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meet with pardon for it, since it is visibly intended | Who heav'd the mountain, which sublimely stands, to show the great submission and respect with which And casts its shadow into distant lands? I am,
“Who, stretching forth his sceptre o'er the deep, my lord,
Can that wide world in due subjection keep? your lordship's most obedient
I broke the globe, I scoop'd its hollow side, and most humble servant, And did a bason for the floods provide;
I chain’d them with my word; the boiling sea,
Work'd up in tempests, hears my great decree ; Turice happy Job long liv'd in regal state,
• Thus far, thy floating tide shall be convey'd ; Nor saw the sumptuous East a prince so great ;
And here, O main, be thy proud billows stay'd. 70 Whose worldly stores in such abundance flow'd,
“Hast thou explor'd the secrets of the deep, Whose heart with such exalted virtue glow'd.
Where, shut from use, unnumber'd treasures sleep? At length misfortunes take their turn to reign,
Where, down a thousand fathoms from the day, And ills on ills succeed! a dreadful train!
Springs the great fountain, mother of the sea ? What now but deaths, and poverty, and wrong,
Those gloomy paths did thy bold foot e'er tread, The sword wide-wasting, the reproachful tongue,
Whole worlds of waters rolling o'er thy head ? And spotted plagues, that mark'd his limbs all o'er
“ Hath the cleft centre open'd wide to thee? So thick with pains, they wanted room for more! 10 Death's inmost chambers didst thou ever see ? A change so sad what mortal here could bear?
E'er knock at his tremendous gate, and wade Exhausted woe had left him dought to fear;
To the black portal through th' incumbentshade? 80 But gave him all to grief. Low earth he press'd,
Deep are those shades; but shades still deeper hide Wept in the dust, and sorely smote his breast.
My counsels from the ken of human pride. His friends around the deep affliction mourn'd,
"Where dwells the light? In what refulgent dome? Felt all his pangs, and groan for groan return'd;
And where has darkness made her dismal home? In anguish of their hearts their mantles rent, Thou know'st, no doubt, since thy large heart is And seven long days in solemn silence spent!
fraught A debt of reverence to distress so great!
With ripend wisdom, through long ages brought; Then Jos contain'd no more; but curs'd his fate.
Since Nature was call'd forth when thou wast by, His day of birth, its inauspicious light, 20
And into being rose beneath thine eye! He wishes sunk in shades of endless night,
“ Are mists begotten ? Who their father knew? And blotted from the year; nor fears to crave
From whom descend the pearly drops of dew? 90 Death, instant death; impatient for the grave,
To bind the stream by night, what hand can boast, That seat of peace, that mansion of repose,
Or whiten morning with the hoary frost > Where rest and mortals are no longer foes ;
Whose powerful breath, from northern regions blown, Where counsellors are hush’d, and mighty kings
Touches the sea, and turns it iuto stone? (0 happy turn !) no more are wretched things.
A sudden desert spreads o'er realms defac'd, His words were daring, and displeas'd his friends; And lays one half of the creation waste ? His conduct they reprove, and he defends; 30
“Thou know'st me not; thy blindness cannot see And now they kindled into warm debate,
How vast a distance parts thy God from thee. And sentiments oppos'd with equal heat ;
Canst thou in whirlwinds mount aloft ? Canst thou Fix'd in opinion, both refuse to yield,
In clouds and darkness wrap thy awful brow; 100 And summon all their reason to the field :
And, when day triumphs in meridian light, So high at length their arguments were wrought,
Put forth thy hand, and shade the world with night? They reach'd the last extent of human thought:
“Who lanch'd the clouds in air, and bid them roll A pause ensued.--When, lo! Heaven interpos'd,
Suspended seas aloft, from pole to pole? And awfully the long contention clos'd.
