wish the poet back again to allegorizing the bladder and kidneys. In a contest about the eternal salvation of the human soul, the event is decided by King James the First (at that time a sinner upon earth) descending from heaven with his treatise on the Revelations under his arm, in the form of an angel, and preceding the Omnipotent, who puts the forces of the dragon to the rout. These incongruous conceptions are clothed in harmony, and interspersed with beautiful thoughts: but natural sentiments and agreeable imagery will not incorporate with the shapeless features of such a design, they stand apart from it like things of a different element, and, when they occur, only expose its deformity. On the contrary, in the brother's poem of Christ's Triumph, its main effect, thougli somewhat sombrous, is not marred by such repulsive contrasts; its beauties, therefore, all tell in relieving tedium, and reconciling us to defects. MERCY DWELLING IN HEAVEN AND PLEADING FOR THE GUILTY, WITH JUSTICE DESCRIBED BY HER QUALITIES.. FROM GILES FLETCHER'S CHRIST'S VICTORY IN HEAVEN. BUT Justice had no sooner Mercy seen Meeting with fresh Eöus, that but now Open'd the world, which all in darkness lay, Doth heaven's bright face of his rays disarray, And sads the smiling orient of the springing day. She was a virgin of austere regard: Not as the world esteems her, deaf and blind; Her eye with heaven's, so, and more brightly shin'd Her lamping sight: for she the same could wind Into the solid heart, and, with her ears, The silence of the thought loud speaking hears, And in one hand a pair of even scales she wears. No riot of affection revel kept Within her breast, but a still apathy Possessed all her soul, which softly slept Securely without tempest; no sad cry Sending his eyes to heav'n swimming in tears, The winged lightning is her Mercury, And round about her mighty thunders sound: Pale Sickness, with his kercher'd head upwound, And thousand noisome plagues attend her round.. But if her cloudy brow but once grow foul, Famine, and bloodless Care, and bloody War; JUSTICE ADDRESSING THE CREATOR. UPON two stony tables, spread before her, Was never heart of mortal so untainted, But, when that scroll was read, with thousand terrors fainted. Witness the thunder that Mount Sinai heard, When all the hill with fiery clouds did flame, And wand'ring Israel, with the sight afear'd, All heaven, to hear her speech, did into silence HIGH in the airy element there hung As though his purer waves from heaven sprung, Beneath those sunny banks a darker cloud, About her head a cypress heav'n she wore, Yet strange it was so many stars to see, Over her hung a canopy of state, |