Adah. Oh, part not with him thus, my father: do not But it shall not be so-the Lord thy God Zillah. I must watch my husband's corse. Come, Zillah! Zillah. Yet one kiss on yon pale clay, So shall our children be. I will bear Enoch, Let us depart, nor walk the wilderness Under the cloud of night.-Nay, speak to me, To me-thine own. Leave me! Cain. To dwell with one who hath done this? I fear A Voice from within exclaims, Cain! Cain! And mine commandeth me to set his seal Cain. Wouldst thou with me? Angel. What To mark upon thy brow Exemption from such deeds as thou hast done. Cain. No, let me die! It must not be. Angel. Angel. Stern hast thou been and stubborn from the As the ground thou must henceforth till; but he Angel. Who shall heal murder? what is done is It soundeth like an angel's tone. Go forth! fulfil thy days! and be thy deeds Enter the ANGEL of the Lord. Am I then Adah. This punishment is more than he can bear. Shall slay him. Would they could! but who are they Angel. Then he would but be what his father is. To him thou now see'st so besmear'd with blood? ers to Eve's speech. Let me know what Gifford thinks, for I have a good opinion of the piece, as poetry; it is in my gay metaphysical style, and in the Manfred line."] i The four rivers" which flowed round Eden, and consequently the only waters with which Cain was acquainted upon earth. Adah. [The ANGEL disappears. Cain. Ah! little knows he what he weeps for! Adah. If I thought that he would not, I would- No. Adah. I will not leave thee lonely with the dead; Let us depart together. Cain. Oh! thou dead And everlasting witness! whose unsinking I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God Can never meet thee more, nor even dare To do that for thee, which thou shouldst have done But who hath dug that grave? Oh, earth! Oh, earth! [ADAH stoops down and kisses the body of ABEL 2 [The catastrophe is brought about with great dramatic skill and effect. The murderer is sorrowful and confounded, -his parents reprobate and renounce him.-his wife clings to him with eager and unhesitating affection; and they wander forth together into the vast solitude of the universe. -JEFFREY.] } Adah. A dreary, and an early doom, my brother, I alone must not weep. Cain. Eastward from Eden will we take our way; [The reader has seen what Sir Walter Scott's general opinion of "Cain" was, in the letter appended to the Dedication, ante, p. 327. Mr. Moore's was conveyed to Lord By rou in these words : "I have read Foscari and Cain. The former does not please me so highly as Sardanapalus. It has the fault of all these violent Venetian stories; being unnatural and improbable, and therefore, in spite of all your fine management of then, appealing but remotely to one's sympathies. But Cain is wonderful-terrible-never to be forgotten. If I an not mistaken, it will sink deep into the world's heart; and while many will shudder at its blasphemy, all must prostrate before its grandeur. Talk of Eschylus and is Prometheus here is the true spirit both of the Poetand the Devil." Lord Byron's answer to Mr. Moore on this occasion contains the substance of all that he ever thought fit to advance in defence of the assaulted points in his "Mystery:"— "With respect to religion," he says, "can I never conviree you that I hold no such opinions as the characters in that drama, which seems to have frightened everybody? Myideas of a character may run away with me: like all magnative men, I, of course, embody myself with the character, while I draw it, but not a moment after the pen is from off the paper." He thus alludes to the effects of the critical tempest excited by "Cain," in the eleventh canto of "Don Juan:" "In twice five years the 'greatest living poet,' The grand Napoleon of the realms of rhyme. "But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mont Saint Jean seems Cain." We shall now present the reader with a few of the most elaborate summaries of the contemporary critics,-favorable and unfavorable-beginning with the Edinburgh Re Mr. Jeffrey says,-"Though Cain' abounds in beautiful passages, and shows more power, perhaps, than any of the author's dramatical compositions, we regret very much that it should ever have been published.... Lord Byron has no prestlike cant or priestlike reviling to apprehend from us. We do not charge him with being either a disciple or an apostle of Lucifer: nor do we describe his poetry as a mere fotopound of blasphemy and obscenity. On the contrary, We are inclined to believe that he wishes well to the happiness of mankind, and are glad to testify that his poems and with sentiments of great dignity