Who can refresh the burning sandy plain, Full o'er their heads, with terrible surprise,
And quench the summer with a waste of rain ? A sudden whirlwind blackend all the skies :
Who, in rough deserts far from human toil, (They saw, and trembled !) from the darkness broke Made rocks bring forth, and desolation smile? À dreadful voice, and thus th' Almighty spoke :
There blooms the rose, where human face ne'er shone,
110 “Who gives his tongue a loose so bold and vain, And spreads its beauties to the Sun alone. Censures my conduct, and reproves my reign;
“To check the shower, who lifts his hand on high, Lifts up his thought against me from the dust,
And shuts the sluices of th' exhausted sky, And tells the World's Creator what is just ?
When Earth no longer mourns her gaping veins, Of late so brave, now lift a dauntless eye,
Her naked mountains, and her russet plains; Face my demand, and give it a reply :
But, new in life, a cheerful prospect yields Where didst thou dwell at Nature's early birth?
Of shining rivers, and of verdant fields ; Who laid foundations for the spacious Earth? 50 When groves and forests lavish all their bloom, Who on its surface did extend the line,
And Earth and Heaven are fill'd with rich perfume? Its form determine, and its bulk confine ?
“ Hast thou e'er scald my wintry skies, and seen Who fix'd the corner-stone? What hand, declare, of hail and snows my northern magazine
120 Hung it on nought, and fasten'd it on air ;
These the dread treasures of mine anger are, When the bright morning-stars in concert sung,
My funds of vengeance for the day of war, When Heaven's high arch with loud hosannahs When clouds rain death, and storms at my comrung,
mand When shouting sons of God the triumph crown'd, Rage through the world, or waste a guilty land. And the wide concave thunder'd with the sound ?
" Who taught the rapid winds to fly so fast, Earth's numerous kingdoms, hast thou view'd
Or shakes the centre with his eastern blast ? them all ?
Who from the skies can a whole deluge pour ? And can thy span of knowledge grasp the ball ? 60 Who strikes through Nature with the solemn roar
of dreadful thunder, points it where to fall, “ Who in the stupid ostrich has subdued
While far she flies, her scatter'd eggs are found, Falls at the sound, and in the flash expires. Without an owner, on the sandy ground;
“Who drew the comet out to such a size, Cast out on fortune, they at mercy lie, And pour'd his flaming train o'er half the skies? And borrow life from an indulgent sky: Did thy resentment hang him out? Does he Adopted by the Sun, in blaze of day, Glare on the nation, and denounce, from thee? They ripen under his prolific ray.
“Who on low Earth can moderate the rein, Unmindful she, that some unhappy tread That guides the stars along th' ethereal plain? May crush her young in their neglected bed. Appoint their seasons, and direct their course, What time she skims along the tield with speed, Their lastre brighten, and supply their force ? 140 She scorns the rider, and pursuing steed. Canst thou the skies' benevolence restrain,
“How rich the peacock ! what bright glories run And cause the Pleiades to shine in vain;
From plume to plume, and vary in the Sup! Or, when Orion sparkles from his sphere,
He proudly spreads them to the golden ray, 210 Thaw the cold season, and unbind the year; Gives all bis colours, and adorns the day; Bid Mazzaroth his destin'd station know,
With conscious state the spacious round displays, And teach the bright Arctnrus where to glow ? And slowly moves amid the waving blaze. Mine is the night, with all her stars; I pour
“Who taught the hawk to find, in seasons wise, Myriads, and myriads I reserve in store.
Perpetual summer, and a change of skies? "Dost thou pronounce where day-light shall be When clouds deform the year, she mounts the wind, born,
Shoots to the south, nor fears the storm bebind; And draw the purple curtain of the morn; 150 The Sun returning, she returns again, Awake the Sun, and bid him corne away,
Lives in his beams, and leaves ill days to men. And glad thy world with his obsequious ray ? “Though strong the hawk, though practis'd well Hast thou, enthron'd in flaming glory, driven
" Who did the soul with her rich powers invest, Did thy command her yellow pinion lift And light ap reason in the human breast ?
