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May live to carve your betters'.

Cleave yon bald-pated shaveling to the chine!
Cæs. Well said, my man of marble! Benvenuto, His rosary's of gold!
Thou hast some practice in both ways; and he

Lutheran Soldiers. Revenge! revenge!
Wbo slays Cellini will bave work'd as hard

Plunder hereafter, but for vengeance nowAs e'er thou didst upon Carrara's blocks (1)

Yonder stands Antichrist! ARNOLD disarms and wounds CELLINI, but slight Ces. (interposing.) How now, schismatic? ly: the latter draws a pistol, and fires; then re What wouldst thou ? tires, and disappears through the portico.

Luth. Sold. In the holy name of Christ, Cæs. How farest thou ? Thou hast a taste, methinks, 1 Destroy proud Antichrist. I am a Christian. of red Bellona's banquet

Cæs. Yea, a disciple that would make the founder Arn. (slaggers.) "Tis a scratch.

Of your belief renounce it, could he see Lead me thy scarf. He shall not 'scape me thus. | Such proselytes. Best stint thyself to plunder. Ces. Where is it?

Luth. Sold. I say he is the devil. Arn. In the shoulder, not the sword-arm- 1 Ces.

Hush! keep that secret, And that's enough. I am thirsty: would I had Lest he should recognise you for his own. A belm of water!

Luth. Sold. Why would you save bim? I repeat he is Cæs. That's a liquid now

The devil, or the devil's vicar upon earth. In requisition, but by no means easiest

Cæs. And that's the reason : would you make a Io come at.

quarrel Arn. And my thirst increases ;-but With your best friends ? You had far best be quiet; I'I find a way to quench it.

His hour is not yet come.
Or be quench'd

Luth. Sold.

That shall be seen! Thyself?

[The Lutheran Soldier rushes forward; a shot dra. The chance is even ; we will throw

strikes him from one of the Pope's Guards, The dice thereon. But I lose time in prating;

and he falls at the foot of the Allar. Pritbee: be quick. [CÆSAR binds on the scarf. Cæs. (to the Lutheran.) I told you so. And what dost thou so idly?

Luth. Sold. And will you not avenge me? Why dost not strike?

Cæs. Not I! You know that “Vengeance is the Your old philosophers You see he loves no interlopers.

(Lord's:” Beheld mankind, as mere spectators of

Luth. Sold. (dying.)

The Olympic games. When I behold a prize | Had I but slain him, I had gone on high,
Worth wrestling for, I may be found a Milo.

Crown'd with eternal glory! Heaven, forgive
Arn. Ay, 'gainst an oak.

My feebleness of arm that reach'd him not, Cas.

A forest, when it suits me. And take thy servant to thy mercy. "Tis I combat with a mass, or not at all.

A glorious triumph still; proud Babylon's Neantime, pursue thy sport as I do mine;

No more; the Harlot of the Seven Hills Which is just now to gaze, since all these labourers

| Hath changed her scarlet raiment for sackcloth Will reap my harvest gratis.

And ashes!

[The Lutheran dies. Thou art still

Cæs. Yes, thine own amidst the rest. A fiend!

Well done, old Babel ! Ces. And thou—a man.

[The Guards defend themselves desperately, while Arn. Why, such I fain would show me.

the Pontiff escapes, by a private passage, to the Cæs.

True-as men are.

Vatican and the Castle of St. Angelo.(2) Arn. And what is that?


Ha! right nobly battled !
Thou feelest and thou see'st.

Now, priest! now, soldier! the two great professions, (Exit ARNOLD joining in the combat, which still

Together by the ears and hearts! I have not continues between delached parties. The scene

Seen a more comic pantomime since Titus closes.

Took Jewry. But the Romans had the best then;

Now they must take their turn.


He hath escaped! St. Peter'sThe interior of the Church- The Pope Follow!

at the Allar-Priests, etc. crowding in confusion, Another Sold. They have barr'd the narrow passage and Citizens flying for refuge, pursued by Soldiery. | And it is clogg'd with dead even to the door. (up,

Cæs. I am glad he hath escaped: he may thank Enter CÆSAR.

me for't. A Spanish Soldier. Down with them, comrades ! In part. I would not have his bulls abolish'dseize upon those lamps !

