the subject which the general and overwhelming nature of its detail, as exhibited in the efforts of preceding writers, had altogether failed to produce. The American bard opens his poem, by representing himself, while meditating, during the evening of Christmas-day, on the actions, the precepts, and promises of our Saviour, as seized with a trance-like sleep, under the influence of which, he conceives himself journeying at sunrise over a boundless plain, save that in its apparent centre there arose a verdant mount adorned with flowers of every varied hue and fragrance. Whilst light of heart, and full of joy, he travelled onward, his attention was arrested by an effulgence which surpassed the sun, by the murmur of many voices, and the rush of wings, and, gazing upward, he beheld amid the opening heavens a throne surrounded by myriads of immortal spirits, and heard the mingling tones of hymns, and harps, and hallelujahs sweet. Sudden, a seraph that before them flew, Put to his mouth the likeness of a trump, And toward the four winds four times fiercely breathed. The mighty peal To Heaven resounded, Hell returned a groan, Thundered: silence succeeded through the nations. It struck the general pulse of nature still, The throne now descending, rests upon the summit of the mount, and is encircled by the heavenly host, amongst whom, pre-eminent in majesty and beauty, are seen the seven glorious spirits who for ever stand in the presence of the Almighty. Amidst these, says the poet, I saw Emmanuel, seated on his throne; Resplendent in his face the Godhead beamed, The close of this passage, as included in the last six lines, is conceived and executed in a style which discloses the hand of a master. It is followed by a description of the throne of the filial deity, and by two highly-coloured pictures of archangelic majesty and wisdom. These last, as ably supported and finely contrasted, and as presenting very fair specimens of the author's talents in the delineation of superhuman power and intelligence, I conceive it but justice to transcribe. They will be found, like the portraits of a similar kind in Milton, to derive a large portion of their beauty and effect, not only from the exquisite propriety of the imagery brought forward to their aid, but from the well-adapted structure and harmony of the versification, which, like tints in the hand of the painter, forms the medium of their develop ment. Upon the Lord's right hand His station Michael held: the dreadful sword, When her wide streets pour noon, and echoing thro' Opposed to him, I saw an angel stand In sable vesture, with the books of Life. Looked things unearthly, thoughts unutterable, Renowned was he among the seraphim The poet now brings before us the sumless myriads of human beings, who, like wave following wave, appear entering on the plain in endless succession; and it is here that he has shown a very uncommon degree of skill in selecting, contrasting, and grouping, for the purpose of placing them on his foreground, characters of all ages and nations. Preserving to them their historic costume and features, he has on this plan elicited a degree of dramatic interest which no other expedient perhaps could have produced, and he prefaces his portraits |