So high in air, and set her on the clift, To shine, with fresh increase of lustre bright, Where far above thy world she dwells alone, When stars and Sun are set in endless night? 160 And proudly makes the strength of rucks her own; To these my various questions make reply.” Thence wide o'er Nature takes ber dread survey, 'Th' Almighty spoke; and, speaking, shook the sky. And with a glance predestinates her prey ?
What then, i haldæan sire, was thy surprise! She feasts her young with blood; and, hørering Thus thou, with trembling heart and down-cast o'er eres :
Th’unsiaughter'd host, enjoys the promis'd gore. 230 "Once and again, which I in groans deplore, “Know'st thou how many moons, by me assiga'd, My tongue has err'd; but shall presume no more. Roll o'er the mountain goat, and forest hind, My voice is in eternal silence bound,
Wbile pregnant they a mother's load sustain ? And all my soul falls prostrate to the ground.” They bend in auguish, and cast forth their pain.
He ceas'd: when, lo! again th’Almighty spoke; Hale are their young, from human frailties freed; The same dread voice from the black whirlwind Walk unsustain'd, and unassisted feed; broke,
170 They live at once; forsake the dam's warm side; “ Can that arm measure with an arm divine? Take the wide world, with Nature for their guide; And canst thou thunder with a voice like mine; Bound o'er the lawn, or seek the distant glade ; Or in the bollow of thy hand contain
And find a home in each delightful shade. The bulk of waters, the wide-spreading main, “Will the tall reem, which knows no Lord but me, When, mad with tempests, all the billows rise Low at the crib, and ask an alms of thee? In all their rage, and dash the distant skies? Submit his unworn shoulder to the yoke,
“ Come forth, in beauty's excellence array'd; Break the stiff clod, andi o'er thy furrow smoke? And be the grandeur of thy power display'd; Since great his strength, go trust him, void of care; Put on omnipotence, and, frowning, make
Lay on bis neck the tuil of all the year;
And cast his load among thy gather'd stores.
“ Didst thou from service the wild-ass discharge, And crumble them to dust. When this is done, And break his bonds, and bid him live at large, 250 1 grant thy safety lodg'd in thee alone;
Through the wide waste, his ample mansion, roam, Of thee thou art, and mayst undaunted stand And lose himself in his unbounded home? Behind the buckler of thine own right-hand. By Nature's hand magnificently fed,
« Fond man! the vision of a moment made! His meal is on the range of mountains spread; Dream of a dream ! and shadow of a shade! As in pure air aloft he bounds along, What worlds hast thou produc'd, what creatures He sees in distant smoke the city throng; fram'd;
Conscious of freedom, scorns the smother'd train, What insects cherish'd, that thy God is blam'd ? 190 The threatening driver, and the servile rein. When pain'd with hunger, the wild raven's brood “Survey the warlike horse ! didst thou invest Loud calls on God, importunate for food :
With thunder his robust distended chest ? 260 Who hears their cry, who grants their hoarse request, No sense of fear his dauntless soul allays; And stills the clamour of the craving nest? 'Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze ;
To paw the vale he proudly takes delight,
Or the debating merchants share the prey, And triumphs in the fulness of his might;
And various limbs to various marts convey? High rais'd he snuffs the battle from afar, | Through his firm skull what steel its way can win? And burns to plunge amid the raging war;
What forceful engine can subdue his skin? And mocks at death, and throws his foam around, Fly far, and live; tempt not his matchless might: And in a storm of fury shakes the ground.
