Burst from your bonds, and battle with the time!"Mr.Robert Montgomery is fond of personification, and belongs, we need not say, to that school of poets who hold that nothing more is necessary to a personification in poetry than to begin a word with a capital letter.Murder may, without impropriety, bare her arm, as she did long ago, in Mr.Campbell's Pleasures of Hope.
But what possible motive Rebellion can have for weltering in her storm, what avenging crime may be, who its spirits may be, why they should be burst from their bonds, what their bonds may be, why they should battle with the time, what the time may be, and what a battle between the time and the spirits of avenging crime would resemble, we must confess ourselves quite unable to understand.
"And here let Memory turn her tearful glance On the dark horrors of tumultuous France, When blood and blasphemy defiled her land, And fierce Rebellion shook her savage hand."Whether Rebellion shakes her own hand, shakes the hand of Memory, or shakes the hand of France, or what any one of these three metaphors would mean, we, know no more than we know what is the sense of the following passage"Let the foul orgies of infuriate crime Picture the raging havoc of that time, When leagued Rebellion march'd to kindle man, Fright in her rear, and Murder in her van.
And thou, sweet flower of Austria, slaughter'd Queen, Who dropp'd no tear upon the dreadful scene, When gush'd the life-blood from thine angel form, And martyr'd beauty perish'd in the storm, Once worshipp'd paragon of all who saw, Thy look obedience, and thy smile a law."What is the distinction between the foul orgies and the raging havoc which the foul orgies are to picture? Why does Fright go behind Rebellion, and Murder before? Why should not Murder fall behind Fright? Or why should not all the three walk abreast? We have read of a hero who had"Amazement in his van, with flight combined, And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind."Gray, we suspect, could have given a reason for disposing the allegorical attendants of Edward thus.But to proceed, "Flower of Austria" is stolen from Byron."Dropp'd" is false English.
"Perish'd in the storm" means nothing at all; and "thy look obedience" means the very reverse of what Mr.Robert Montgomery intends to say.
Our poet then proceeds to demonstrate the immortality of the soul:
"And shall the soul, the fount of reason, die, When dust and darkness round its temple lie?
Did God breathe in it no ethereal fire.
Dimless and quenchless, though the breath expire?"The soul is a fountain; and therefore it is not to die, though dust and darkness lie round its temple, because an ethereal fire has been breathed into it, which cannot be quenched though its breath expire.Is it the fountain, or the temple, that breathes, and has fire breathed into it?
Mr.Montgomery apostrophises the"Immortal beacons,--spirits of the just,"--and describes their employments in another world, which are to be, it seems, bathing in light, hearing fiery streams flow, and riding on living cars of lightning.The deathbed of the sceptic is described with what we suppose is meant for energy.We then have the deathbed of a Christian made as ridiculous as false imagery and false English can make it.But this is not enough.
The Day of Judgment is to be described, and a roaring cataract of nonsense is poured forth upon this tremendous subject.Earth, we are told, is dashed into Eternity.Furnace blazes wheel round the horizon, and burst into bright wizard phantoms.Racing hurricanes unroll and whirl quivering fire-clouds.The white waves gallop.
Shadowy worlds career around.The red and raging eye of Imagination is then forbidden to pry further.But further Mr.
