difficulty in believing. As little are we inclined to assert that this frightful caricature of Deisin is intended as a covert recommendation of that further stage to which the scepticism of modern philosophers has sometimes conducted them. We are willing to suppose that he has, after all, no further view than the fantastic glory of supporting a paradox ably; of shewing bis powers of argument and poetry at the expense of all the religious and natural feelings of the world, and of ascertaining how much will be forgiven him by the unwearied devotion of his admirers. But we cannot, with some of our contemporaries, give him the credit of writing conscientiously' We respect his understanding too highly to apprehend that he intended a benefit to mankind in doing his best to make them discontented.

Notwithstanding the many objections to Lord Byron's poem, there are some beautiful lines in it. The description of Lucifer is remarkably fine:

Whom have we here ?- A shape like to the angels,
Yet of a sterner and a sadder aspect
Of spiritual essence: Why do I quake?
Why should I fear bin more than other spirits,
Whom I see daily wave their fiery swords
Before the gates round which I linger oft,
In twilight's hour, to catch a glimpse of those
Gardens which are my just inheritance,
Ere the night closes o'er the inhibited walls
And the immortal trees which overtop
The cherui im-defended battlements ?
If I shrink pot from these, the fire-arın'd angels,
Why should I quail from him who now approaches ?
Yet he secms mightier fir than them, nor less
Beauteous, and yet not all as beautiful
As he hath been, and might be : sorrow seems

llall of his immortality.
Adah's account of Lucifer's influence is also exquisitely done: -

Oh, my mother! thou
Hast pluck'd a fruit more fatal to thine offspring
'l han to thyself; thou, at the least, hast pass'd
Thy youth in Paradise, in innocent
And happy in:ercourse with happy spirits:
But we, thy children, ignorant of Eden,
Are girt about by demons, who assume
'I he words of God, and tempt us with our own
Dissatisfied and curious thoughts--as thou
Wert work'd on by the snake, in thy most flush'd
And heedless, harmless wantonness of bliss.
I cannot answer this immortal thing
Which stands before me; I cannot abhor him;
I look upon him with a pleasing fear,
And yet I fly not from him: in his eye
There is a fastening attraction which
Fixes my fluttering eyes on his; my heart
Bents quick; he awes me, and yet draws me near,
Nearer and bearer :-(ain-lain-save me from him!

What dreads my Adah? This is no ill spirit.

lle is not God---nor God's : I have bebeld

The cherubs and the seraphs ; he looks not
Like them.

But there are spirits loftier still
The archangels.

And still loftier than the archangels.

Ay—but not blessed.

Such, then, are the four endeavours which have been made to amplify the impersonation of the Evil Spirit given by Revelation ; still the awestriking simplicity of Scripture remains unrivalled. Among these four poets, Shakespeare has decidedly most nearly hit upon the demon's nature, though his is but an earthly devil; the defects of the other three we have tried to point out. It must be confessed, however, that all these attempts, with the exception of Lord Byron's needless profanity, tend much to enhance the solemnity, the strangeness, and the sublimity of poetry.




And hotly raged the bloody fight

On Cressy's field of fame; Fierce in hatred, strong in might,

The hostile armies came. And blind King John his men has brought

To aid the French intentFull many a time he 's with them fought,

Now rests he in his tent.

But hark how loud the trumpets sound!

The fearful strife's began !
The leaders shout, the horses bound,

l'p starts that fine old man:
“ And though I am both old and blind,

Some vigour still I feel ;
My fiery blood, my daring mind,

This battle shall reveal.

“ Bring me my arms, my sword and shield -

My squires are here 1 ween
And quickly chain my noble horse

Their powerful steeds between,
And let us hence, the armies meet,

Their arrows swiftly fly;
My ear shall guide my horse's feet,

Theirs will obey the eye."

And there they stand before the tent,

The three chained side by side ; And to the field with lances bent,

How quick these horsemen ride!
The King, that noble, blind, old man,

So royally did seem-
His squires with youthful joy began

or knightly deeds to dream.

And where the battle fiercest raged,

Their mighty swords are felt; And bloody tokens strew the path

Where'er their blows are dealt. But soon they fall, these spirits bold,

And see, their eyes grow dim! He lies like winter, white and cold,

And they like spring with him.

“ Farewell, ye earth and heavens so bright !

Your wailings, comrades, cease! We bravely die in open fight,

And gain eternal peace.” Brave spirits go ! your wreaths we 'll weave,

Your deeds shall live in story; With hero's deaths the crowns receive

Of deathless peace and glory.




Tuis grim Scottish story of the latter part of the seventeenth century is marked in all its features with a wonderfully deep and significant impression of the country and the time to which it belongs. New Milns (now Amisfield) appears to have been a place in the neighbourhood of Haddington, in East Lothian, which was so called from a manufactory of broad-cloth established there not long before the date of the events about to be related.

Sir James Stansfield held the rank of Colonel in the Parliamentary army. After Cromwell's victory at Dunbar, he went to Scotland, and set up the woollen manufactory at New Milns, under the patronage of the protecorate. At the Restoration, parliament granted certain annuities and privileges to Colonel Stanstield, on whom Charles II. conferred the honour of knighthood. His prospects, were, however, soon blasted ; for in 1687, he was found murdered, as was supposed, by his eldest son Philip, whom he had disinherited for his debauchery. This unfortunate man was brought up for trial, February, 6, 1688, when

The indictment set forth:

« That whereas by the laws of this kingdom, the speaking of malicious and seditious words, to the disdain of His Majesty's person and contempt of his royal government : such as drinking, or wishing confusion to his Majesty, is high treason. And the cursing, beating, invading, or assassinating of a parent, is punishable with death, &c. And that murder under trust, is punishable as trcason. Nevertheless, the said Philip Stansfield, shaking off the fear of God, &c., did upon the 1st, 2d, or 3d, or one or other of the days of the months of June, July, August, or September last, in the kitchen of New Milns, as a most villainous and avowed traitor, begin a health to the confusion of his Majesty, his native sovereign ; and did cause others, in his company, to drink the same.

" That although his father had given him a liberal education, he had taken ill courses, and had been detained prisoner in the Marshalsca, in Southwark, and in the public prisons of Antwerp, Orleans, and other places; from whence his said father had released him: and that notwithstanding, he fell to his debauched and villainous courses again. Whereupon, his father signifving his intention to disinherit him, and settle his estate upon John Stansfield, his second son, the said Philip Stansfield did

VOL. 1., NO. XXI.

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