The inspirer of my thoughts, which but for him
Perchance had never been; that he stood there
The ruler of my destiny. I saw

He was inferior to One; for the pride

And sullen majesty on his dark brow showed
He was not what he would be; he seemed shorn

Of the lightning splendours he might once have walked in,
But, like the sun, he drew towards him more

In his setting glory! His vast wings were furled:
But intense light from his grand presence shone,
Making the darkness visible; one hand

He stretched towards me, motioning me on:
The other, uplifted, pointed into space,

Which, as the clouds rolled surging back, I saw

Sparkling with distant worlds. "Why, Cain," (his voice,
Methinks, thrills through me still)-" why on the earth
Dwell'st thou an outcast? Follow me, if still
The same high spirit is in thee to be free,
And strive against a nature which would else
Obscure its essence, grovelling like thy kindred
In dust and blindness; shake off thy bonds of clay,
And 'midst yon worlds thou shalt be happy yet.
Thou know'st, thou feelest who I am-arise,

And follow me.'

ADA.

And thou

CAIN.

I followed him!'

Cain leaves his wife and child, and sets forth alone on his wanderings. In this his solitude, Lucifer appears to him; and then follows a great deal of very abstruse disquisition, in which it appears to be Lucifer's object to mystify and puzzle Cain, and in which he seems to be as successful as his skill deserved. Cain is then taken by the Tempter through various scenes; first, to the centre of the earth,' where he sees masses of glorious shapes, all indistinct!' and is told to behold the elements in their central force, which formed the whole around them, and ' are here renewing ever.' He asks where a stream of fire leads, and is told

To the great heart of the earth, whence it reflows,
Veining her arid breast with life and vigour,
Ebbing again, to be again renewed.'

Cain again asks

• What are these broken masses near us, rounded
As the trunks of trees, but of a dazzling whiteness,
And stamped with unknown imagings?'

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They are, replied Lucifer,

The pillars of the dwellings of earth's kings,

Built to eternize them as they hoped on earth.'

Lucifer next transports his victim to what Mr Reade calls 'the void of space,' when Cain, whose 'brain reels,' looks round at the stars, and exclaims

'Oh, that I were the Maker of them all!
Oh, that I were a god! a being unknowing
Or time or grief or change! that I might sit
Throned 'midst this infinity of starry worlds,
Of all their wonders, men, or gods, and climes,
Magnificent Creator I'

After this wild and exorbitant wish, which the Devil's superior sense of propriety induces him to chide, Cain is taunted with an ignoble desire to return to the earth which he had left. He

answers

Never, spirit, never! what? revisit

The places where I walked in ignorance

And agony; stained too with guilt, and horror,
And vain remorse? To see the averted eyes

Of my father and Eve, and perhaps hear their curses?
My Ada, too; no-she would not reproach me;

It was not in her gentle nature! but

She would look on me, and that look would
Have more of power than any of their words.
O never will I prove this, living; my dust
May flee there as thou say'st, but I as now,
No more!'

Upon which Lucifer rejoins

Thou art deceived by a seeming strength
Of will and purpose, which exist not in thee.
What fixed principle hast thou to oppose,
And model elements that are your life?

Where was this will, self, thought, and consciousness,
When they met and formed ye? They were impulses

That dwelt apart, innate in each, until

They joined in thee their breathing compound, from whence

They shall separate, and unmake thee, in despite

This fantasy of a self apart which rules them.

To will-that self should be unchangeable,
With power to reject the senses' every impulse,
On which thy very life depends; to be
Uninfluenced by motive, choice, or aim,
Or end, or any passion, blind, and motionless;
To be insensate, which is not to be.

And is it so? Do ye not still look back
In your brief being, and marvel how most fixed

Resolves were broken and contemned? but once
Imagined as unchangeable as are

Thy present impresses; still unaware,
They are already hastening to join them,

Urged on by others growing, and impelling thee
Still forward unresistingly. So that

Will, thought, and passion, are as straws, borne on
The surface of being, dependent and blown by
The breath of circumstance; the current changing,

But the elements of nature still the same.'

After this, Lucifer shows to Cain two other scenes-'the world ' in warfare,' and 'the world in deluge,' which last is among the best in the drama. He is then conducted to the paradise of an imaginary being, half woman half angel, called 'Heilel,' where he is steeped in pleasures which prove unsatisfactory; and, tired of the rather scandalous life which he is living in the society of Heilel, he bethinks him of his deserted wife; and, quitting the mistress of whom he had grown weary, revisits his former home. Ada has died in his absence, he finds her grave, and throws himself upon it,-laments a while, and then rises to seek his father Adam. The last scene is in Adam's tent, and the catastrophe is thus told: ENOCH (from without.) Help!-save me, save me!

He is coming-is upon me!

[ENOCH rushes in from behind, and hides himself
behind ADAM.

ADAM.

Heedless boy!

Why break'st thou thus into the house of mourning?

ZILLAH.

Take breath and speak-what is it frights thee, Enoch?

