a voice, as they can a sound. Or would they most approve of soldiers, that defend the life of their countrymen, either by the death of themselves or their enemies? "If philosophers please them, who is it that knows not that all the lights of example to clear their precepts are borrowed by philosophers from poets; that without Homer's examples, Aristotle would be as blind as Homer. If they retain musicians, who ever doubted but that poets infused the very soul into the inarticulate sounds of music—that without Pindar and Horace, the Lyrics had been silenced for ever? If they must needs entertain soldiers, who can but confess that poets restore that life again to soldiers, which, they before lost for the safety of their country; that without Virgil, Æneas had! never been so much as heard of. How can they, for shame, deny common-wealths to them, who were the first authors of them; how can they deny the blind philosopher that teaches them, his light; the empty musician that delights them, his soul; the dying soldier that defends their life, immortality after his own death. Let philosophy, let ethics, let all the arts bestow on us this gift, that we be not thought dead men whilst we remain among the living; it is only poetry can make us be thought living men when we lie among the dead. And, therefore, I think it unequal to thrust them out of our cities, that call us out of our graves, to think so hardly of them that make us to be so well thought of, to deny them to live awhile among us, that make us live for ever among our posterity." If Fletcher's sermons were composed in this style, their loss deserves to be lamented. The poem is divided into four cantos, and opens with a stanza so antithetically constructed as, in some mea sure, to impair the solemnity of the subject; but Fletcher soon rises into a nobler strain when he thinks of those Sacred writings, in whose antique leaves The memories of heaven entreasured lie*. Milton's Invocation to the Holy Spirit in the Paradise Regained is considered by Mr. Dunster "supremely beautiful;" it does not surpass the solemn and enraptured piety of Fletcher: O thou that didst this holy fire infuse, And taught this breast, but late the grave of hell, With better thoughts; send down those lights that lend The love that never was, and never can be penn'd. In the first canto, Christ's Victorie in Heaven, the poet traces the redemption of man to the pleadings of Mercy, who dwelt in the quiet of that Sabbath where "saintly heroes" rest from their labours. When Mercy beheld the ruin of that "Golden Building," once illuminated with every "star of excellence," she is represented lifting up "the music of her voice" against the decrees of fate. The interposition of offended Justice is grandly conceived: But Justice had no sooner Mercy seen Smoothing the wrinkles of her Father's brow, Open'd the world which all in darkness lay, Doth heaven's bright face of his rays disarray, My quotations are made from the original edition of 1610. The orthography only is modernized. 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 The silence of the thought loud speaking hears, Within her breast, but a still apathy Sending her eyes to heaven swimming in tears · And hideous clamours ever struck her ears, Whetting the blazing sword that in her hand she bears. The winged lightning is her Mercury, And round about her mighty thunders sound; Pale Sickness, with his kercher'd head up wound, But if her cloudy brow but once grow foul, The flints do melt, the rocks to water roll, : And airy mountains shake, and frighted shadows howl. Grief's company, a dull and raw-boned spright, That lanks the cheeks and pales the freshest sight, Unbosoming the cheerful breast of all delight. Before this cursed throng goes Ignorance, And round about amazed Horror flies, And over all, Shame veils his guilty eyes, And underneath Hell's hungry throat still yawning lies. Justice is portrayed leaning her bosom upon "two stone tables spread before her;" and the poet, in order to impress more deeply the fearful horror of that "scroll" on the mind, makes the terror and darkness of the Appearance upon Mount Sinai to rush upon our memory, when the affrighted children of Israel, like A wood of shaking leaves became.— The grandeur and dignity of Justice are expressed by the hush and stillness of the entire universe, waiting in awe for the opening of her lips*. In this silence of heaven and earth, Justice proceeds to accuse and convict man of wickedness and ingratitude. But in this part of the poem Fletcher forgot the sublimity of the occasion; he amuses himself with a sort of metaphysical ingenuity, as when speaking of Adam's covering of leaves he asks, for who ever saw A man of leaves a reasonable tree? And in some of the verses he sems to have studied that epigrammatic brevity and rapidity of interrogation, which so delighted his brother's eccentric friend, Quarles; but though the author of the Enchiridion might hang a garland at "the door of those fantastic chambers," every true lover of Fletcher's poetry will regret to see him lingering within their threshold. I must not, however, omit the 28th stanza :— *Milton saw the force of this conception; at the conclusion of the speech of the "Eternal Father" to the Angel Gabriel, all heaven Admiring stood a space, then into hymns Burst forth. Par. Reg., b. 1, v. 170. And drop down clouds of flowers? Did'st not thou bow Long might he look, and look, and long in vain, Might load his harvest in an empty wain, And beat the woods to find the poor oak's hungry grain. The effect of the address of Justice is given with great sublimity : She ended, and the heavenly Hierarchies The earth, and her firm basis quite in sunder, Flam'd all in just revenge, and mighty thunder, Heaven stole itself from earth by clouds that moisten'd under. The awful grandeur of celestial indignation seems to lift itself up in the majesty of these lines. The sudden preparation of the heavenly warriors, the clangor of arms and the uprising of the Deity himself, are splendid images, which are known to the reader of Paradise Lost not to have escaped the notice of Milton. The pause at the beginning of the stanza is a note of solemn preparation. The reappearance of Mercy in the midst of darkness and tumult is very picturesque; her face soon glimmers through, and paints the clouds with beauty As when the cheerful sun, elamping wide, Wrapt in a sable cloud from mortal eyes And headlong to his early roost the sparrow flies. |