot, by any species of stupidity, natural or acquired, be worse. The gross flattery, the dull impudence, the renegado intolerance and impious cant, of the poem by the author of “Wat Tyler,” are something so stupendous as to form the sublime of himself-containing the quintessence of his own attributes.
So much for his poem-a word on his preface. In this preface it has pleased the magnanimous Laureate to draw the picture of a supposed “Satanic School,” the which he doth recommend to the notice of the legislature, thereby adding to his other laurels the ambition of those of an informer. If there exists anywhere, excepting in his imagination, such a School, is he not sufficiently armed against it by his own intense vanity? The truth is, that there are certain writers whom Mr. S. imagines, like Scrub, to have “talked of him ; for they laughed con. sumedly."
I think I know enough of most of the writers to whom he is supposed to allude, to assert, that they, in their individual capacities, have done more good, in the charities of life, to their feilow-creatures in any one year, than Mr. Southey has done harm to himself by his absurdities in his whole life, and this is saying a great deal. But I have a few questions to ask.
Istly. Is Mr. Southey the author of “Wat Tyler”?
2ndly. Was he not refused a remedy at law by the highest judge of his beloved England, because it was a blasphemous and seditious publi. cation?
3rdly. Was he not entitled by William Smith, in full Parliament, "a rancorous renegado”?
4thly. Is he not Poet Laureate, with his own lines un Martin the regicide staring him in the face ?
And, 5thly. Putting the four preceding items together, with what con. science dare he call the attention of the laws to the publications of others. be they what they may?
I say nothing of the cowardice of such a proceeding; its meanness speaks for itself; but I wish to touch upon the motive, which is neither more nor less than that Mr. S. has been laughed at a little in some recent publications, as he was of yore in the “ Anti-Jacobin” by his present patrons. Hence all this “skimble-scamble stuff” about “Satanic," and so forth. However, it is worthy of him—"qualis ab incepto."
If there is anything obnoxious to the political opinions of a portion of the public in the following poem, they may thank Mr. Southey. He might have written hexameter 5, as he has written everything else, for aught that the writer cared-had they been upon another subject. But to attempt to canonize a monarch, who, whatever were his household virtues, was neither a successful nor a patriot king,–inasmuch as several years of his reign passed in war with America and Ireland, to say nothing of the aggression upon France,-like all other exaggeration, necessarily begets opposition. In whatever manner he may be spoken of in this new “Vision,” his public career will not be more favourably transmitted by history. Of his private virtues (although a little expensive to the nation) there can be no doubt.
With regard to the supernatural personages treated of, I can only say that I know as much about them, and (as an honest man) have a better right to talk of them, than Robert Southey. I have also treated them more tolerantly. The way in which that poor insane creature, the Jaureate, deals about his judgments in the next world, is like his own judgment in this. If it was not completely ludicrous, it would be some thing worse. I don't think that there is much more to say at present.
QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS. P.S.-It is possible that some readers may object, in these objectionable times, to the freedom with which saints, angels, and spiritual persons discourse in this “Vision.” But, for precedents upon such points, I must refer them to Fielding's “ Journey from this world to the next,” and of the Visions of myself', the said Quevedo, in Spanish or translated. The reader is also requested to observe, that no doctrinal tenets are insisted upon or discussed; that the person of the Deity is carefully withheld from sight, which is more than can be said for the Laureate, who hath thought proper to make Him talk, not “like a school divine," but like the unscholarlike Mr. Southey. The whole action passes on the outside of heaven; and Chaucer's “Wife of Bath," Pulci's “ Morgante Maggiore," Swift's “Tale of a Tub,” and the other works above referred to, are cases in point of the freedom with which saints, &c., may be permitted to converse in works not intended to be serious.
Q. R. *** Mr. Southey, being, as he says, a good Christian and vindictive, threatens, I understand, a reply to this our answer. It is to be hoped that his visionary faculties will in the mean time have acqnired a little more judgment, properly so called : otherwise he will get himself into new dilemmas. These apostate Jacobins furnish rich rejoinders. Let him take a specimen. Mr. Southey laudeth grievously “one Mr. Landor," who cultivates much private renown in the shape of Latin verses; and not long ago, the Poet Laureate dedicated to him, it appeareth, one of his fugitive lyrics upon the strength of a poem called Gebir. Who could suppose, that in this same Gebir the aforesaid Savage Landor (for such is his grim cognomen) putteth into the infernal regions no less a person than the hero of his friend Mr. Southey's heaven,-yea, even George the Third! See also how personal Savage becometh, when he hath a mind. The following is his portrait of our late gracious sovereign :(Prince Gobir having descended into the infernal regions, the shades of his royal ancestora are, at his request, called up to his view; and he exclaims to his ghostly guide)
“ Aroar, what wretch that nearest us? what wretch
Is that with eyebrows white and slanting brow?
The despot, but the dastard I despise.
“ Alas, o king!
Gebir, p. 38
I omit noticing some edifying Ithyphallics of Savagius, wishing to keep the proper veil over them, if his grave but somewhat indiscreet worshipper will suffer it; but certainly these teachers of “ great moral lessons " are apt to be found in strange company.
THE VISION OF JUDGMENT.
SAINT PETER sat by the celestial gate:
His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,
Not that the place by any means was full ;
The devils had ta’en a longer, stronger pull,
And hoarse with having little else to do,
Or curb a runaway young star or two,
Broke out of bounds o'or the ethereal blue,
The guardian seraphs had retired on high,
Finding their charges past all care below;
Save the recording angel's black bureau ;
facts to multiply
That he was forced, against his will no doubt (Just like those cherubs, earthly ministers),
For some resource to turn himself about,
To aid him ere he should be quite worn out,
And yet they had even then enough to do,
So many kingdoms fitted up anew ;
Till at the crowning carnage, Waterloo,
What angels shrink from: even the very devil
So surfeited with the infernal revel:
It almos quench'd his innate thirst of evil.
Which peopled earth no better, hell as wont,
With nothing but new names subscribed upon't : 'Twill one day finish : meantime they increase,
“With seven heads and ten horns," and all in frorty Like Saint John's foretold beast ; but ours are born Less formidable in the head than horn.
Died George the Third ; although no tyrant, one
Left him nor mental nor external sun :
A worse king never left a realm undone !
His burial made some pomp; there was profusion
Of aught but tears-save those shed by collusion.