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IX. He died !- his death made no great stir on earth;
His burial made some pomp; there was profusion Of velvet, gilding, brass, and no great dearth
Of aught but tears — save those shed by collusion. For these things may be bought at their true worth;
Of elegy there was the due infusion Bought also; and the torches, cloaks, and banners, Heralds, and relics of old Gothic manners,
The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show,
Made the attraction, and the black the wo. (pall; There throbb'd not there a thought which pierced the
And when the gorgeous cofrin was laid low,
With the best doctrines till we quite o'erflow;
I know that all save England's church have sbamim'd,
God knows, as helpless as the devil can wish,
Than is to bring to land a late-hook'd fish,
Not that I'm fit for such a noble dish,
And nodded o'er his keys; when, lo! there came A wondrous noise he had not beard of late —
A rushing sound of wind, and stream, and flame; In short, a roar of things extremely great,
Which would have made aught save a saint exclaim; But he, with first a start and then a wink, Said, There's another star gone out, I think !"
XVII. But ere be could return to his repose, A cherub flapp'd his right wing o'er his eyes — At which Saint Peter yawnd, and rubbid his nose.
“ Sairt porter," said the angel, “ pritbee rise!" Waving a goodly wing, which glow'd, as glows
An earthly peacock's tail, with heavenly dyes; To which the saint replied, “ Well, what's the matter? Is Lucifer come back with all this clatter?"
Return to what it must far sooner, were
Its way back into earth, and fire, and air; But the unnatural balsams merely blight
What nature made him at his birth, as bare As the mere million's base unmummied clay Yet all his spices but prolong decay.
XII. He's dead — and upper earth with him has done;
He's buried; save the undertaker's bill, Or lapidary scrawl, the world is gone
For hiin, unless he left a German will; But where's the proctor who will ask his son ?
In whom his qualities are reigning still, Except that household virtue, most uncommon, Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman.
XIII. “ God save the king !" It is a large economy
In God to save the like; but if he will Be saving, all the better; for not one am I
Of those who think damnation better still I hardly know too if not quite alone am I
In this small hope of bettering future ill By circumscribing, with soine slight restriction, The eternity of hell's hot jurisdiction.
XVIII. “ No," quoth the cherub; “ George the Third is dead."
[apostle : “ And irho is George the Third ?" replied the “ What George? what Third?” “ The king of
England," said The angel. “ Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way; but does he wear his head ?
Because the last we saw here had a tustle, And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces, Had he not flung his head in all our faces.
XIX. “ He was, if I remember, king of France ;3
That head of bis, which could not keep a crown On earth, yet ventured in my face to advance
A claim to those of martyrs — like my own: If I had had my sword, as I had once
When I cut ears off, I had cut him down ; But having but my keys, and not my brand, I only knock'd his head from out his band.
'Tis blasphemous; I know one may be damn'd For hoping no one else may e'er be so;
I know my catechism; I know we are crammid
Thus as I stood, the hell, which awhile from its warning had rested,
Come, and behold! - methought a startling voice from the twilight
SOUTHAT'. Vision of Judgment.) 1 ["So by the unseen comforted, raised I my head in oberlience,
And in a vault I found myself placed, rih'd over on all sides.
Ench in its niche, and ralls, and me, and funeral hatchments,
For there was no lamp," &c. – Southsv.)
llo! he exc'a'm'i, King George of England cometh to judgment !
A multitudinous army
XX. “ And then he set up such a headless how),
That all the saints came out and took him in; And there he sits by St. Paul, cheek by jowl ;
That fellow Paul — the parvenù! The skin Of Saint Bartholoniew, which makes his cowl
In heaven, and upon earth redeem'd his sin, So as to make a martyr, never sped Better than did this weak and wooden head.
XXI. “ But had it come up here upon its shoulders,
There would have been a different tale to tell : The fellow-feeling in the saints beholders
Seems to have acted on them like a spell ; And so this very foolish head heaven solders
Back on its trunk: it may be very well, And seems the custom here to overthrow Whatever has been wisely done below.”
With such a glance of supernatural hate,
As made Saint Peter wish himself within; He patter'd with his keys at a great rate,
And sweated through his apostolic skin :
Like birds when soars the falcon; and they felt A tingling to the tip of every feather,
And form'd a circle like Orion's belt (whither Around their poor old charge ; who scarce knew
His guards had led him, though they gently dealt
Asunder, and the flashing of its hinges
Of many-colour'd flame, until its tinges Reach'd even our speck of earth, and made a new
Aurora borealis spread its fringes O'er the North Pole; the same seen, when ice-bound, By Captain Parry's crew, in “ Melville's Sound."
