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In the very singular, and, we sus principles of belief on any subject-to pect, very imperfect poem, of which be perpetually haunted by a dread of we are about to give a short account, the soul's mortality, and bewildered Lord Byron has pursued the same among dark and gloomy ideas concerncourse as in the third canto of Childe ing the existence of a First Cause. We Harold, and put out his strength upon cannot do better than let this mysterithe same objects. The action is laid

ous personage speak for himself. In a among the mountains of the Alps conversation, which we find him holdthe characters are all, more or less, ing by the side of a mountain-cataract, formed and swayed by the operations with the “ Witch of the Alps," whom of the magnificent scenery around he raises up by a spell “ beneath the them, and every page of the poem arch of the sun-beam of the torrent,” teems with imagery and passion, we find him thus speaking : though, at the same time, the mind “ Man. Well, though it torture me, 'tis of the poet is often overborne, as it

but the same; were, by the strength and novelty of My Pang shall find a voice. From my its own conceptions; and thus the youth upwards composition, as a whole, is liable to My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men,

Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes; many and fatal objections. But there is a still more novel exhi. The thirst of their ambition was not mine;

The aim of their existence was not mine; bition of Lord Byron's powers in this My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my extraordinary drama. He has here

powers, burst into the world of spirits; and, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the in the wild delight with which the ele form, ments of nature seem to have inspired I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, him, he has endeavoured to embody Nor midst the creatures of clay that guided and callup before him their ministering was there but one who--but of her anon. agents, and to employ these wild Per

I said, with men, and with the thoughts of sonifications, as he formerly employ

men, ed the feelings and passions of man.

I held but slight communion ; but instead, We are not prepared to say, that, in My joy was in the Wilderness, to breathe this daring attempt, he has complete- The difficult air of the iced mountain's top, ly succeeded. We are inclined to Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's think, that the plan he has conceived, wing and the principal Character which he Flit o'er the herbless granite ; or to plunge has wished to delineate, would require On the swift whirl of the new-breaking wave a fuller developement than is here Of river, stream, or ocean, in their flow. given to them; and accordingly, a sense of imperfection, incompleteness, To follow through the night the moving

In these my early strength exulted ; or and confusion, accompanies the mind throughout the perusal of the poem, The stars and their developement; or catch owing either to some failure on the The dazzling lightnings till my eyes grew part of the poet, or to the inherent mystery of the subject. But though Or to look, listning, on the scattered leaves, on that account it is difficult to com

While Autumn winds were at their evening prehend distinctly the drift of the com

song. position, and almost impossible to give For if the beings- of whom I was one,

These were my pastimes, and to be alone; any thing like a distinct account of it, Hating to be so, ---cross'd me in my path, it unquestionably exhibits many noble I felt myself degraded back to them, delineations of mountain scenery, And was all clay again. And then I dived, many impressive and terrible pictures In

my lone wanderings, to the caves of death, of passion,--and many wild and awful Searching its cause in its effect; and drew visions of imaginary horror.

From wither'd bones, and sculls, and heap'd Manfred, whose strange and extra

Conclusions most forbidden. Then I pass'd ordinary sufferings pervade the whole

The nights of years in sciences untaught, drama, is a nobleman who has for

Save in the old time; and with time and toil, many years led a solitary life in his And terrible ordeal, and such penance castle among the Bernese Alps. From As in itself hath power upon the air, early youth he has been a wild mis- And spirits that do compass air and earth, anthrope, and has so perplexed him- Space and the peopled infinite, I made self with his views of human nature, Mine eyes familiar with Eternity.” that he comes at last to have no fixed In another scene of the drama, where


dim ;

up dust,

in ours,

a pious old abbot vainly endeavours Man. say 'tis blood-my blood! the to administer to his troubled spirit the pure warm stream consolations of religion, he still farther Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and illustrates his own character.

When we were in our youth, and had one “ Man. Ay.Father! I have had those

heart, earthly visions

And loved each other as we should not love, And noble aspirations in my youth,

And this was shed; but still it rises up, To make my own the mind of other men,

Colouring the clouds that shut me out from The enlightener of nations ; and to rise

Heaven, I knew not whither it might be to fall ;

Where thou art not-and I shall never be.". But fall, even as the mountain-cataract, He afterwards says: Which having leapt from its more dazzling height,

“ My injuries came down on those who

loved me Even in the foaming strength of its abyss, (Which cast up misty columns, that become On those whom I best loved-I never quelled Clouds raining from the re-ascended skies,)

An enemy save in my just defence, Lies low, but mighty still.-—But this is past,

But my embrace was fatal.” My thoughts mistook themselves.

