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« Each hero's armour is distained with gore;
Wildly they rage, and round the stony floor,
Salernum's guards. on every side are slain...
Their hopeless chief, with wound that bursts again,
Leans o'er the battlements, and goaded there
By Guilt's Archangel, plunges into air,
And seeks the bosom of the flood below.
Dashed on the jutting bridge with dreadful blow,
Falls the foul corse ... while Charles, in happy hour,
Rears the triumphant Cross above the tower."
Vol. II. P. 2694 In the twenty-second Canto ensue the single combats of the Paladins. Soort after these, Charles is wounded by the spear of Ormez, but the blow is followed with no danger to his life. Ormez during the night complains of his ill fortune to his deity. The follo:ving magnificent stanzes are worthy of Mr. Hodgson.
“ Thus his foul god in execrable prayer
The Druid calls, and shakes the shuddering air
To scourge his crimes, the Eternal hand has given
Free passage to the enemy
Uprose the homicide Colossus, bright
In brazen mail, and horrible to sight,
As the blood-idol in his Saxon wood!
Before his trembling priest confoss'd he stood....
* That hand indeed has spared no blood for me....
Ormez, I hear..behold thy Deity !
"My breath inspired three, when at Rodmir's side
To yonder shrine thy fury was the guide;
I stalked before thee through the dying band,
And the first torch.. I gave it to thy hand!
Keep'st thou my laws ?..within the blazing fane,
Bay, didst thou lead thy sanguinary train,
And raze that altar of the God I hate?
This is my will..on this depends thy fate..
Still, still, it stands! forgetful here alone
Thou fail'st, or conquest had been all thine own.
« Sunk into shade, the giant form is gone..
With beating heart, and eye still gazing on,
A threatening shout the Druid pours aloud !
Through all the midnight camp the startled crowd
Believe they hear the signal for the fight..
With many a lifted axe,
and torch's light,
Irmensul's soldiers arm their daring hands..
Rodmir around him holds his guardian bands ;
The rest with impious clamour rend the skies,
And follow Ormez where his fury flies." Vol. II. P. 293.
The Pagan army reach the church of St. Peter, part of which
is laid desolate, the conflagration becomes general, and now
Ormez in the heat of sacrilegious fury approaches the shrine of
St. Peter. If the eos dio ungevons could be delivered from
the objections which we have already stated to attend its intro-
duction, it would be in the following most animated and awful
" A golden glory with portentous ray
Shot o'er the dome a brilliant stream of day;
Untouched, triumphant, in the central shrine
Glowed the pure altar with the light divine!
There hallowed Sion's far-famed columns grace
With radiant shaft the venerable place;
Up the dread roof their marble windings grow,
And shade the precious crucifix below;
So stands revealed the blest apostle's tomb,
To Hell, and Ormez, clothed in all their gloom,
«. Irmensui's soldiers feel their courage die....
They dare not touch the ark of the Most High.
Slaves,' said the priest, what dread is this ye feel,
Chilling your rage, extinguishing your zeal?
this bronze inanimate? this ring
Of fire ?... a vain and visionary thing!
Behold the shrine of Christ ! by whom undone,
Falls the lost power of Saxon and of Hun:
Race of the North, avenge your injured land,
Follow my guidance, strike with willing hand!
* He speaks.... leaps down, and maddening, rushes ong
Where radiant round the golden glory shone.
Full on the shrine he hurls his faming brand,
And strikes the Saint of Saints with impious hand ?
The bražen axe re-echoes as it falls. •
Rolling at once around the shadowy walls,
Aerial thunders burst in vollies dread,
Launched o'er this new Abiron's guilty head.
Firm stands the shrine..the raging whirlwind grows
The living God is there..and strikes his foes!
“With long reverberating crash below,
Through the deep vaults the peals tremendous go :
The shaken temple’s vast foundations rock
Beneath their feet..break up with awful shock,
And bury half the host!..with phrenzied cry,
Far from the storm the pale survivors ily;
And, scattering terror through their kindred ranks,
Announce the avenging God who rules the Franks.
Wretches ! this gulf, and mighty tomb, foretell
The eternal gulf, the unbounded tomb of Hell.”'
Vol. II. P. 298. We pass over the passage of Charles through the catacombs ; the narrative of the civil war in Aquitania, and its fortunate result in the flight of the Moors, the death of Theodobert, and the return of the Aquitanians to their allegiance. The camp of Charlemagne is surprised, a desperate conflict ensues, in which Egbert, the Heptarch, bears a triumphant part: assistance is again vouchsafed from Heaven to Charles.
" He spoke..and to the ranks, where carnage grew,
Eager, at once, the Christian monarch flevt.
No shield, no arms, defend his weakened frame,
But courage, zeal, and faith, his heart inflame.
-A radiant cloud, a glorious veil of light
Bursts out immediate on his dazzled sight!
His wound a viewless aspiration heals...