'Twere worth one half our empire: his indulgences




1) "Levelling my arquebuse,” says Benvenuto Cellini, "I discharged it with a deliberate aim at a person who Neemed to be lifted above the rest : but the mist prevented me from distinguishing whether he was on horseback or on Toot. Then turning suddenly about to Alessandro and Cecchino, I bid them fire off their pieces, and showed them how to escape every shot of the besiegers. Having accordingly Kred twice for the enemy's once, I cautiously approached the walls, and perceived that there was an extraordinary confusion among the assailants, occasioned by our having sot the Duke of Bourbon: he was, as I understood afterwards, that chief personage whom I saw raised above the

rest."-Vol. i. p. 120. This, however, is one of the many stories in Cellini's amusing autobiography which nobody seems ever to have believed.-L. E.

(2) Tbe castle of St. Angelo was besieged from the 6th of May to the 5th of June, during which time, slaughter and desolation, accompanied with every excess of impiety, rapine, and lust, on the side of the Imperialists, devastated the city of Rome. For this picture of horrors, see especially the Sackage of Rome, by Jacopo Buonaparte, “gentiluomo Samminiatese, che vi se trovò presente," and Life of Cellini, vol. i. p. 124.-L.E.

Demand some in return;- no, no, he must not


Even so; there is a woman Fall;——and besides, his now escape may furnish Worthy a brave man's liking. Were ye such, A future miracle, in future proof

Ye would have honour'd her. But gel ye hence, of his infallibility. To the Spanish Soldiery. And thank your meanness, other God you have note, Well, cut-throats!

For your existence. Had you touch'd a hair What do you pause for? If you make not haste, of those dishevellid locks, I would have thinn'd There will not be a link of pious gold left.

Your ranks more than the enemy. Away, And you, too, catholics! Would ye return

Ye jackals ! gnaw the bones the lion leaves, From such a pilgrimage without a relic?

| But not even these till he permits. The very Lutherans have more true devotion:

A Sold. (murmuring.)

The lion See how they strip the shrines!

| Might conquer for himself then. Soldiers.

By holy Peter! Arn. (cuts him down.) Matineer! He speaks the truth; the heretics will bear

Rebel in hell-you shall obey on earth. The best away.

[The Soldiers assault ARNOLD. Ces.

And that were shame! Go to! Arn. Come on! I'm glad on't: I will show you, Assist in their conversion.

slaves, [The Soldiers disperse ; many quit the Church, How you should be commanded, and who led you others enter.

First o'er the wall you were so shy to scale,

They are gone, Until I waved my banners from its height,
And others come: so flows the wave on wave As you are bold within it.
Of what these creatures call eternity,

(ARNOLD Mows down the foremost, the rest Deeming themselves the breakers of the ocean,

throw down their arms. While they are but its bubbles, ignorant


Mercy, mercy! That foam is their foundation. So, another !

Arn. Then learn to grant it. Have I taught you wka

Led you o'er Rome's eternal battlements ? Enter OLIMPIA, flying from the pursuit-She springs

Soldiers. We saw it, and we know it; yet forgive upon the Altar.

A moment's error in the heat of conquestSold. She's mine!

The conquest which you led to. Another Sold. (opposing the former.) You lie, I Arn.

Get you hence! track'd her first; and were she

Hence to your quarters; you will find them fir'd The Pope's niece, I'll not yield her. [They fight. | In the Colonna palace.

3d Sold. (advancing towards OLIMPIA.) You may Olimp. (aside.) In my father's Your claims; I'll make mine good. [settle | House!

[no further need Olimp.

{nfernal slave! Arn. (to the Soldiers.) Leave your arms; ye have You touch me not alive.

Of such : the city's render'd. And mark well 3d Sold. Alive or dead!

You keep your hands clean, or I'll find out a strea Olimp. (embracing a massive crucifix.) Respect As red as Tiber now runs, for your baptism. your God!

Soldiers. (deposing their arms and deparling. He 3d Sold. Yes, when he shines in gold.

obey. Girl, you but grasp your dowry.

Arn. (to OLIMPLA.) Lady, you are safe. (As he advances, OLIMPIA, with a strong and Olimp.

I should be to, sudden effort, casts down the crucifix : it Had I a knife even ; but it matters notstrikes the Soldier, who falls.

Death hath a thousand gates; and on the marble, 3d Sold.

Oh, great God! Even at the altar foot, whence I look down Olimp. Ah! now you recognize him.

Upon destruction, shall my head be dash'a, 3d Sold.

My brain's crush'd! | Ere thou ascend it. God forgive thee, man! Comrades, help, ho! All's darkness! (He dies. | Arn. I wish to merit his forgiveness, and Other Soldiers (coming up). Slay her, although she Thine own, although I have not injured thee. had a thousand lives :

Olimp. No! Thou hast only sack'd my native land, She hath kill'd our comrade.