The bravest shrink to cowards in his sight; How does his firm, his rising heart advance
The rashest dare not rouse him up : Who then Full on the brandish'd sword, and shaken lance ; 270 Shall turn on me, among the sons of men ? 340 While his fix'd eye-balls meet the dazzling shield, “ Am I a debtor? Hast thou ever heard Gaze, and return the lightning of the field ! Whence come the gifts that are on me conferr'd ? He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, My lavish fruit a thousand valleys fills, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in bis side; And mine the herds that graze a thousand hills: But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast | Earth, sea, and air, all Natare is my own ; Till death; and when he groans, he groans his last. And stars and Sun are dust beneath my throne. “ But, fiercer still, the lordly lion stalks,
And dar'st thou with the World's great Father vie, Grimly majestic in his lonely walks ;
Tbou, who dost tremble at my creature's eye? When round he glares, all living creatures fly; "At full my large leviathan shall rise, He clears the desert with his rolling eye. 280 Boast all his strength, and spread his wondrous size. Say, mortal, does he rouse at thy command, Who, great in arms, e'er stripp'd his shining mail, And roar to thee, and live upon thy hand ?
Or crown'd his triumph with a single scale ? Dost thou for him in forests bend thy bow,
Whose heart sustains him to draw near? Behold. And to his gloomy den the morsel throw,
Destruction yawns; his spacious jaws unfold, Where bent on death lie hid his tawny brood, And marshal'd round the wide expanse, disclose And, couch'd in dreadfui ambush, pant for blood; Teeth edy'd with death, and crowding rows on rows: Or, stretch'd on broken limbs, consume the day, What hideous fangs on either side arise ! In darkness wrapt, and slumber o'er their prey? And what a deep abyss between them lies! By the pale Moon they take their destin'd round, Mete with thy lance, and with thy plummet sound, And lashtheir sides, and furious tear the ground. 290 The one how long, the other how profound. 360 Now shrieks and dying groans the desert fill; His bulk is charg'd with such a furious soul, They rage, they rend; their ravenous jaws distil That clouds of smoke from his spread nostrils roll, With crimson foam ; and, when the banquet's o'er, As from a furnace; and, when rous'd his ire, They stride away, and paint their steps with gore; Fate issues from his jaws in streams of fire. In fiight alone the shepherd puts his trust,
The rage of tempests, and the roar of seas, And shudders at the talon in the dust.
Thy terrour, this thy great superior please ; “Mild is my behemoth, though large his frame; Strength on his ample shoulder sits in state; Smooth is his temper, and represt his flame, His well-join'd limbs are dreadfully complete; While unprovok'd. This native of the flood
His flakes of solid flesh are slow to part; Lifts his broad foot, and puts ashore for food; 300 As steel his nerves, as adamant his heart. 370 Farth sinks beneath him, as he moves along
“When, late awak'd, he rears bim from the floods, To seek the herbs, and mingle with the throng. And, stretching forth his stature to the clouds, See with what strength his harden'd loins are bound, Writhes in the Sun aloft his scaly height, All over proof and shut against a wound.
And strikes the distant bills with transient light, How like a mountain cedar moves his tail !
Far round are fatal damps of terrour spread, Nor can his complicated sinews fail.
| The mighty fear, nor blush to own their dread. Built high and wide, his solid bones surpass
"Large is his front; and, when his burnish'd eyes The bars of steel ; his ribs are ribs of brass ; Lift their broad lids, the morning seems to rise. His port majestic and bis armed jaw
“ In vain may death in various shapes invade, Give the wide forest, and the mountain, law. 310 The swift-wing'd arrow, the descending blade ; 380 The mountains feed him; there the beasts adınire His naked breast their impotence defies; The mighty stranger, and in dread retire;
The dart rebounds, the brittle falchion flies. At length his greatness nearer they survey,
Shut in himself, the war without he hears, Graze in his shadow, and his eye obey.