In the conversation formerly referAbbot. And wherefore so ?

red to with the "Witch of the Alps," Man. I could not tame my nature down; he alludes still darkly to the same for he

event. Must serve who fain would sway-and “ Man. But to my task. I have not sooth.and sue

named to thee, And watch all time and pry into all place Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being, And be a living liem-who would become With whom I wore the chain of human ties; A mighty thing amongst the mean, and such If I had such, they seem'd not such to me The mass are; I disdain to mingle with Yet there was oneA herd, though to be leader--and of wolves. Witch. Spare not thyself-proceed. The lion is alone, and so am I.

Man. She was like me in lineaments_her Abbot. And why not live and act with other eyes, men ?

Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Man. Because my nature was averse from Even of her voice, they said were like to life,

mine, And yet not cruel ; for I would not make But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty ; Bụt find a desolation ;-- like the wind, She had the same lone thoughts and wanThe red-hot breath of the most lone Simoom, derings, Which dwells but in the desert, and sweeps The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind o'er

To comprehend the universe ; nor these The barren sands which bear no shrubs to Alone, but with them gentler powers than blast,

mine, And revels o'er their wild and arid waves, Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not; And seeketh not, so that it is not sought, And tenderness but that I had for her ; But being met is deadly ; such hath been Humility and that I never had. The course of my existence; but there came Her faults were mine her virtues were her Things in my path which are no more." But besides the anguish and pertur. I lov'd her, and destroy'd her!

Witch. bation produced by his fatal scepticism

-With thy hand ?

Man. Not with my hand, but heart, in regard to earth and heaven, vice and

which broke her heart virtue, man and God, -Manfred's soul, It gazed on mine, and wither’d. I have has been stained by one secret and shed dreadful sin, and is bowed down by Blood, but not hers--and yet her blood was the weight of blood. It requires to shed read the drama with more than ordi- I saw--and could not staunch it.” nary attention, to discover the full ima From these, and several other pasa port of those broken, short, and dark sages, it seems that Manfred had conexpressions, by which he half con- ceived a mad and insane passion for his fesses, and half conceals, even from sister, named Astartè,and that she had, himself, the perpetration of this in- in consequence of their mutual guilt, expiable guilt. In a conversation with committed suicide. This is the terrible a chamois-hunter, in his Alpine cota catastrophe which for ever haunts his tage, he thus suddenly breaks out : soul*-drives him into the mountain, “ Man. Away, away! there's blood upon wilderness-and, finally, by the poigthe brim!

nancy of unendurable anguish, forces Will it then never-never sink in the earth ? C. Hun. What dost thou mean? thy See • Sketch of a Tradition related by senses wander from thee.

a Monk in Switzerland,' page 270.



him to seek intercourse with the language of his supernatural beings, Prince of the Air, witches, demons, which is, upon the whole, very wild destinies, spirits, and all the tribes of and spirit-like. From these Powers immaterial existences. From them he requests that they will wring out, he tries to discover those secrets into from the hidden realms, forgetfulness which his reason cannot penetrate. He and self-oblivion. This, we find, is commands them to tell him the myse beyond their power. He then says, tery of the grave. The only being he

“ I hear ever loved has by his means been des. Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds, , troyed. Is all her beauty gone for As music on the waters and ever-annihilated and with it has her The steady aspect of a clear large star, spirit faded into nonentity? or is she But nothing more." lost, miserably lost, and suffering the The spirit of this star (the star of punishment brought on her by his own his nativity) appears in the shape of sin? We believe, that by carrying in a beautiful female figure ; and Manthe mind a knowledge of this one hor- fred exclaims, rid event and along with that, those

Oh God ! if it be thus, and Thou ideas of Manfred's character, which, Art not a madness and a mockery, by the extracts we have given, better I yet might be most happy-I will clasp than any words of our own, the reader thee, may be enabled to acquire the con And we again will be- The figure vanishes. ] duct of the drama, though certainly

My heart is crushed. imperfectly and obscurely managed,

[Manfred falls senseless." may be understood, as well as its chief A voice is then heard singing an inend and object.

cantation and a curse, --stanzas which At the opening of the drama, we were published in the noble Lord's find Manfred alone, at midnight, in a last volume, and full of a wild and Gothic gallery of his castle, in posses- unearthly energy, sion of a mighty spell, by which he In the second scene, Manfred is can master the seven spirits of Earth, standing alone on a cliff on the mighty Ocean, Air, Night, the Mountains, mountain Jungfrau, at sunrise; and the Winds, and the Star of his nati- this is part of his morning soliloquy. vity. These spirits all appear before

-My mother earth! him, and tell him their names and And thou fre:h-breaking Day, and you, ye employment. The Mountain Spirit Mountains, thus speaks :

Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye. “ Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, And thou, the bright eye of the universe,

That They crowned him long ago

openest over all, and unto all On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,

Art a delight-thou shin'st not on my heart." With a diadem of snow.