ENOCH.

I was bearing fresh flowers to strew my mother's bed,
When a shape I had never seen sprung hastily

From the grass, and stretched his arms out and pursued me:
I looked not in my fear, but fled, and flying,

Shot back my arrow as my father taught me,

And-hark! there is a heavy tread !

ADAM.

A fall!

[ADAM opens the door of the tent, and the body of
CAIN falls within.

EVE.

The hand of God is over us! Behold

THE WANDERER RETURNED !'

Our readers will now be enabled to form some opinion of the style of Mr Reade. It is on his style alone that we shall animadvert; for we have no wish to enter at present into any discussion on the

tendency of his works, and his selection and treatment of scriptural subjects. He is skilled in ambiguity; and can give a seeming force and value to even ordinary expressions, by employing them in unusual modes, and so connecting them as to destroy their common acceptation, and leave only a mysterious no-meaning, so exquisitely metaphorical, that, in our difficulty to comprehend it thoroughly, we are glad, if possible, to think it fine. A rich cluster of poetical terms, when involved with tolerable intricacy, will frequently pass current with a great majority of readers, who rest satisfied with a general impression that what they have been perusing must be something very beautiful and sublime, but without being able to collect any one distinct image. There is much of this specious incorrectness in the poems before us; and it is only necessary to analyse any of the most seemingly high-wrought passages to discover it. Take the following, for instance, over which we have no doubt many a fair reader may have murmured beautiful!'

Her lips are parted, and move like rose-leaves opening
To the invisible airs. Her hair, how lightly

Doth its pale golden wreaths in tangled
Luxuriance cluster down that neck, and rest
On her white bosom, where the violet vein
Sheds a dim lustre !'

Opening rose

What a store of poetical phrases is here! 'leaves' 'golden wreaths'-'tangled luxuriance'-'white bosom' -'violet vein'-'dim lustre !' But let us try how they hang together. The likening of lips to rose-leaves is a very reasonable but commonplace simile, if nothing were adverted to but their colour; but, in order to make it not commonplace, the author has made it nonsense-lips must not only look but move' like rose-leaves, and like rose-leaves' opening to the invisible airs.' By this we presume is meant, (or the word opening' deceives us,) not rose-leaves moved by the wind, but a rose-bud slowly expanding. Now, we are not aware that the motion of an expanding rose-bud is perceptible to the human eye, more than any other process of vegetation. Cain, however, in the passage above quoted, is describing what he sees. He sees the motion of her lips, and he is made to compare it to a motion which neither he nor any one else could see. We may next enquire what is the peculiar novelty and beauty of the epithet 'invisible,' as applied to airs.' In the following sentence we find two words which neutralize each other's meaning-lightly,' and 'cluster.' The word cluster,' implies thickness and heaviness, and hair which seems to fall lightly, cannot with propriety be said to cluster at all, Then we have a violet vein shedding a dim lustre on a white

bosom. Now, the vein is darker than the bosom; and when a dark object is upon a light one, we conceive that the 'lustre,' whether dim' or otherwise, must proceed from the latter.

A few words now on the versification of these poems, and more particularly of Cain, of which, in the prefatory dialogue, the author thus speaks:

'C. Your verses are often rugged, and—

A. Ah! so were "glorious John's." From the age of fourteen we steep ourselves, as it were, in the mellifluousness of Pope; but seven or eight years afterwards, one sickens of honey, of the eternal "smoothshaven green," and longs for and loves the rough energy, and rude but often grand harmony of glorious old Dryden,

"The long resounding march, and energy divine,"

as it has been owned by Pope himself. If in imitating a little his ruggedness, I have now and then caught a touch of his vigour, I shall be well satisfied.'

Is it then on the authority of Dryden that we are to accept such lines as the following?

Shall be levelled by them; why he is, and was-
In vain repinings, which is weakness, not strength-
Looking as enduring: I heard voices in-

Thou art mighty in punishment-oh! be mightier in-
Me whom till now thou hast ever turned to, in-
Dying before me daily, and I looking on-

And was happy because alone, and my heart opened—
Of my father and Eve, and perhaps hear their curses-
Who made ye, and none could look on ye and be—
Feeling and knowing themselves slaves to-

Of blindness withdrawn, and your eyes opened to

The English heroic verse consists properly of ten, sometimes of eleven syllables; but it does not therefore follow that prose chopped into portions of ten or eleven syllables, should be entitled to be called verse-much less that portions of nine, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen syllables, should have any pretensions to such a name. We had understood that rhythm and accent are a little to be attended to, and that it is by no means easy to write harmonious blank verse. But, according to Mr Reade's system, nothing can be easier. All that seems requisite is to dispose the words in lines, containing from nine to fourteen syllables, with only this restriction, that every line shall consist of entire words, and that they shall not be divided on the ultra-liberal plan exhibited in The Anti-Jacobin'

Thou wert the daughter of my tu-
Tor, law professor at the U-,' &c.

*See The Pirate.