The king who comes hus head and all entire,
He did as doth the puppet — by its wire, And will be judged like all the rest, no doubt:
My business and your own is not to inquire
Arriving like a rush of mighty wind,
Some silver stream (say Ganges, Nile, or Inde, Or Thames, or Tweed), and 'midst them an old man
With an old soul, and both extremely blind,
A Spirit of a different aspect waved
Whose barren beach with frequent wrecks is paved ; His brow was like the deep when tempest-toss'd ;
Fierce and unfathomable thoughts engraved
Ne'er to be enter'd more by him or Sin,
XXVIII. And from the gate thrown open issued beaming
A beautiful and inighty Thing of Light, i Radiant with glory, like a banner streaming
Victorious froin some world-o'erthrowing fight : My poor comparisons must needs be teeming With
likenesses, for here the night Of clay obscures our best conceptions, saving Johanna Southcotes, or Bob Southey raving.
XXIX. 'T was the archangel Michael : all men know
The make of angels and archangels, since There's scarce a scribbler has not one to show,
From the fiends' leader to the angels' prince. There also are some altar-pieces, though
I really can't say that they much evince One's inner notions of immortal spirits ; But let the connoisseurs explain their inerits.
A goodly work of him from whom all glory
Before him the young cherubs and saints hoary
1 (" Then I beheld the King. From a cloud which cover'd the pavement
His reverenu forn uprose: heavenward his face was directed,' tended. Heavenward his eyes were raiset!, and heavenward his arms were er. Presently one approach to grect him with joyful obeisance; He of whom, in an hour of woe, the assassin bereare us When is counxls most, and his resolute virtue, were needed. (me? Thou ! said the Monarch, here? Thou, PKKCXVA!, sumninonid vetore Then, as his waken'i mind to the weal of the country reverteil, What of his Son, he asku, what course by the l'rince had been follow'd ? Kight in his father's steps hath the Kerent trod, was the answer: Firm hath he prored and wre, at a time when weakness or error Would have sunk us in shame, and to ruin have liurlet us headlong. Peice is obtaind then at last, with very and honour! the Monarch Cried, and he ctaspil his hands, I thank thee, O merciful Father! Peace hath Uten won by the sword, the taithful mainister answer'd. Pari» hath," &c. - SOUTILBY 2 (See Captain Sir Edward Parry's Voyage, in 1819-20, for the Discovery of a North-west passage. "I believe it is almost impossible for words to give an idea of the beauty and variety which this mazniticent phenomenon displayed. "The luminous arch had broken into irr-gular masses, streaming with much rapidity in diferent directions, varying continually in shape and interest, and extending themselves from north, by the east, to north. At one time a part of the arch near the zenith was bent into convolutions resembling those of a snake
in motion, and undulating rapidly, an appearance which we
Over head I behrid the infinite ether; beneath us
• (Johanna Southcote, the aged lunatic, who fancied hersell, and was believed by many thousand followers, to be with child of a new Messiah, died in 1815. There is a full account of her in the Quarterly Review, vol. xxiv. p. 496.)
In act to assert his right or wrong, and show
Cause why King George by no means could or should Make out a case to be exempt from woe
Eternal, inore than other kings, endned With better sense and hearts, whom history mentions, Who long have “ paved bell with their good inten.
(I say young, begging to be understood
By looks, not years; and should be very sorry
That arch-angelic hierarch, the first
The aspect of a god; but this ne'er nursed
No thought, save for his Maker's service, durst
They knew each other both for good and ill ;
His former friend and future foe; but still There was a high, immortal, proud regret
In either's eye, as if 't were less their will
From Job, that Satan hath the power to pay
And that “ the sons of God,” like those of clay, Must keep him company; and we might show
From the same book, in how polite a way
To prove with Hebrew and with Arabic,
But a true narrative; and thus I pick
As sets aside the slightest thought of trick.
The gate of heaven; like eastern thresholds is The place where Death's grand cause is argued o'er,
And souls despatch'd to that world or to this ;
A civil aspect : though they did not kiss,
But with a graceful oriental bend,
The heart in good men is supposed to tend. He turn'd as to an equal, not too low,
But kindly ; Satan met his ancient friend With more hauteur, as might an old Castilian Poor noble meet a mushroom rich civilian.