The monarch shouts! the touch divine he feels..
While, raised above the energies of man,
An unknown vigour throagh his bosom ran...
« • King of the Franks!' exclaimed the heavenly voice,
* Thine is the recompense of faith! rejoice!
God to its end his promised vengeance brings ..
SÉE, COMBAT, TRIUMPH, FOR THE KING OF KINGS."
Asunder torn at this tremendous sound,
The cloud discovers, from its breast profound,
War's dread Archangel, in the azure field
Of air, outstretched on high..a monstrous shield
On his left arm the holy town o'erspread,
And his vast spear waved o'er the Pagan's heada
« Even from the sacred ramparts to the hills
The sky that buckler's brilliant circle fills.
In words of fire, upon the brazen plain,
Shine 6 CYRUS, CONSTANTINE, AND...CHARLEMAGNE !"
The gazing monarch, rapt in holy trance,
Seizes his sword, springs forward in advance,
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And cheers the Christian host...celestial'awe
O’erwhelmed the shuddering Pagans as they saw..
An universal horror and despair...
On his pale brow rose Rodmir's bristling hair!
His soldiers Ay...he calls thent to the fight..
Trembles himself, and, trembling turns to flight."
Vol. II. P. 364.
This is perhaps the most sublime and striking image in the whole Poem, and does. equal credit to the invention of the Poet and the language of the translator. The whole Lombard army are either destroyed or put to flight. Armelia dies in the battle, while rushing in despair upon the christian line. Rodmir perislies in the ruins of St. Peter's. The triumph of victory folloirs, and the Poem concludes with the meeting of the Pontiff and his deliverer Charlemagne.
We have thus given a faint outline of the conduct of this extraordinary Poem, which we are assured will fully justify in the opinion of our readers the criticism which we passed upon it in our last Number.
To Dr. Butler and Mr. Hodgson the highest obligations are due from Lucien for the masterly manner in which they have both executed their arduous task. They have added an interest to the Poem which it never possessed before, particularly to the English reader; and we have no hesitation in saying, that so far from losing a single beauty in the translation, it reads infinitely better in its borrowed, than in its original dress. To the French Poem indeed we should be almost inclined to apply the epigram of a French wit (Menage we believe) upon the Pucelle of Chapelain.
Iila Capellani dudum expectata puella
Tandem post longo tempore prodit anuss
The enthusiastic rapture which announced its approach is lost
in the stillness of the most provoking indifference, from which
nothing but the animation, the elegance, and the classical lan-
guage of the translation can redeem it.
Our readers will perceive that the six first Cantos are for a
very obvious reason inferior to the rest of the work. It is not
till he marches onwards unfettered by the relics of an able friend
that Dr. Butler appears in full strength. To draw any com-
parison between his co-adjutor and himself would be almost su-
perfluous, as they both appear to have been inspired with the
same views, and to have proceeded in their mighty task pari
passu. Their styles indeed are not so different, but that the
translation might to any one, who was unacquainted with the
history of the co-partnership, appear the work of the same
kand. Mr. Hodgson perhaps inay be considered as exhibiting
the more uniform flow of poetic animation, while Dr. Butler, without his general sustainment, proves himself fully equal in detached passages. Both are deserving of the crown of victory, and were we called upon to decide upon whose head the bay'. should rest, we could only exclaim
Et cantare pares et respondere parati.
Art. VII. A Charge delivered to the Clergy of the Arch
deaconry of London, at the Primary Visitation. By J. Holden Pött, M. A. Archdeacon of London. 4to. 36 pp.
Rivingtons. 1815. Few
appointments have given greater satisfaction to that most respectable and exemplary, body, the Clergy of London, than the promotion of the worthy author of this Charge to the im. portant station which he now holds. We consider it as fortunate for the Church, when Archdeaconries of so much weight and consequence are entrusted to those who are qualified by ecclesiastical experience to direct, and by their temperance to conciliate the Clergy who are committed to their care.
The worthy Archdeacon calls the attention of his Clergy to the state of tlie Church in former periods of our English history, and to a review of those venerable characters, who, in former times, have filled the stations which they now occupy.
It is not an uncommon cry with a certain party in the Church, that the faith of the Reformation are to be zealously contended for, and its leading features accurately preserved; inti-, inating at the same time, in pretty plain terms, that they alone among the Clergy preach its doctrines, and maintain its chaa racter and spirit. To such the following judicious observatious are exceedingly applicable, both to regulate their meal and to increase their candour.
" In paying due respect to the modes of teaching, writing, and discoursing, which were practised at that period, our first care I think should be to strive to profit with each bright ex., ample, but to avoid an injudicious application of the pattern. The circumstances and occasions which gave the chief direction, and communicated the decisive turn to the thoughts and studies of men in those times, are much to be observed. The circle into, which they were led was not altogether that to which their choice, would have disposed them. The course which they took was that which the calls and exigencies of their day suggested. It was @ 2