No injury!-and made my father's house Olimp.

Welcome such a death! A den of thieves. No injury!- this temple You have no life to give, which the worst slave Slippery with Roman and holy gore. Would take. Great God! through thy redeeming Son, | No injury! And now thou wouldst preserve me, And thy Son's Mother, now receive me as

To be-but that shall never be! I would approach thee, worthy her, and him, and thee! [She raises her eyes to Heaven, folds her robe . Enter Arnold.

round her, and prepares to dash herself dout

on the side of the Altar opposite to bad Arn. What do I see? Accursed jackals !

where ARNOLD stands. Forbear!


Hold, hold: Cæs. (aside, and laughing.) Ha! ha! here's equity! I swear. The dogs

Olimp. Spare thine already forfeit soul | Have as much right as he. But to the issue! | A perjury for which even hell would loathe thee.

Soldiers. Count, she bath slain our comrade. I know thee.

With what weapon ? Arn. No, thou know'st me not; I am not Sold. The cross, beneath which he is crush'd; of these men, though behold him


I judge thee by thy mates; Lie there, more like a worm than man; she cast it It is for God to judge thee as thou art. Upon his head.

I see thee purple with the blood of Rome;


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I love but thee!

Take mine, 't is all thou e'er shalt have of me, | But, if you rue it after, blame not me.
And here, upon the marble of this temple,

Arn. Let her but live!
Where the baptismal font baptized me God's,


The spirit of her life 1 offer him a blood less holy

Is yet within her breast, and may, revive. But not less pure (pure as it left me then,

Count! count! I am your servant in all things, A redeem'd infant) than the holy water

| And this is a new office:-'t is not oft The saints have sanctified !

I am employ'd in such; but you perceive OLIMPIA waves her hand to ARNOLD with How stanch a friend is what you call a fiend.

disdain, and dashes herself on the pavement | Ou earth you have often only fiends for friends; from the Altar.

Now I desert not mine. Soft! bear her hence, Arn.

Eternal God!

The beautiful half-clay, and nearly spirit! I feel thee now. Help, help! She's gone.

I am almost enamour'd of her, as Ces. (approaches.)

I am here. Of old the angels of her earliest sex. Arn. Thou! but oh, save her!

Arn. Thou! Ces. (assisting him to raise OLIMPIA.) She hath Ces. I! But fear not. I'll not be your rival. done it well!

Arn. Rival ! The leap was serious.

Cæs. I could be one right formidable; .. Am. Oh! she is lifeless.

But since I slew the seven husbands of

Tobias' future bride and after all
She be so, I have nonght to do with that:

'T was suck'd out by some incense), I have laid The resurrection is beyond me.

Aside intrigue: 't is rarely worth the trouble

Of gaining, or—what is more difficult
Ces. Ay, slave or master, 't is all one: methinks Getting rid of your prize again; for there's
Good words, however, are as well at times.

The rub! at least to mortals.
Ar. Words !—Canst thou aid her?

- Arn.

Prithee, peace! I will try. A sprinkling Softly! methinks her lips move, her eyes open! Of that same holy water may be useful.

Cæs. Like stars, no doubt; for that's a metaphor (He brings some in his helmet from the font. For Lucifer and Venus. Ån. Tis mix'd with blood.


To the palace
There is no cleaner now Colonna, as I told you !


Oh! I know
Arn How pale! how beautiful! how lifeless! My way through Rome.
Alive or dead, thou essence of all beauty,

Now onward, onward! Gently!

[Exeunt, bearing Olimpia. The scene closes. Even so Achilles loved Penthesilea: with his form it seems You have his heart, and yet it was no soft one.

PART III. Árn. She breathes ! But no, 't was nothing, or the

SCENE I. laint flatter life disputes with death.


A Castle in the Apennines, surrounded by a wild She breathes.

but smiling country. Chorus of Peasants, singing Arn. Thou say'st it? Then 't is truth.

You do me right

before the Gates.

The devil speaks truth much oftener than he's deem'd:
de bath an ignorant audience.
Arn. (without attending to him). Yes! her heart

The wars are over,
Alas! that the first beat of the only heart [beats.

The spring is come; lever wish'd to beat with mine should vibrate

The bride and her lover
To an assassin's pulse.

Have sought their home:
A sage reflection,

They are happy, we rejoice;
But somewhat late i’ the day. Where shall we bear Let their hearts have an echo in every voice!
I say she lives.