XXXVII. He mcrely bent his diabolic brow
An instant; and then raising it, he stood
XXXVIII. Michael began : “ What wouldst thou with this man,
Now dead, and brought before the Lord ? What ill Hath he wrought since his mortal race began,
That thou canst claim him ? Speak ! and do thy will, . If it be just : if in this earthly span
He hath been greatly failing to fulfil
XXXIX. “ Michael !" replied the Prince of Air, " even here,
Before the Gate of him thou servest, must I claim my subject : and will make appear
That as he was my worshipper in dust,
To thee and thine, because nor wine nor lust
Once, more thy master's : but I triumph not
Need he thou servest envy me my lot:
In worship round him, he may have forgot
Assert my right as lord ; and even had I such an inclination, 't were (as you
Well know) superfluous; they are grown so bad, That hell has nothing better left to do
Than leave them to themselves : so much more mad And evil by their own internal curse, Heaven cannot make them better, nor I worse.
XLII. “ Look to the earth, I said, and say again :
When this old, blind, mad, helpless, weak, poor
Began in youth's first bloom and flush to reign,
The world and he both wore a different form, And much of earth and all the watery plain
Of ocean call'd him king : through many a storm His isles had floated on the abyss of time; For the rough virtues chose them for their clime.
XLIII. “ He came to his sceptre young; he leaves it old :
Look to the state in which he found his realm, And left it; and his annals too behold,
How to a minion first he gave the helm ; How grew upon his heart a thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts; and for the rest, but glance Thine eye along America and France,
Than see this royal Bedlam bigot range
The azure fields of heaven, of that be sure ! “ Saint !" replied Satan, “ you do well to avenge
The wrongs he made your satellites endure; ? And if to this exchange you should be given, I'll try to coax our Cerberus up to heaven."
XLIV. “ 'T is true, he was a tool from first to last
(I have the workmen safe); but as a tool So let him be consumed. From out the past
Of ages, since mankind have known the rule Of monarchis - from the bloody rolls amass'd
Of sin and slaughter - from the Cæsars' school, Take the worst pupil; and produce a reign (slain. More drench'd with gore, more cumber'd with the
XLV. « He ever warr'd with freedom and the free:
Nations as men, home subjects, foreign focs, So that they utter'd the word ' Liberty!' (Whose
Found George the Third their first opponent. History was ever stain'd as his will be
With national and individual woes ?
He was a decent sire, and middling lord.
As temperance, if at Apicius' board,
I grant him all the kindest can accord ;
XLVII. “ The New World shook him off; the Old yet groans
Beneath what he and his prepared, if not Completed : he leaves heirs on many throncs
To all his vices, without what begot
Who sleep, or despots who have now forgot
XLVIII. “ Five millions of the primitive, who hold (plored
The faith which makes ye great on earth, imA part of that vast all they held of old,
Freedom to worship — not alone your Lord,
Must be your souls, if you have not abhorr'd
LI. Here Michael interposed : “ Good saint ! and devil!
Pray, not so fast ; you both outrun discretion. Saint Peter ! you were wont to be more civil :
Satan ! excuse this warmth of his expression, And condescension to the vulgar's level :
Even saints sometimes forget themselves in session. Have you got more to say ? "_"No."-"If you please, I'll trouble you to call your witnesses."
Which stirr'd with its electric qualities
Although we find him sometimes in our skics;
In all the planets, and hell's batteries
As have the privilege of their damnation
Of worlds past, present, or to come; no station
Of hell assign'd; but where their inclination
It being a sort of knighthood, or gilt key
Up the back stairs, or such free-masonry.
Being clay myself. Let not those spirits be
LV. When the great signal ran from heaven to hell
About ten million times the distance reckon'd From our sun to its earth, as we can tell
How much time it takes up, even to a second, For every ray that travels to dispel
The fogs of London, through which, dimly beacon'd, The weathercocks are gilt some thrice a year, If that the summer is not too severe : 4
XLIX. “ True ! he allow'd them to pray God: but as
A consequence of prayer, refused the law Which would have placed them upon the same base
With those who did not hold the saints in awe. But here Saint Peter started from his place,
And cried, “ You may the prisoner withdraw : Ere heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelph, While I am guard, may I be damn'd myself !
L. “ Sooner will I with Cerberus exchange
My office (and his is no sinecure) (George III.'s determination against the Catholic claims.]
"From the opposite region, Heavy and sulphurous clouds rould on, and completed the circle. There with the Spirits accurst, in congenial darkness enveloped Were the souls of the Wicked, who, wilful in guil: and error, Chose the service cf sin, and now were abiding its wages. Change of place to them brought no reprieval froin anguish; They in their evil thoughts and desires of impotent malice, Envy, and hate, and blasphemous rage, and remorse unasailing, Carried a hell within, to which all outer alicuion, So it abstracted the sense, might be deem'd a reinission of torment.