Safe in the tempest of their rattling spears; The fens and marshes are his cool retreat,
The cumber'd strand their wasted volleys strow; His noontide shelter from the burning heat ; His sport, the rage and labour of the foe. Their sedgy bosoms bis wide couch are made, “ His pastimes like a cauldron boil the flood, And groves of willows give him all their shade. And blacken ocean with the rising mud ;
“ His eye drinks Jordan up, when fir'd with drought | The billows feel him, as he works his way; He trusts to turn its current down his throat; 320 | His hoary footsteps shine along the sea; 390 In lessen'd waves it creeps along the plain:
The foam high-wrought with white divides the green, He sinks a river, and he thirsts again.
And distant sailors point where Death has been.. Go to the Nile, and, from its fruitful side,
“ His like Earth bears not on her spacious face ; Cast forth thy line into the swelling tide :
Alone in Nature stands his dauntless race,
For utter ignorance of fear renown'd,
Makes every swoln, disdainful heart subside, Thy lordly nod, and tremble at thy frown?
And holds dominion o'er the sons of pride.” Or with his sport amnse thy leisure day,
Then the Chaldæan eas'd his labouring breast, And, bound in silk, with thy soft maidens play? 330 With full conviction of his crime opprest. 400
"Shallpompous banquets swell with such a prize? “Thou canst accomplish all things, Lord of Might! And the bowl juurney round his ample size? And every thought is naked to thy sight.
But, oh! thy ways are wonderful, and lie | that of “ Let there be light,” &c. so much only, Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye.
as the absolute government of nature yields to the Oft have I heard of thine almighty power; 405 | creation of it. But never saw thee till this dreadful hour.
The like spirit in these two passages is no bad O'erwhelm'd with shame, the Lord of Life ( see, concurrent argument, that Moses is author of the Abhor myself, and give my soul to thee.
book of Job. Nor shall my weakness tempt thine anger more: Ver. 191.1 Another argument that Moses was Man is not made to question, but adore.”
the author is, that most of the creatures here are Egyptian. The reason given why the raven is particularly mentioned as an object of the care of Pro
vidence, is, because, by her clamorous and imporNOTES ON THE PARAPHRASE.
tunate voice, she particularly seems always calling Book of Job.] It is disputed amongst the critics upon it; thence nopárow, à xópas, Ælian. I. ii.c. 48. who was the author of the Book of Job; some give is "to ask earnestly.” And since there were rarens it to Moses, some to others. As I was engaged in on the bank of the Nile more clamorous than the this little performance, some arguments occurred to rest of that species, those probably are meant in me which favour the former of those opinions; and that place. because I do not find them mentioned by any one Ver.195.] There are many instances of this bird's else, I have fung them into the following notes, stupidity : let two suffice. First, It covers its head where little else is to be expected.
in the reeds, and thinks itself all out of sight : Ver. 1.) The Almighty's speech, chapter xxxviii,
Stat lumine clauso &c. which is what I paraphrase in this little work, Ridendum revolta caput, creditque latere is by much the finest part of the noblest and most
Quæ non ispa videt. antient poem in the world. Bishop Patrick says,
Secondly, They that go in pursuit of them, draw its grandeur is as much above all other poetry, as thunder is louder than a whisper. In order to set
the skin of an ostrich's neck on one hand, which this distinguished part of the poem in a fuller light,
proves a sufficient lure to take them with the other.
They have so little brain, that Heliogabalus had and give the reader a clearer conception of it, I
six hundred beads for his supper. have abridged the preceding and subsequent parts of the poem, and joined them to it; so that this piece
Here we may observe, that our judicious as well is a sort of an epitome of the whole Book of Job.
as sublime author just touches the great points of
distinction in each creature, and then hastens to I use the word paraphrase, because I want ano
another. A description is exact when you cannot ther which might better answer to the uncommon
add, but what is common to another thing ; nor liberties I have taken. I have omitted, added, and
withdraw, but something peculiarly belonging to transposed. The mountain, the comet, the Sun, and other parts, are entirely added : those upon the
the thing described. A likeness is lost in too much peacock, the lion, &c. are much enlarged; and I
description, as a meaning often in too much illus
tration. have thrown the whole into a method more suitable
Ver. 205.] Here is marked another peculiar quato our notions of regularity. The judicious, if they compare this piece with the original, will, I flatter
lity of this creature, which neither flies nor runs myself, find the reasons for the great liberties I
directly, but has a motion composed of both, and, have indulged myself in through the whole.