[her ?
And will she live?
As much

The spring is come; the violet 's gone,

The first-born child of the early sun:
Then she is dead!

With us she is but a winter's flower,
Bah! bah! You are so, The snow on the hills cannot blast her bower;
And do not know it. She will come to life-

And she lifts up her dewy eye of blue such as you think so, such as you now are;

To the youngest sky of the self-same hue. But we must work by human means.

We will Convey her onto the Colonna palace,

And when the spring comes with her host Where I have pitch'd my banner.

Of flowers, that flower beloved the most Cæs. Come then! raise her up!

Shrinks from the crowd that may confuse
Arn. Softly!

Her heavenly odour and virgin hues.
As softly as they bear the dead,
Perhaps because they cannot feel the jolting.
Arm But doth she live indeed ?

Pluck the others, but still remember

Nay, never fear! Their herald out of dim December






As dust can.




The morning star of all the flowers,
The pledge of daylight's lengthen'd hours;
Nor, ’midst the roses, e'er forget
The virgin, virgin violet.

Enter CÆSAR.
Cæs. (singing). The wars are all over,

Our swords are all idle,

The steed bites the bridle,
The casque's on the wall.
There's rest for the rover;

But his armour is rusty,

And the veteran grows crusty
As he yawns in the hall.

He drinks--but what's drinking?

A mere pause from thinking!
No bugle awakes him with life-and-death call.

But the hound bayeth loudly,

The boar's in the wood,
And the falcon longs proudly

To spring from her hood:
On the wrist of the noble

She sits like a crest,
And the air is in trouble

With birds from their nest.
Cæs. Oh! shadow of glory!

Dim image of war!

But the chase hath no story,

Her hero no star,
Since Nimrod, the founder

Of empire and chase,
Who made the woods wonder

And quake for their race.
When the lion was young,

In the pride of his might, Then 't was sport for the strong

To embrace him in fight; To go forth, with a pine

For a spear, 'gainst the mammoth, Or strike through the ravine

At the foaming behemoth; While man was in stature

As towers in our time, The first-born of Nature,

And, like her, sublime !


But the wars are over,

The spring is come;
The bride and her lover

Have sought their home:
They are happy, and we rejoice;
Let their hearts have an echo from every voice!

[Exeunt the Peasantry, singing.


“Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made.”

Genesis, chap. iii. verse 1.


This " Mystery of Cain" is Inscribed,



The following scenes are entitled A Mystery, in conformity with the ancient title annexed to dramas

upon similar subjects, which were styled “Mysteries or Moralities. The author has by no means take the same liberties with his subject which were com mon formerly, as may be seen by any reader curious

(1) Cain was begun at Ravenna, on the 16th of July, 1821 -completed on the 9th of September-and published, in the same volume with Sardanapalus and The Two Foscari, in December.

Perhaps no production of Lord Byron has been more generally admired, on the score of ability, than this Mystery; certainly none, on first appearing, exposed the author to a fiercer tempest of personal abuse.

Besides being usmercifully handled in most of the critical journals of the day, Cain was made the subjeet of a solemn separate essay, entitled "A Remonstrance addressed to Mr. Murray respecting a recent Publication-by Oxoniensis ; ” of which we may here preserve a specimen :

"There is a method of producing conviction, not to be found in any of the treatises on logio, but which I am persuaded you could be quickly made to understand; it is the argumentum ad crumenam; and this, I trust, will be brought home to you in a variety of ways; not least, I expect, in the probt you hope to make by the offending publication. As a bookseller, I conclude you have but one standard of poetic excellence the extent of your sale. Without assuming any thing beyond the bounds of ordinary foresight, I venture to foretell, that in this case you will be mistaken the book will dis

appoint your cupidity, as much as it discredits your feeling and di cretion. Your noble employer has deceived you, Mr. Murray has profited by the celebrity of his name to palm upon you aboutes trash, the very off-scourings of Bayle and Voltaire, which he mnade you pay for as though it were first-rate poetry and en metaphysics. But I tell you (and, if you doubt it, you may on any of the literary gentlemen who frequent your reading-por that this poem, this Mystery, with wbich you have insulted as nothing more than a cento from Voltaire's novels, and the most jectionable articles in Bayle's Dictionary, served up in clumsy tings of ten syllables, for the purpose of giving it the guise of a

"Still, though Cain has no claims to originality, there are objects to which it may be made subservient : and so well area noble author's schemes arranged, that in soine of them be will 3 sure to succeed.

