Swarm'd, and were straiten'd: till the signal given, The verse, in the exquisitely modulated passage that folows, floats up and down as if it had itself wings: "Round he surveys (and well might, where he stood Of night's extended shade) from th' eastern point Beyond the horizon: then from pole to pole Stars distant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds, Or other worlds they seem'd, or happy isles," &c. The interest of the poem arises from the daring ambition and fierce passions of Satan, and from the account of the paradisaical happiness, and the loss of it by our first parents. Three fourths of the work are taken up with these characters, and nearly all that relates to them is unmixed sublimity and beauty. The first two books alone are like two massy pillars of solid gold. Satan is the most heroic subject that was ever chosen for a poem; and the execution is as perfect as the design is lofty. He was the first of created beings, who, for endeavoring to be equal with the Highest, and to divide the empire of heaven with the Almighty, was hurled down to hell. His aim was no less than the throne of the universe; his means, myriads of angelic armies bright, the third part of the heavens, whom he lured after him with his countenance, and who durst defy the Omnipotent in arms. His ambition was the greatest, and his punishment was the greatest: but not so his despair, for his fortitude was as great as his sufferings. His strength of mind was matchless as his strength of body. He was the greatest power that was ever overthrown, with the strongest will left to resist, or to endure. He was baffled, not confounded. He stood like a tower; or "As when Heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks or mountain pines." He is still surrounded with hosts of rebel angels, armed warriors, who own him as their sovereign leader, and with whose fate he sympathizes as he views them round, far as the eye can reach; though he keeps aloof from them in his own mind, and holds supreme counsel only with his own breast. An outcast from Heaven, Hell trembles beneath his feet, Sin and Death are at his heels, and mankind are his easy prey. "All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, are still his. The loss of infinite happiness to himself is compensated in thought by the power of inflicting infinite misery on others. Yet Milton's Satan is not the principle of malignity, or of the abstract love of evil, but of the abstract love of power, of pride, of self-will personified. He expresses the sum and substance of all ambition in one line: "Fallen cherub, to be weak is miserable, After his conflict and defeat, he founds a new empire in Hell, and from it conquers this new world, whither he bends his undaunted flight, forcing his way through nether and surrounding fires. Wherever the figure of Satan is introduced, whether he walks or flies, "rising aloft, incumbent on the dusky air," it is illustrated with the most striking and appropriate images: so that we see it always before us, gigantic, irregular, portentous, uncasy, and disturbed, but dazzling in its faded splendor. The deformity of Satan is only in the unparalleled depravity of his will. He has no bodily depravity to excite our loathing or disgust. He has neither horns, nor tail, nor cloven foot. Some think, and perhaps justly, that Milton has erred in drawing the character of Satan too favorably, or, rather, in making him the chief person in his poem; and they have ascribed this to Milton's love of rebellion against the magistracies of his own day. Satan's final departure from Heaven, and the sentiments with which he approaches and enters Hell, are portrayed in the most masterly style: "Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells! Hail horrors, hail T What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than He Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least Perhaps of all the passages in Paradise Lost, the descrip tion of the employments of the angels during the absence of Satan, some of whom, "retreated in a silent valley, sing with notes angelical to many a harp their own heroic deeds and hapless fall by doom of battle," is the most perfect example of mingled pathos and sublimity. The character which a living poet has given of Spenser would be much more true of Milton: "Yet not more sweet Than pure was he, and not more pure than wise, Milton has finely shown the power of discrimination in respect to character in EVE'S LAMENTATION ON BEING DRIVEN FROM PARADISE. "O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee And wild? How shall we breathe in other air Adam's reflections on the same mournful occasion are in a different strain, and still finer. After expressing his submission to the will of his Maker, he says, "This most afflicts me, that departing hence His bless'd countenance; here I could frequent On this mount He appear'd, under this tree Or monument to ages, and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers. SECTION III. SAMUEL BUTLER, Author of Hudibras. Strongly contrasted to Milton in every respect was his contemporary, Samuel Butler (1612-1680), the son of a farmer in Worcestershire, and at all times a poor man, but possessed of a rich fancy and a singular power of witty and pointed expression. His chief work was Hudibras, published in 1663 and subsequent years, a comic poem in shortrhymed couplets, designed to burlesque the characters of the zealously religious and Republican party, which had recently held sway. Notwithstanding the service which he thus performed to the Royalist cause and to Charles II., he was suffered to die in such poverty that the expense of his funeral was defrayed by a friend. In Hudibras, a Republican officer, of the most grotesque figure and accoutrements, s represented as sallying out, like a knight-errant, for the reformation of the state; and his character is thus, in the first place, described: CHARACTER OF SIR HUDIBRAS. He was in logic a great critic, A hair 'twixt south and southwest side; He'd run in debt by disputation, In mood and figure he would do. His mouth, but out there flew a trope; Teach nothing but to name his tools. A Babylonish dialect, Which learned pedants much affect; Of patch'd and py-bald languages; Could take the size of pots of ale; SECTION IV. YOUNG (1681-1765). The principal work of Edward Young is the Nigni Thoughts. This poem, by some critics, has been pronounced mournful, angry, gloomy, and represented as |