and tenderness, as Well as passages of infinite sublimity and beauty.... Philosophy and poetry are both very good things in their way; ut, in our opinion, they do not go very well together. It is a poor and pedantic sort of poetry that seeks to embody thing but metaphysical subtleties and abstract deducons of reason-and a very suspicious philosophy that aims a' establishing its doctrines by appeals to the passions and e fancy. Though such arguments, however, are worth btle in the schools, it does not follow that their effect is inconsiderable in the world. On the contrary, it is the mischief of all poetical paradoxes, that, from the very limits and end of poetry, which deals only in obvious and glancing views, they are never brought to the fair test of argument. An allusion to a doubtful topic will often pass for a defini tive conclusion on it; and, clothed in beautiful language, may leave the most pernicious impressions behind. We established creed and morality of their country, or to the therefore think that poets ought fairly to be confined to the actual passions and sentiments of mankind; and that poetical dreamers and sophists who pretend to theorize according to their feverish fancies, without a warrant from authority or reason, ought to be banished the commonwealth of letters. In the courts of morality, poets are unexceptionable witnesses: they may give in the evidence, and depose to facts whether good or ill; but we demur to their arbitrary and self-pleasing summing up; they are suspected judges, and not very often safe advocates, where great questions are concerned, and universal principles brought to issue." The Reviewer in the Quarterly was the late Bishop Heber. His article ends as follows: "We do not think, indeed, that there is much vigor or poetical propriety in any of the characters of Lord Byron's Mystery. Eve, on one occasion, and one only, expresses herself with energy, and not even then with any great depth of that maternal feeling which the death of her favorite son was likely to excite in her. Adam moralizes without dignity. Abel is as dull as he is pious. Lucifer, though his first appearance is well conceived, is as sententious and sarcastic as a Scotch metaphysician; and the gravamina which drive Cain into impiety are circumstances which could only produce a similar effect on a weak and sluggish mind,-the necessity of exertion and the fear of death! Yet, in the happiest climate of earth, and amid the early vigor of nature, it would be absurd to describe (nor has Lord Byron so described it) the toil to which Cain can have been subject as excessive or burdensome. And he is made too happy in his love, too extravagantly fond of his wife and his child, to have much leisure for those gloomy thoughts which belong to disappointed ambition and jaded licentious ness. Nor, though there are some passages in this drama of no common power, is the general tone of its poetry so excellent as to atone for these imperfections of design. The dialogue is cold and constrained. The descriptions are like the shadows of a phantasmagoria, at once indistinct and artificial. Except Adah, there is no person in whose fortunes we are interested; and we close the book with no distinct or clinging recollection of any single passage in it, and with the general impression only that Lucifer has said much and done little, and that Cain has been unhappy without grounds and wicked without an object. But if, as a poem, Cain is little qualified to add to Lord Byron's reputation, we are unfortunately constrained to observe that its poetical defects are the very smallest of its demerits. It is not, indeed, as some both of its admirers and its enemies appear to have supposed, a direct attack on Scripture and on the authority of Moses. The expressions of Cain and Lucifer are not more offensive to the cars of piety than such discourses must necessarily be, or than Milton, without offence, has put into the mouths of beings similarly situated. And though the intention is evident which has led the Atheists and Jacobins (the terms are convertible) of our metropolis to circulate the work in a cheap form among the populace, we are not ourselves of opinion that it possesses much power of active mischief, or that many persons will be very deeply or lastingly impressed by insinuations which lead to no practical result, and difficulties which so obviously transcend the range of human experience." It is not unamusing to compare the above with the following paragraph in one of the Bishop's private letters at the time : "I have been very busy since I came home in reviewing Lord Byron's dramatic poems. Of course, I have had occasion to find a reasonable quantity of fault, but I do not think that I have done him injustice. Pereant qui ante nos nos Adah. Oh, part not with him thus, my father: do not But it shall not be so-the Lord thy God Add thy deep curse to Eve's upon his head! Zillah. Yet one kiss on yon pale clay, So shall our children be. I will bear Enoch, Under the cloud of night.