And you, ye Crags, upon whose extreme Around his waist are forests braced,

edge The Avalanche in his hand;

I stand, and on the torrent's brink beneath But ere it fall, that thundering ball

Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs Must pause for my command.

In dizziness of distance ; when a leap, The Glacier's cold and restless mass

A stir, a motion, even a breath, would bring Moves onward day by day ;

My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed But I am he who bids it pass,

To rest for ever-wherefore do I pause ? Or with its ice delay.

I feel the impulse-yet I do not plunge ; I am the spirit of the place,

I see the peril-yet do not recede; Could make the mountain bow

And my brain reels and yet my foot is And quiver to its caverned base

firm. And what with me wouldst Thou ?

There is a power upon me which withholds The Storm Spirit says, with equal If it be life to wear within myself

And makes it my fatality to live ; energy,

This barrenness of spirit, and to be “ I am the Rider of the Wind,

My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased The Stirrer of the Storm ;

To justify my deeds unto myselfThe hurricane I left behind

The last infirmity of evil. Ay, Is yet with lightning warm.

Thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister, To speed to thee o'er shore and sea

(An eagle passes. I swept upon the blast;

Whose happy flight is highest into heaven, The fleet I met sailed well, and yet Well may'st thou swoop so near me I 'Twill sink ere night be past."

should be These may be considered fair specie Thy prey, and gorge thine eaglets ; thou mens of the general character of the

on Man.

art gone


herd ;

Where the eye cannot follow thee; but thine The first scene of the second act is Yet pierces downward, onward, or above, in the chamois-hunter's cottage, and With a pervading vision. -Beautiful!

with the exception of the few lines How beautiful is all this visible world !

formerly quoted, and some others, it How glorious in its action and itself ! But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, incredibly dull and spiritless; and the

is very unlike Lord Byron, for it is Half dust, half deity, alike unfit

chamois-hunter, contrary to truth, naTo sink or soar, with our mixed essence ture, and reason, is a heavy, stupid, make

elderly man, without


conversation A conflict of its elements, and breathe al talents. The following lines, how ? The breath of degradation and of pride ever, may redeem even a worse scene Contending with low wants and lofty will, than this. Manfred speaks. Till our mortality predominates,

Think'st thou existence doth depend on And men are what they name not to them.

time? selves,

It doth : but actions are our epochs. Mine And trust not to each other. Hark! the note, Have made my days and nights imperish[The shepherd's pipe in the distance is heard.]

able, The natural music of the mountain reed.

Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore, For here the patriarchal days are not Innumerable atoms ; and one desert, A pastoral fable-pipes in the liberal air,

Barren and cold, on which the wild waves Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering


But nothing rests, save carcases and wrecks, My soul would drink those echoes...Oh, Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.”

that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,

Scene second gives us Manfred's A living voice, a breathing harmony,

first interview with the Witch of the A bodiless enjoyment-born and dying Alps, and he pours out his soul to her With the blest tone which made me !" in a strain of very wild and impas

sioned poetry. Her appearance is de He is then, when standing on the scribed in a style different from the toppling cliff, seized with an irresistible rest of the poem, and nothing can be desire to fling himself over, but a cha more beautiful. mois-hunter very opportunely comes “ Man. Beautiful Spirit! with thy hair in, and by force prevents him from ef

of light fecting his purpose. This interven And dazzling eyes of glory, in whose form tion is, we think, altogether absurd. The charms of Earth's least-mortal daugh-, They descend from the cliff quietly to an unearthly stature,

in an essence together; and so the scene, very dully of purer elements ; while the hues of and unnaturally, comes to a conclu

youthsion.-It has been remarked of suia Carnation'd like a sleeping infant's cheek, cides, that if they are hindered from Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart, committing the crime in the very mode Or the rose-tints which summer's twilight which they have determined upon,

leaves the strong desire of death may conė Upon the lofty glacier's virgin snow, tinue upon them, and yet the miser. The blush of earth embracing with her


} able beings have no power to adopt a different scheme of destruction.