I know the solar beams take up more time Ere, pack'd up for their journey, they begin it;
But then their telegraph is less sublime,
At the edge of the cloud, the Princes of Darkness were marshall'd;
NETHEY.) 3 (A gold or gilt key, peeping from below the skirts of the coat, marks a lord chamberlain.]
* (An allusion to Horace Walpole's expression in a letter“The summer has set in with its usual severity.")
And if they ran a race, they would not win it
'Gainst Satan's couriers bound for their own clime. The sun takes up some years for every ray To reach its goal the devil not half a day.
Of half-a-crown, a little speck appcar'd (I've seen a something like it in the skies
In the Ægean, ere a squall); it near'd, And, growing bigger, took another guise ;
Like an aërial ship it tack'd, and stcer'd, Or was steer'd (I am doubtful of the grammar Of the last phrase, which makes the stanza stammer ;
And so it was — a cloud of witnesses. I
Of locusts numerous as the heavens saw these ; They shadow'd with their myriads space; their loud
And varicd cries were like those of wild geese (If nations may be liken'd to a goose), And realised the phrase of “ hell broke loose."
He turn'd all colours -- as a peacock's tail,
Or sunset streaming through a Gothic skylight In some old abbey, or a trout not stale,
Or distant lightning on the horizon by night,
My good old friend, for such I deem you, though Our different parties make us fight so shy,
I ne'er mistake you for a personal foe;
Trust that, whatever may occur below,
My call for witnesses ? I did not mean
'Tis even superfluous, since two honest, clean, Truc testimonies are enough: we lose
Our time, nay, our eternity, between
Indifferent, in a personal point of view:
With far less trouble than we have gone through Already; and I merely argued his
Late majesty of Britain's case with you Upon a point of form : you may dispose Of him ; I've kings enough below, God knows !"
Who damn'd away his eyes as heretofore : There Paddy brogued “ By Jasus !"" What's your wull ?
(swore The temperate Scot exclaim'd: the French ghost In certain terms I sha 'n't translate in full,
As the first coachman will; and 'midst the war, The voice of Jonathan was heard to express, “Our president is going to war,
Lxy. Thus spoke the Demon? (late call'd multifaced "
By multo-scribbling Southey). “ Then we'll call One or two persons of the myriads placed
Around our congress, and dispense with all The rest," quoth Michael : “ Who may be so graced
As to speak first ? there's choice enough — who shall It be ?"
Then Satan answer'd, “ There are many; But you may choose Jack Wilkes as well as any.
LXVI. A merry, cock-eyed, curious-looking sprite
Upon the instant started from the throng,
In short, an universal shoal of shades,
Of all climes and professions, years and trades, Ready to swear against the good king's reign,
Bitter as clubs in cards are against spades :
As angels can; next, like Italian twilight,
1 [" On the cerulean floor by that dread circle surrounded,
Stood the soul of the King alone. In front was the Presence
"But when he stood in the Presence,
* (In reference to this part of Ur Souther's poem, the Eclectic Re. viewer, we believe the late Rer. Robert Ili, said Mr. Southey's Vision of Judgment' is unquestionably a profane poem. The assertion will stagger those only who do not consider what is the import of the word. Profine. ness is the irreverent itse of acrerl names and things. A burlesque nf things sacrel, whether intentional or not, is piroanenes. To apply the linguage of Scripture in a ludicrous connection is to protane it. The mummery of praser on the stage, though in a serious pavis ATOSA profanation of sicred things. And all aces which come under the taking of tol's naine in vain are acts of profaneness. According to this definition of the woril, the Laureate's Vision of Judgment' is a poum Aromaly and unpardonably profane. Mr. Southey's intention was, we are well persuaded, very far
from being irreligious; and, indeed, the profanenous of the perm partly arises froin the ludicrous effect prounced by the bad taste and inberilits of the performance, for which his intentions are clearly not answeralde, Whatever Ilerties a poet may claim to take, in representations partly allegorical, with the invisible realities of the world to come, thenia fatuus of political zeal has, in this instance, carti d Mr. Southey far le. onut any acaiunable bounds of poetical licene. It would have been enouel to celebrate the apothesis of the monarch: bur, when he proceed to travestie the final indument, and to convert the awful tribunal of Ilearen into a drawing room levee, where he, the Poet Laureate, takss upon himself to play the part of a lord in waiting, presentink one Georgian worthy after another to kiss hands on promotion, - what should be grave is, indeed, turned to turce."