-Nay, speak to me, Leave me! Cain. To dwell with one who hath done this? I fear A Voice from within exclaims, Cain! Cain! And mine commandeth me to set his seal To mark upon thy brow Exemption from such deeds as thou hast done. Cain. No, let me die! It must not be. Angel. Angel. Stern hast thou been and stubborn from th As the ground thou must henceforth till; but he By God the life to him he loved; and taken It soundeth like an angel's tone. Go forth! fulfil thy days! and be thy deeds Adah. This punishment is more than he can bear. Would they could! but who are they Angel. Then he would but be what his father is. To him thou now see'st so besmear'd with blood? ers to Eve's speech. Let me know what Gifford thinks, for I have a good opinion of the piece, as poetry; it is in my gay metaphysical style, and in the Manfred line."] i The "four rivers" which flowed round Eden, and consequently the only waters with which Cain was acquainted upon earth. Unlike the last! Adah. [The ANGEL disappears. Cain. Ah! little knows he what he weeps for! No more of threats: we have had too many of them: Adah. I will not leave thee lonely with the dead; Cain. Can never meet thee more, nor even dare [ADAH stoops down and kisses the body of ABEL 2 [The catastrophe is brought about with great dramatic skill and effect. The murderer is sorrowful and confounded, -his parents reprobate and renounce him.-his wife clings to him with eager and unhesitating affection; and they wander forth together into the vast solitude of the universe. -JEFFREY.] Lord Byron's answer to Mr. Moore on this oncest tama the substance of all that he ever thought in defence of the assaulted points in tas-Movers "With respect to religion," he says, vince you that I hold no such op ons as the that drama, which seems to have frumrenes eramode My ideas of a character may run away w imaginative men, I, of course, emb aracter, while I drew it, but not a moment at the pes free off the paper." He thus alludes to the effects of the critical temps G ted by Carn," in the eleventh canto of L "In twice five years the greatest living poet." Lake to the champion in the fisty niz. Is call'd on to support his claim. or show Even I-albeit I'm sure I did not know it. Nor sought of foolscap subjects to be king Was reckon'd, a considerable time, The grand Napoleon of the realms of rhyme. "But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mont Saint Jean seems Can." We shall now present the reader with a few of the most elaborate summaries of the contemporary entics,-favoraole and unfavorable-beginning with the Edinburgh Re view. Mr. Jeffrey says, "Though Cain' abounds in beautiful passages, and shows more power, perhaps, than any of the author's dramatical compositions, we regret very much that it should ever have been published.... Lord Byron has no appear to have supper & CUTTL The extreman's or on the authorry if priestlike cant or priestlike reviling to apprehend from us. We do not charge him with being either a disciple or an Lucifer are not more offeste HET LE SUES CAT such discourses must benea apostle of Lucifer: nor do we describe his poetry as a mere compound of blasphemy and obscenity. On the contrary, offence, has put into the moths i betSTLETAL CD TETTOwe are inclined to believe that he wishes well to the hapAnd though the intention is een or has the A156w ists and Jacobins (the terms are convert tue piness of mankind, and are glad to testify that his poems abound with sentiments of great dignity and tenderness, as polis to circulate the work in a cheap form among the well as passages of infinite sublimity and beauty.... Phipopulace, we are not ourselves of operoon that it possesses losophy and poetry are both very good things in their way; much power of active mischief, or that many persons will but, in our opinion, they do not go very well together. It is be very deeply or lastingly impressed by insinuations which nothing but metaphysical subtleties and abstract deduc- ously transcend the range of human experience." hot a poor and pedantic sort of poetry that seeks to embody lead to no practical result, and difficulties which so obri tra dixerunt.' I should have liked to have taken up the same ground in a great