* In the first place, this publication may be useful as a financial measure. It may seem hard to suspect, that the high-souled po sopby, of which his Lordship makes profession, could be servin the influence of money: but you could tell us, Sir, if you wo what sort of a band your noble friend is at a bargain; wie Plutus does not sometimes go shares with Apollo in his seper tions.

"In the second place (second I mean in point of order, for le not presume to decide which motive predominates in his Lord mind), the blasphemous iropieties of Cain, though nothing more

enough to refer to those very profane productions,(1) | is but rarely) taken from actual Scripture, he has whether in English, French, Italian, or Spanish. The made as little alteration, even of words, as the rhythm anthor has endeavoured to preserve the language would permit. The reader will recollect that the adapted to his characters; and where it is (and this book of Genesis does not state that Eve was tempted

splity than the echo of often-refuted sophisms, by being newly reseed and put forth in a form easy to be remembered, may prose considerable effect; that is, they may mislead the ignorant,

settle the wavering, or confirm the hardened sceptic in his mis Wiel. These are consequences which Lord Byron must have con

plated; with what degree of complacency be alone can tell

Bat, in the third place, if neither of these things happens, and Can should not prove either lucrative or mischievous, there is wer point which Lord Byron has secured to himself, so that he

not be deprived of it.-the satisfaction of insulting those from when he differs both in faith and practice. ... Now, at last, he Jarrels with the very conditions of bumanity, rebels against that Provence which guides and governs all things, and dares to adopt the language which had never before been attribnted to any being Dat one, Evil, be thou my good.' Such, as far as we can judge, is Lord Byron"

This critic's performance is thus alluded to in one of Lord Byron's letters to Mr. Douglas Kinnaird :-“I know nothing of Rivington's "Remonstrance' by the eminent Churchman;' but I suppose the man wants a living."

On hearing that his publisher was threatened with more serious annoyances, in consequence of the appearance of the Hystery, Lord Byron addressed the following letter to Mr.

speak as the first murderer and the first rebel may be supposed to speak, surely all the rest of the personages talk also according to their characters and the stronger passions have ever been per. mitted to the drama.

"I have even avoided introducing the Deity, as in Scripture (though Milton does, and not very wisely either ; but have adopted! bis angel as sent to Cain instead, on purpose to avoid shocking any feelings on the subject, by falling short of what all uninspired men! must fall short in, viz, giving an adequate notion of the effect of the presence of Jehovah. The old Mysteries introduced him liberally enough, and all this is avoided in the new one.

"The attempt to bully you, because they think it won't succeed with me, seems to me as atrocious an attempt as ever disgraced the times. What! when Gibbon's, Hume's, Priestley's, and Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argu. ment? There must be something at the bottom of this some pri. vate enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.

"I can only say, Me, me; en adsum qui feci ;'--that any proceedings direeted against you, I beg, may be transferred to me, who am willing, and ought, to endure them all ;-that if you have lost money by the publication, I will refund any or all of the copyright;

- thai I desire you will say that both you and Mr. Gifford remonstrated against the publication, as also Mr. Hobhouse ;-that I alone occasioned it, and I alone am the person who, either legally or otherwise, should bear the burden. If they prosecute, I will come to England; that is, if, by meeting it in my own person, I can save yours. Let me know. You sha'n't suffer for me, if I can help it. Make any use of this letter you please.

"Yours ever, etc.

" Pisa, February 1822. * Andis apon me were to be expected; but I perceive one upon is the papers, which I confess that I did not expect. How, or at manner, you can be considered responsible for wbat I publanat a loss to conceive.

V Ceis de blasphemous,' Paradise Lost is blasphemous; and Betery words of the Oxford gentleman, Evil, be thou my good,

free that very poem, from the mouth of Satan; and is there ising more in that of Lucifer in the Mystery? Cain is nothing

shope Bass drama, not a piece of argument. If Lucifer and Cain

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"Attacks on me were what I look'd for, Murray;

But why the devil do they badger you ? These godly newspapers seem hot as curry :

But don't, dear Publisher, be in a stew.
They 'u be so glad to see you in a furry-

I mean those canting Quacks of your Review-
They lain would have you all to their own set :-
Bat Dever mind them--we're not parted yet.
1 bey surely don't suspect you, Mr. John,

or being more than accoucheur to Cain; What mortal ever said you wrote the Dou?

I dig the mine-you only fire the train. but bere-why, really, no great lengths I've gone

Big wigs and buzz were always my disdainBut my poor shoulders why throw all the guilt on ? There's as much blasphemy, or more, in Milton.

