The tears thou sheddest feel as though I wrung them Miriam. Javan, 'tis unkind! I hoped with thee t' have passed a tranquil hour, -But thou art like them all!'-p. 16, 17. Javan still reminds her that the father, for whose sake she is willing to expose herself to these horrors, is unworthy of such boundless affection. Her answer is beautiful, though the last line is somewhat awkwardly expressed. 'Oh cease! I pray thee cease! Javan! I know that all men hate my father; Of men upon my scattered bones with him.'-p. 21. She conquers, therefore, his objections, and returns laden with the provisions. In the next scene, she reappears in the house of Simon. Her description of the ruinous passage which had conducted her thither, of the feelings which had formerly endeared it to her, and of the change which had taken place in it, will strike every one who recollects his own feelings as a child, and the fondness with which we all, in our time, have clung to some little secret recess, where none of our rivals or playmates could interrupt us, and where we could at once enjoy the sense of exclusive property, and the romance of voluntary solitude. 'When yet a laughing child, Of Of sycamore, with ivy overgrown, I have nestled, and the flowers would seem to welcome me. Because none knew it but myself. Its loneliness I loved, for still my sole companions there, The doves, sate murmuring in the noonday sun. Ah! now there broods no bird of peace and love! And heavily it flapp'd its huge wings o'er me, As though o'ergorged with blood of Israel.'-p. 23, 24. Miriam now meets her sister Salone, an enthusiast for the law of Moses; her feelings strung to the highest pitch of frantic excitement, by vain anticipations of the future glory of Israel; and by a secret passion of a more earthly nature, which is artfully blended with her religious madness, and which leads her to mix her dreams of conquest and renown with softer whispers of bridal songs, the lute, the harp, and the dulcimer.—But her language is so beautifully characteristic that, in justice to the author, we must subjoin a few lines from the opening of the scene. 'Miriam. Sister, not yet at rest? Salone. Miriam. At rest! at rest! But oh! the bright, the rapturous disturbances Dear sister, in our state That they pour o'er me like the restless waters Of Angels riding upon cloudy thrones, Like a crown'd conqueror o'er the trampled Gentiles.' p. 24-26. Miriam deprecates her indulgence in such visions, and imputes them to the length of time, (two days,) which had elapsed since the last last supply of provisions. Salone resents her unbelief, taxes her with being a Christian, and threatens to denounce her to their father, who now enters, and relates to them how he had been engaged with John and Eleazar, in searching the dwellings of the citizens for concealed provisions. One of his exploits follows:There sate a woman in a lowly house, Miriam. And she had moulded meal into a cake; As though the warmth that breath'd from out their bodies : We bared our swords to slay but subtle John But thou didst not smite her, father? Simon. No! we were wiser than to bless with death A wretch like her. But I must seek within If he that oft at dead of midnight placeth The wine and fruit within our chosen house, Hath minister'd this night to Israel's chief.'-p. 30. These are powerful lines, and the effect which they are made to produce on Salone not only conduces to the progress of the drama, but is, in itself, extremely touching and natural. 32. Oh, Miriam! I dare not tell him now! For even as those two infants lay together Nestling their sleeping faces on each other, Even so have we two lain, and I have felt Thy breath upon my face, and every motion Of thy soft bosom answering to mine own.'-p. 31, But we notice the passage not so much for its intrinsic beauty, as on the old and familiar principle of finding fault, and to point out what we think the error of making the stern Pharisee the historian of his own deeds of horror, and (which is still less probable) relating them in language calculated to excite the sympathy of his hearers. We allow that the picture of distress and fiendish cruelty here offered to us, is such as completely accords with the temper of the times, and the man to whom it is imputed, and that it is such as might be easily paralleled or surpassed by a reference to Josephus. But, though it is certain that men have been sometimes. led by a mistaken religious zeal to actions the most diabolical, it will never be found that they have described minutely, and with apparent feeling, sufferings for which they desired their auditors to entertain no pity. It would have been more natural if Simon had himself, in a slight and hurried manner, informed his daughters that he had been executing the usual severities on those who withheld food from the public store; while the detail of horrors might have been given to his followers, who, less answerable for the cruelty, might, when their chief was withdrawn, have burst forth into exclamations against the nature of the service which they had been performing. As Salone thus relinquishes her purpose of impeaching Miriam, the hoary assassin returns, having washed his bloody hands and said his prayers,' and summons his daughters to the repast which his angelic guardian had again provided. Miriam, however, lingers behind, and, when alone, addresses a song to the Messiah, which, if it somewhat too closely reminds us, in a few passages, and in its general tenour, of Milton's glorious hymn on the nativity, will bear no unfavourable comparison with that or any other similar composition in our language. Oh Thou! thou who canst melt the heart of stone, A paradise of soft and gentle thoughts! The darkness of my father's soul? Thou knowest For thou wert born of woman! thou didst come, Was thy tempestuous road; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast. The heavens were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy of golden air; Nor stoop'd their lamps th' enthroned fires on high: Came wandering from afar, Gliding uncheck'd and calm along the liquid sky; The Eastern sages leading on As at a kingly throne, Το To lay their gold and odours sweet The Earth and Ocean were not hush'd to hear And seraphs' burning lyres Pour'd thro' the host of heaven the charmed clouds along. By simple shepherds heard alone, And when thou didst depart, no car of flame From fatal Calvary With all thine own redeem'd outbursting from their tombs. But one of human birth, The dying felon by thy side, to be In Paradise with thee. Nor o'er thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake; At that foul deed by her fierce children done; A few dim hours of day The world in darkness lay; Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the cloudless sun: Consenting to thy doom: Ere yet the white-robed Angel shone Upon the sealed stone. And when thou didst arise, thou didst not stand But thou didst haste to meet Thy mothers coming feet, And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few. Into thy native skies, Thy human form dissolv'd on high In its own radiancy.'-p. 33-37. The next scene introduces Simon at his early devotions, indulging in the anticipation of the Messiah's speedy coming, according to the notion of the Jews, as a temporal prince, to rescue his people and city, and destroy their Gentile invaders. His soliloquy contains many splendid passages, but it is expressed in a temper hardly |