degree with Jeffrey; but, as it will never do to build on another man's foundation, I have been obliged to break ground on a different side of the fortress, though not, I think, so favorable a one, and with the disadvantage of contending against a rival, who has conducted his attack with admirable taste and skill." "It seems as if Lord Byron persuaded himself, with re gard to his own being, that he had always within him twe contrary spirits of good and evil contending for the do minion over him, and thus reconciled those extraordinary flights of intellectual elevation and purity with a subausson to the pride, the ferocity, the worldly passions, the worldly enjoyments, the corporeal pastimes, the familiar humor, the vulgarisms, the rough and coarse manliness, to which he The following extract is from Mr. Campbell's Maga- alternately surrendered himself, and which the good-nature zine: "Cain' is altogether of a higher order than Sardanapalus' and the Two Foscari.' Lord Byron has not, indeed, fulfilled our expectations of a gigantic picture of the first murderer for there is scarcely any passion, except the immediate agony of rage, which brings on the catastrophe; and Cain himself is little more than the subject of supernatural agency. This piece is essentially nothing but a vehicle for striking allusions to the mighty abstractions of Death and Life, Eternity and Time; for vast but dim descriptions of the regions of space, and for daring disputations on that great problem, the origin of evil. The groundwork of the arguments on the awful subjects handled is very commonplace; but they are arrayed in great majesty of language, and conducted with a frightful audacity. The direct attacks on the goodness of God are not, perhaps, taken apart, bolder than some passages of Milton; but they inspire quite a different sensation; because, in thinking of Paradise Lost, we never regard the Deity, or Satan, as other than great adverse powers, created by the imagination of the poet. The personal identity which Milton has given to his spiritual intelligences, the local habitations which he has assigned them,-the material beauty with which he has invested their forms,--all these remove the idea of impurity from their discourses. But we know nothing of Lord Byron's Lucifer except his speeches: he is invented only that he may utter them; and the whole appears an abstract discussion, held for its own sake, not maintained in order to serve the dramatic consistency of the persons. He has made no attempt to imitate Milton's plastic power;-that power by which our great poet has made his Heaven and Hell, and the very regions of space, sublime realities, palpable to the imagination, and has traced the lineaments of his angelic messengers with the precision of a sculptor. The Lucifer of Cain' is a mere bodiless abstraction,--the shadow of a dogma; and all the scenery over which he presides is dim, vague, and seen only in faint outline. There is, no doubt, a very uncommon power displayed, even in this shadowing out of the ethereal journey of the spirit and his victim, and in the vast sketch of the world of phantasms at which they arrive: but they are utterly unlike the massive grandeurs of Milton's creation. We are far from imputing intentional impiety to Lord Byron for this Mystery; nor, though its language occasionally shocks, do we apprehend any danger will arise from its perusal." So much for the professed Reviewers. We shall conclude with a passage from Sir Egerton Brydges's" Letters on the Character and Genius of Lord Byron:" "One of the pieces which have had the effect of throwing the most unfavorable hues, not upon the brilliancy of Lord Byron's poetry, but upon its results to society, is 'Cain. Yet, it must be confessed, that there is no inconsiderable portion of that poem which is second only to portions of similar import in Milton,-and many of them not second; in a style still sweeter and more eloquent, and with equal force, grandeur, and purity of sentiment and conception; such as the most rigidly-religious mind would have read, if it had come from Milton, or any other poet whose piety was not suspected, as the effusion of something approaching to holy inspiration. Let us then task our candor, and inquire of ourselves, whether he who could write such passages could mean wrong? Let us recollect, that as the rebellious and blasphemous speeches he has put into the mouths of Lucifer and Cain are warranted by Milton's example, and the fact of Cam's transgression recorded in the Bible, the omission of the design and filling up a character who should answer all those speeches might be