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ries of witches, or the fables of Greece and Rome. But there are those who deem it profaneness and irreverence to call an ape an ape, if it but wear a monk's cowl on its head ; and I would rather reason with this weakness than offend it.

The passage from Jeremy Taylor to which I referred, is found in his second Sermon on Christ's Advent to Judy. ment; which is likewise the second in his year's course of

Among many remarkable passages of the same character in those discourses, I have selected this as the most so: “ But when this Lion of the tribe of Judah shall appear, then Justice shall strike, and Mercy shall not hold her hands; she shall strike sore strokes, and Pity shall not break the blow. As there are treasures of good things, so hath God a treasure of wrath and fury, and scourges and scorpions; and then shall be produced the shame of lust and the malice of envy, and the groans of the oppressed, and the persecutions of the saints, and the cares of covetousness and the troubles of ambition, and the insolence of traitors, and the violence of rebels, and the rage of anger, and the uneasiness of impatience, and the restlessness of unlawful desires; and by this time the mousters and diseases will be numerous and intolerable, when God's heavy hand shall press the sanies and the intolerableness, the obliquity and the unreasonableness, the amazement and the disorder, the smart and the sorrow, the guilt and the punishment, out from all our sins, and pour them into oue chalice, and mingle them with an infinite wrath, and make the wicked drink off all the vengeance, and force it down their unwilling throats with the violence of devils and accursed spirits."

That this Tartarean drench displays the imagination rather than the discretion of the compounder; that, in short, this passage and others of the same kind are in a bad taste, few will deny at the present day. It would, doubtless, have more behoved the good bishop not to be wise beyond what is written on a subject in which Eternity is opposed to Time, and a death threatened, not the Negative, but the positive Opposite of Life; a subject, therefore, which must of necessity be indescribable to the human understanding in our present state. But I can neither find nor believe, that it ever occurred to any reader to ground ou

And then :

“Fair dame! a visionary wight,
Hard by your hill-side mansion sparkling white,
His thoughts all hovering round the Muses' home,
Long hath it been your poet's wont to roam,
And many a morn, on his becharmed sense
So rich a stream of music issued thence
He deemed himself, as it flowed warbling on,
Beside the vocal fount of Helicon!
But when, as if to settle the concern,
A nymph too he beheld, in many a turn,
Guiding the sweet ril) from its fontal urn,-
Say, can you blame ?-No! none that saw and

heard
Could blame a bard, that he, thus inly stirred,
A muse beholding in each fervent trait,
Took Mary — for Polly Hymnia!
Or haply as there stood beside the maid
One loftier form in sable stole arrayed,
If with regretful thought he hailed in thee

his long lost friend, Mol Pomene !
But most of you, soft warblings, I complain !
'Twas

ye

that from the bee-hive of my brain Lured the wild fancies forth, a freakish rout, And witched the air with dreams turned inside out.

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and ear,

Thus all conspired-each power of

eye And this gay month, th’ enchantress of the year, To cheat poor me (no conjuror, God wot !) And 's self accomplice in the plot. Can

then wonder if I went astray? you Not bards alone, nor lovers mad as they ;All nature day-dreams in the month of May.

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careful re-perusal could discover, any other meaning, either in Milton or Taylor, but that good men will be rewarded, and the impenitent wicked punished, in proportion to their dispositions and intentional acts in this life ; and that if the punishment of the least wicked be fearful beyond couception, all words and descriptions must be so far true, that they must fall short of the punishment that awaits the transcendently wicked: Had Milton stated either his ideal of virtue, or of depravity, as an individual or individuals actually existing ? Certainly not. Is this representation worded historically, or only hypothetically? Assuredly the latter. Does he express it as his own wish, that after death they should suffer these tortures ? or as a general consequence, deduced from reason and revelation, that such will be their fate? Again, the latter only. His wish is expressly confined to a speedy stop being put by Providence to their power of inflicting misery on others. But did he name or refer to any persons living or dead? No. But the calumniators of Milton dare say (for what will calumny not dare say ?) that he had Laud and Strafford in his mind, while writing of remorseless persecution, and the enslavement of a free country, from motives of selfish ambition. Now, what if a stern anti-prelatist should dare say, that in speaking of the insolencies of traitors and the violence of rebels, Bishop Taylor must have individualized in his mind Hampden, Hollis, Pym, Fairfax, Ireton, and Milton ? And what if he should take the liberty of concluding, that, in the after description, the Bishop was feeding and feasting his party-hatred, and with those individuals before the eyes of his imagination enjoying, trait by trait, horror after horror, the picture of their intolerable agonies ? Yet this bigot would have an equal right thus to criminate the one good and great man, as these men have to criminate the other. Milton has said, and I doubt not but that Taylor with equal truth could have said it, “ that in his whole life he never spake against a man even that his skin should be grazed." He asserted this when one of his opponents (either Bishop Hall or his nephew) had called upon the women and children in the streets to take up stones and stone him (Milton). It is known that Milton repeatedly used his interest to pro. tect the royalists; but even at a time when all lies would

ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE

SAME CITY.
AS I am a rhymer,

And now at least a merry one,
Mr. Mum's Rhudesheimer
And the church of St. Geryon
Are the two things alone

That deserve to be known
In the body and soul-stinking town of Cologne.

WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. PARRY seeks the polar ridge ;

Rhymes seeks S. T. Coleridge, Author of works, whereof-tho' not in DutchThe public little knows-the publisher too much.

Τ Ο Τ Η Ε

AUTHOR OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.

YOUR poem must eternal be,

Dear Sir! it cannot fail !
For 'tis incomprehensible,

And without head or tail.

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