proveth things by-which by a pretty surprising uncouthness in conceit or expression doth affect and amuse the fancy, stirring in it some wonder, and breeding some delight thereto. It raiseth admiration, as signifying a nimble sagacity of apprehension, a special felicity of invention, a vivacity of spirit and reach of wit more than vulgar. It seemeth to argue a rare quickness of parts that one can fetch in remote conceits applicable; a notable skill, that he can dexterously accommodate them to the purpose before him; together with a lively briskness of humor, not apt to damp those sportful flashes of imagination. Whence in Aristotle such persons are termed epidexioi, dexterous men; and eutropoi, men of facile or versatile manners, who can easily turn themselves to all things, or turn all things to themselves. It also procureth delight, by gratifying curiosity with its rareness or semblance of difficulty; as monsters, not for their beauty, but their rarity; as juggling tricks, not for their use, but their abstruseness, are beheld with pleasure, by diverting the mind from its road of serious thoughts; by instilling gayety and airiness of spirit; by provoking to such dispositions of spirit in way of emulation or complaisance; and by seasoning matters, otherwise distasteful or insipid, with an unusual and thence grateful tang. JOHN DRYDEN. John Dryden was born in 1631, and was educated at Westminster, and afterwards at Cambridge. He wrote some of his noblest verses on the death of Cromwell, but, after the Restoration, was a flatterer of the court of Charles II. Bred a Protestant, he became a Catholic upon the accession of James II, Whether these changes were sincere may well be doubted. It is with his works, however, that we have chiefly to do, and those who have little regard for him as a man must admit his claims to a very high place among authors. His first success was as a dramatist, but his plays no longer interest the public; they were written to suit an age of unbridled license. Absalom and Achitophel, a political satire, gained him unbounded applause. Religio Laici was written in favor of the Established Church against the Dissenters. The Hind and Panther is a defence of his conversion to the Roman Catholic Church-a conversion that followed the renewal of his pension as poetlaureate by James. After the revolution of 1688, Dryden gave to the world. among other translations, his unsatisfactory one of Virgil, showing almost all the traits which the Mantuan poet had not. His highest achievement is the ode, Alexander's Feast, which follows. He was lord paramount of the writers of his day, receiving and exacting homage from all. Lacking wholly the finer qualities of a poet, sensibility, truth, imagination, and refinement, he had at command a copious and splendid diction, a sense of stately melody, great power of thought, a ready tact, and a talent for satirical invective that a modern platform orator might envy. It will be noticed that he is almost the only one of the many royalist authors who gained anything by "crooking the pregnant hinges of the knee" to the monarch whose "happy and glorious restoration" they sang. His complete poems are in cluded in Professor Child's edition of British Poets. For a very learned and interesting review of his life and works (somewhat too favorable), see Professor Lowell's "Among My Books," ALEXANDER'S FEAST. 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won By Philip's warlike son — Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne; His valiant peers were placed around, The lovely Thais by his side Sat, like a blooming Eastern bride, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair! Timotheus, placed on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touched the lyre: The song began from Jove, When he to fair Olympia pressed; Then round her slender waist he curled, And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. A present deity, they shout around; And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; Soft pity to infuse; He sung Darius great and good, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, The various turns of chance below; The mighty master smiled to see 'Twas but a kindred sound to move, Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, If the world be worth thy winning, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So love was crowned, but music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise; See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, And glittering temples of their hostile gods. And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thaïs led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown: He raised a mortal to the skies; ON MILTON. THREE poets, in three distant ages born, |