using its wings as sails, makes great speed. Longinus has a chapter on interrogations, wlrich
Vasta velut Libyæ venantum vocibus ales shows that they contribute much to the sublime, Cum premitur, calidas cursu transmittit arenas, This speech of the Almighty is made up of them.
Inque modum veli sinuatis flamine pennis Interrogation seems, indeed, the proper style of Pulverulenta volat.
CLAUD. in Eutr. Majesty incensed. It differs from other manner of Ver. 206.] Xenophon says, Cyrus had horses reproof, as bidding a person execute himself, does that could overtake the goat and the wild ass; but from a common execution ; for he that asks the none that could reach this creature. A thousand guilty a proper question, makes him, in effect, pass golden ducats, or a hundred camels, was the stated sentence on bimself.
price of a horse that could equal their speed. Ver. 41.] The Book of Job is well known to be Ver. 207.] Though this bird is but just mendramatic, and, like the tragedies of old Greece, tioned in my author, I could not forbear going a is fiction built on truth. Probably this most noble little further, and spreading those beautiful plumes part of it, the Almighty speaking out of the whirl (which are there shut up) in half a dozen lines. wind (so suitable to the after-practice of the Greek The circumstance I have marked of his opening stage, when there happened dignus vindice no- his plumes to the Sun is true : Expandit colores dus) is fictitious; but is a fiction more agreeable adverso maximè Sole, quia sic fulgentius radiant. to the time in which Job lived, than to any since. Plin. I. x. c. 20. Frequent, before the Law, were the appearances of Ver. 219.] Thuanus (de Re Accip.) mentions a the Almighty after this manner, Exod. c. xix. Ezek.bawk that flew from Paris to London in a night. c. i. &c. Hence is he said to “ dwell in thick dark And the Eygptians, in regard to its swiftness, made ness : and have his way in the whirlwind.” it their symbol for the wind; for which reason we
Ver. 69.] There is a very great air in all that may suppose the hawk, as well as the crow alove. precedes, but this is signally sublime. Weare struck mentioned, to have been a bird of note in Egypt. with admiration to see the vast and ungovernable Ver. 227.1 The eagle is said to be of so acute a ocean receiving commands, and punctually obey- sight, that, when she is so high in air that man ing them; to find it like a managed horse, raging, cannot see her, she can discern the smallest fish tossing, and foaming, but by the rule and direction | under water. My author accurately understood of its master. This passage yields in sublimity to the nature of the creatures he describes, and seems
to have been a naturalist as well as a poet, which Ver. 377.] “His eyes are like the eye-lids of the next note will confirm.
the morning.” I think this gives us as great an Ver. 231.) The meaning of this question is, image of the thing it would express, as can enter Knowest thou the time and circumstances of their the thought of man. It is not improbable that the bringing forth ? For to know the time only was easy, Egyptians stole their bieroglyphic for the morning, and had nothing extraordinary in it; but the cir- which is the crocodile's eye, from this passage, cumstances had something peculiarly expressive of though no commentator, I have seen, mentions it. God's providence, which makes the question proper It is easy to conceive how the Egyptians should be in this place. Pliny observes, that the hind with both readers and admirers of the writings of Moses, young is by instinct directed to a certain herb called whom I suppose the author of this poem. seselis, which facilitates the birth. Thunder also I have observed already that three or four of the (which looks like the more immediate hand of Pro-creatures here described are Egyptian ; the two vidence) has the same effect. Ps. xxix. In so early last are notoriously so, they are the river-horse and an age to observe these things, may style our au- the crocodile, those celebrated inhabitants of the thor a naturalist.