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The thing's a drama, not a sermon-book ;

Here stands the Murderer-that's the Old One there-
In gown and cassock how would Satan look ?

Should fratricides discourse like Dr. Blair?
The puritanie Milton freedom took,

Which now-days would make a bishop stare;
Bat not to shock the feelings of the age,
I only bring your angels on the stage.
To bully You, yet shrink from battling Me,

Is baseness-gothing baser stains The Times :
While Jeffrey in each catalogue I see

While no one talks of priestly Playfair's crimes,
While Drummond, at Marseilles, blasphemes with glee-

Why all this row about my harmless rhymes ?
Depend on 't, Piso, 't is some private pique
Mong those that cram your Quarterly with Greek.
If this goes on, wish you'd plainly tell 'em,

Twere quite a treat to me to be indicted;
Is it less sin to write such books than sell 'em ?

There's muscle ! I'm resolved I'll see you righted.
Is me, great Sharpe,t in me converte telum !

Come Dr. Sewell,t show you have been knighted! -
Un my accognt you never shall be dunn'd;
The copyright, in part, I will refund.
You may tell all who come into your shop,

You and your Bull-dog both remonstrated;
My Jackall did the same, you hints may drop,

(All whicb, perhaps, you have already said,
Just speak the word, I'll fly to be your prop:

They shall not touch a hair, man, on your head.
You're free to print this letter: you're a fool

If you don't send it Grst to the John Bull." 11. Mr. Sharpe and Sir John Sewell, LL.D., managers of the Con

P.S.-I write to you about all this row of bad passions and absurdities with the summer moon (for bere our winter is clearer than your dog-days, lighting the winding Arno, with all her buildings and bridges, -50 quiet and still !-What nothings are we before the least of these stars!"

An individual of the name of Benbow having pirated Cain, Mr. (now Sir Lancelot) Shadwell applied to the Lord Chan. cellor (Eldon) for an injunction to protect Mr. Murray's property in the Mystery. The learned counsel, on the 9th of February, 1822, spoke as follows:

* This work professes to record, in a dramatic poem of three acts, the story contained in the book of Genesis. It is meant to repre. sent the state of Cain's mind when it received those lemptations which led him to commit the murder of his brother. The actors in the poem are few: they consist of Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, and their two wives, with Lucifer, and, in the third act, the Angel of the Lord. The book only does that which was before done by Milton, and adheres more closely to the words contained in Scripture. The book, in the commencement, represents Cain in a moody dissipated disposition, wben the Evil Spirit tempts him to go forth with him to acquire knowledge. After the first act, he leads him through the abyss of space; and, in the third, Cain returns with a still more gloomy spirit. Although the poet puts passages into his mouth, which of themselves are blasphemous and impious, yet it is what Milton has done also, both in his Paradise Lost and Regained. But those passages are powerfully combated by the beautiful arguments of his wife, Adah. It is true that the book represents what Scripture represents,--that he is, notwithstanding, instigated to de. stroy the altar of his brother, whom he is then led on to put to death; but then the punishment of his crime follows, in the very words of the Scripture itself. Cain's mind is immediately visited with all the horror of remorse, and he goes forth a wanderer on the face of the earth. I trust I am the last person in the world who would attempt Lo defend a blasphemous or impious work; but I say that this poem is as much entitled to the protection of the court, in the abstract, as either the Paradise Lost or the Paradise Regained. So confident am I of this, that I would at present undertake to compare it with those works, passage by passage, and show that it is perfectly as moral as those productions of Milton. Every sentence carries with it, if I may use the expression, its own balsam. The authority of God is recognised ; and Cain's impiety and crime are introduced to show that its just punishment immediately followed. I repeat, that there is no reason why this work, taken abstractedly, should not be protected as well as either of the books I have mentioned. I ther<fore trust that your Lordship will grant this injunction in limine, and tben the defendants may come in and show cause against it."

The following is a note of the Lord Chancellor's judg. ment:

* This court, like the other courts of justice in this country, acknowledges Christianity as part of the law of the land. The juris. diction of this court in protecting literary property is founded on this,--that where an action will lie for pirating a work, there the court, attending to the imperfection of that remedy, grants its in junction; because there may be publication after publication, which you may never be able to hunt down by proceeding in the other courts. But where such an action does not lie, I do not apprehend that it is according to the course of the court to grant an injunction to protect the copyright. Now this publication, if it is one intended to vilify and bring into discredit that portion of Soripture history

istianity as parting literary propa work. th

Mutational Association.]

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