a mere defect in the poet's judgment. He might think that Lucifer's known character as an Evil Spirit precluded his arguments from the sanction of authority; and that Cain's punishment, and the denunciations which accompanied it, were a sufficient i warning. I know not that any objection has been made to 'Heaven and Earth.' It has the same cast of excellence as the more perfect parts of Cain,' but, perhaps, not quite so intense in degree. public chose to consider as the sole attributes of his persena character. Much of his time, however, must have been spent in the musings by which these high poems, so eca pacted of the essence of thought, were produced; and in all this large portion of his existence here, his imagination must have borne him up on its wings into ethereal regas, far above the gross and sensual enjoyments of this grovel ling earth. Did he deal, as minor poets deal, in mere splen dor of words, his poetry would be no proof of this; but he never does so there is always a breathing soul beneath his words, 'That o'er informs the tenement of clay;' it is like the fragrant vapor that rises in incense from the earth through the morning dew; and when we listen to his lyre, Less than a God we think there cannot dwell, That sings so sweetly and so well! "If Lord Byron thought that, however loudly noisy voices might salute him with a rude and indiscriminate clamor of applause, his poems were not received with the taste and judgment they merited, and that severe and cruel comments were attached to them by those who assumed to themselves authority, and who seldom allowed the genius without per verting it into a cause of censure, that more than outweighed the praise; those fumes of flattery which are imputed as the causes of a delirium that led him into extravagancies, on'raging decorum and the respect due to the public, never, in fact, reached him. To confer fait praise' is 'to dama, to confer praise in a wrong place is to insult and provoke. Lord Byron, therefore, had not, after all, the encouragement that is most favorable to ripen the richest fruit, and it was a firm and noble courage that still prompted him to persevent. "For this reason, as well as for others, I think his foreign residences were more propitious to the energies of les Muse than a continued abode in England would have bee The poison of the praises that were insidious did not reach him so soon; and he was not beset by treacherous coapanions, mortifying gossip, and that petty intercourse w ordinary society which tames and lowers the tone of the mind. To mingle much with the world is to be infalliby degraded by familiarity; not to mingle, at least, among the busy and the known, is to incur the disrespect to which i significance is subjected. Lord Byron's foreign residence exempted him from these evils: he saw a few intimate friends, and he corresponded with a few others; but such an intercourse does not expose to similar effects. The ne cessary knowledge and necessary hints may thus be cour veyed; but not all the pestilent chills which general society is so officious to unveil. "If Lord Byron had not had a mind with a strong spring of virtue within it, I think that he would have thrown down his spen at some of the attacks he received, and given ti self up to the sensual pleasures of his rank for the remainder of his life. The finer parts of his poems were of such spiritual splendor, and so pure, though passionate, an ele vation, that they ought to have redeemed any parts which were open to doubt from a malevolent construction, and even have eclipsed and rendered unnoticeable many positive faults. Lord Byron's style, like his thoughts, had every vis riety: it did not attempt (as is the common practice) to make poetry by the metaphorical and the figurative; it followed his thoughts, and was a part of them: it did not fatigue itself to render clear by illustration or important by orna. ment, because the thought was clear or important in itself. "I remember, when I first read Cain,' I thought it, as a composition, the most enchanting and irresistible of all Lor Byron's works; and I think so still. Some of the sen ments, taken detachedly, and left unanswered, are no dourt dangerous, and therefore ought not to have been so left, bot the class of readers whom this poet is likely to interest are of so very elevated a cast, and the effect of the poetry is to refine, spiritualize, and illumine the imagination with such a sort of unearthly sublimity, that the mind of these. I am persuaded, will become too strong to incur any tant thus predicted, from the defect which has been so much insisted on."] |