Nile; and on these two it is that our author chiefly Ver. 259.] The descripton of the horse is the dwells. It would have been expected from an aumost celebrated of any in the poem. There is an thor more remote from that river than Moses, in a excellent critique on it in the Guardian. I shall catalogue of creatures produced to magnify their therefore only observe, that in this description, as in Creator, to have dwelt on the two largest works of other parts of this speech, our vulgar translation bas his hand, viz.the elephant and the whale. This is so much more spirit than the Septuagint; it always natural an expectation, that some commentators takes the original in the most poetic and exalted have rendered behemoth and leviathan, the ele. sense, so that most commentators, even on the phant and whale, though the descriptions in our auHebrew itself, fall beneath it.
thor will not admit of it: but Moses being, as we Ver. 289.) Pursuing their prey by night is true may well suppose, under an immediate terrour of of most wild beasts, particularly the lion. Ps. the hippopotamus and crocodile, from their daily ovi. 20. The Arabians have one among their 500 mischiefs and ravages around him; it is very names for the lion, which signifies “the hunter by accountable why he should permit them to take moon-shine,"
place. Ver. 322. ) Cephesi glaciale caput quo suetos an
helam Ferre sitim Python, amnemque avertere ponto.
ON DR. YOUNG'S TRANSLATION OP
PART OF JOB.
Claud. Pref. in Ruf. The poem, which, originally great, Let not then this hyberbole seem too much for Had long sustain’d poor Job's unhappy fate, an eastern poet, though some commentators of Fallen from its grandeur, clad in mean array, name strain hard in this place for a new construc- And in the dust of prose inglorious lay; tion, through fear of it.
Like bim now shines, with former greatness blest, Ver. 523.) The taking of the crocodile is most And in its native majesty confest. difficult. Diodorus says, they are not to be taken but by iron nets. When Augustus conquered Eygpt, he struck a medal, the impress of which was a crocodile chained to a palm-tree, with this inscription,
MISCELLANIES. Nemo antea religavit.
Ver. 339.) This alludes to a custom of this creature, which is, when sated with fish, to come ashore ON MICHAEL ANGELO'S FAMOUS PIECE and sleep among the reeds.
OF THE CRUCIFIXON ; Ver. 553.] The crocodile's mouth is exceedingly wide. When he gapes, says Pliny, sit totum os.
WHO IS SAID TO HAVE STABBED A PERSON THAT NE Martial says to his old woman,
MIGHT DRAW IT MORE NATURALLY! Cum comparata rictibus tuis ora
Whilst his Redeemer on his canvass dies, Niliacus habet crocodilus angusta ;
Stabb'd at his feet his brother weltering lies : so that the expression here is barely just.
The daring artist, cruelly serene, Ver. 364.) This too is nearer truth than at first Views the pale cheek and the distorted mien; view may be imagined. The crocodile, say the na
He drains off life by drops, and, deaf to cries, turalists, lying long under water, and being there Examines every spirit as it flies : forced to hold its breath, when it emerges, the breath He studies torment, dives in mortal woe, long represt is hot, and bursts out so violently, that To rouse up every pang repeats his blow; it resembles fire and smoke. The horse suppresses Each rising agony, each dreadful grace, not his breath by any means so long, neither is he Yet warm transplanting to his Saviour's face. so fierce and animated ; yet the most correct of Oh glorious theft! oh nobly wicked draught ! poets ventures to use the same metaphor concern- With its full charge of death each feature fraught, ing him:
Such wondrous force the magic colours boast,
From his own skill he starts in horrour lost. Collectumque premens volvit sub naribus ignem.
By this and the foregoing note I would cau- 'Though the report was propagated withoi:t the tion against a false opinion of the eastern boldness least truth, it may be sufficient ground to justify a frum passages in them ill understood.
poetical fancy's enlarging on it.
BY DR. COBDEN