Tinge thy celestial aspect, and make tame

The beauties of the sunbow which bends therefore, Manfred had been suddenly o'er thee. forced away from cliff and precipice, we Beautiful Spirit ! in thy calm clear brow, can suppose that he might, in another Wherein is glass'd serenity of soul, scene, have forborne his suicidal in- Which of itself shows immortality, tentions; but it seems most unnatural, I read that thou wilt pardon to a son that he shall continue to descend cau

Of Earth, whom the abstruser powers permit tiously the very rocks over which he At times to commune with them if that he bad a moment before determined to

Avail him of his spells to call thee thus,

And gaze on thee a moment. fling himself, accept of assistance from

The Witch, however, cannot do any the chamois-hunter, and exhibit every thing

for him, and is commanded tơ symptom of a person afraid of losing vanish, and the scene ends with a sohis footing, and tumbling down the

liloquy. In this he says crags. Besides, Manfred was not an

*** I have one resource ordinary character ; and this extreme Still in my science I can call the dead, irresolution, after he had worked him. And ask them what it is we dread to be 1 self up to frenzy, is wholly inconsist- The sternest answer can but be the grave, ent with his nature.

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In scene third, which is again on of them; and there follows a scene of the summit of the Jungfrau moun a wild and wailing pathos, in which tain, Manfred does not appear at all, the misery and despair of Manfred but it is wholly occupied by the Des- bursts forth in the most impassioned tinies and Nemesis. These very aw- exclamations, fearfully contrasted with ful abstractions exult together over the the fixed and mortal silence of the miseries and madness of the world; ghost. and one of them, sings either a trium Man.

_" Thou lovedst me phal song upon Buonaparte's return Too much, as I loved thee; we were not from Elba, and the bloody field of

'made Waterloo-or a prophetic strain on

To torture thus each other, though it were his destined escape from St Helena, The deadliest sin to love as we have loved. and the rivers of blood which are yet This punishment for both that thou wilt be

Say that thou loath'st me not that I do bear to overflow France. His Lordship's One of the blessed and that I shall die, imagination seems to be possessed

by Por hitherto all hateful things conspire this throne-shattering emperor.

The To bind me in existence ; in a life following passage is a specimen of the Which makes me shrink from immortality song in which the Destinies express A future like the past. I cannot rest, themselves.

I know not what I ask, nor what I seek: “ First Destiny.

I feel but what thou art, and what I am ; The moon is rising broad, and round, And I would hear yet once before I perish, and bright ;

The voice which was my music-Speak to And here on snows, where never human foot

me ! Of common mortal trod, we nightly tread,

For I have called on thee in the still night, And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea,

Startled the slumbering birds from the hushThe glassy ocean of the mountain ice,

ed boughs, We skim its rugged breakers, which put on And woke the mountain wolves, and made The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,

the caves Frozen in a moment å dead whirlpool's Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name, image ;

Which answered me; many things answerAnd this most steep fantastic pinnacle,

ed me The fretwork of some earthquake-where

Spirits and men-but thou wert silent all. the clouds

Yet speak to me! I have outwatched the stars, Pause to repose themselves in passing by- And gazed o'er Heaven in vain in search of Is sacred to our revels, or our vigils.”

thee! Nemesis utters a higher strain.

Speak to me! I have wandered o'er the earth

And never found thy likeness. Speak to me! Nem. “ I was detained repairing shattered Look on the fiends around; they feel for me; thrones.

I fear them not, and feel for thee alone ; Marrying fools, restoring dynasties, Speak to me! though it be in wrath ; but Avenging men upon their enemies,

say, And making them repent their own revenge, I reck not what; but let me hear thee once ; Goading the wise to inadness ; from the dull This once once more ! Shaping out oracles to rule the world

Phantom of Astartè. Manfred ! Afresh, for they were waxing out of date, Man.

Say on, say on; And mortals dared to ponder for themselves, I live but in the sound; it is thy voice ! To weigh kings in the balance, and to speak Phan. Manfred ! To-morrow ends thine Of freedom, the forbidden fruit.-Away!

earthly ills ; We have outstaid the hour-mount we our Farewell ! clouds ?”

Man. Yet one word more ; am I forgiven? In scene fourth, we are introduced Phan. Farewell ! into the hall of Arimanes, Prince of Man. Say, shall we meet again ? Earth and Air, who is sitting, sur

Pha, Farewell ! rounded by the Spirits, on his throne,

Man. One word for mercy! Say, thou

lovest me. a globe of fire. The seven spirits

Plean. Manfred !” chant a wild song in his praise-the

[ The Spirit of Astartè disappears. Destinies and Nemesis join in the glorification; and meanwhile Manfred

There is nothing very striking in the enters, unappalled by the threatening that conversation between Manfred and

first scenes of the last act, excepting visages of this dread assemblage. Nemesis asks,

the Abbot, of which we have already “ Whom wouldst thou

quoted a part. In that scene it seems Uncharnel ?

to us that the moral purpose of the Man. One without a tomb-call up drama appears--the explanation, as it Astartè."

were of all Manfred's misery, wickedAt the invocation of a spirit, her ness, and delusion. The Abbot offers phantom rises and stands in the midst him that which alone can save the

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