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ness of thy course. When the world tory from the fall to the delage. is dark with tempeft ; when The poet has had the art to interthunder rolls, and lightning flies : eft us in the distresses of our first thou lookelt in thy beauty, from parents, and their immediate desthe clouds, and laughest at the cendants, by the lively and affectform. But to Offian, thou lookeft ing manner in which he manages in vain ; for he beholds thy beams the paffions, and by the graces no more ; whether thy yellow hair and truth he throws into his paintflows on the eastern clouds, or thou ings, while he describes the simple trembleft at the gates of the west. manners of the first inhabitants of But thou art perhaps, like for the earth.".1. a season, and thy years will have Mr. Gessner has laid his scene an end. Thou halt sleep in, thy in such remote antiquity, as might clouds, careless of the voice of the possibly have encouraged some wri

- Exult then, fun, ters, to have taken great liberties, in the strength of thy youth. Age but he has been very cautious. In is dark and unlovely; it is like the the fimple age he describes, ambiglimmering light of the moon *, tion could have nothing to feed when it shines through broken upon. But that other bane of foclouds, and the mist is on the hills ; ciety, envy, may find room in the the blaft of the north is on the humbleft and most fimple cotplain, the traveller shrinks in the tage, and this Mr. Gessner has chomidst of his journey.”

sen for the acting principle, which produces the cataftrophe, Atel's

death. Perhaps had the character The death of Abel, attempted from the of Cain appeared a little more artGerman of Gesner, by Mrs. Collyer.

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has met with, intitles it to a story; but whatever elfe may be place in our Register. It is a objected to it, it must be allowed, poetical performance, not written that Mr. Gessner has great imagiin measure. Mrs. Collyer's trans- nation. If the fable should not lation, we think, does justice to interest, at least his descriptions, her original. - To use the words his hymns, and all those parts of her preface :

which leave room for fancy to dis“ The subject is the death of play itself, may engage the reaABEL, which is the most remark- der's attention. We must not able event recorded in sacred his omit to mention, that the German

O thou that, with surpassing g'ory crown'd,
Lookst from thy fole dominion like the god
Of this new world; at whose fight all the stars
Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call,
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name,

O sun ?
* Quale per incertam lunam fub luce maligne

Ex iter in filvis ; ubi coelum condidit umbra
Jupiter, & rebus nox abstulit atra colorem.

Thus wander travellers in woods by night,
By the moon's doubtful, and malignant light;
When Jove in dusky clouds involves the skies,
And the faint crescent shoots ' y fits before their eyes.



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has read our Milton with great at- 'ftar.“ Posterity will crown the Urn tention, so that i Anameleck's ef- of a poet who consecrates his talents cape from hell to tempt man, will to virtue and to innocence: his be more admired by strangers to name shall not be forgot': 'his repuour language, than it can be by tation thall bloom with unfading those who have read Milton. Nori verdure, while the trophies of the is that by many the only one in- proud conqueror Thall moulder in stance in which he ttands' indebted the duft, and the superb mausoleum to the English poet. The reader of the tyrant shall stand unknown in will himself observe it throughout the midit of a desert, where human the whole work.--He begins his feet have made no path. Few, 'tis work thus.

true, who have ventur'd on these “ Henceforth repofe in filence, noble fubjects have received from thou soft pipe, no more I render nature the gift of finging well ; but thee vocal, no more I chant the the attempt is laudable: to it Iconfimple manners of the ruftic swain. fecrate all my moments of leisure, Fain would I raise my voice to bold- and all my solitary walks.” er strains, and in harmonious lays Abel's first appearance is an act of Tehearse the adventures of our prim- devotion. eval parents after their dreadful « Retire, o sleep, from every fall. Fain would I celebrate him eye. Fly, ye hovering dreams, to the who, facrific'd by a brother's fury, shades of night: : Where are now his duft fiaft mingled with the earth. the shades of night? They have Come, thou noble enthusiasm that Aed to the caves of the rocks; they warm'st and fillest the mind of the wait us in the thick grove ; we rapt poet, who during the filent shall find them there, and be rehours of night contemplates in the fresh'd by their coolness during the gloom of the thick grove, or at the fultry heat of noon. See where the lide of a clear ftream, glimmering new-born day first wakes the eagle ; with the moon's pale lamp : when where on the glittering fummits of seiz'd by a divine transport, imagi- the rocks, and the thining fides of nation takes her flight, and with the mountains, the exhalations arbold wing traversing the regions of cend and mix with the pure air of created lubftances, penetrates into the morning, as the smoke of burntthe distant empire of possibilities, offerings arise from the altar. Thus discovering with clear view the mar nature celebrates the returning velous that captivates, and the beau- light, and pays 'to nature's God the tiful that enchants. Loaded with facrifice of grateful praife. · Praise treasure,, she returns to arrange and him all things that exist ; praise construct her various materials. him whofe wisdom and goodness Taught by reason to chuse and re- produc'd and preserves all. Ye ject, the, with a wise economy, ad. springing flowers, exhale the sweets mits only what forms harmonious he gave you in his praise. Ye relations. Delightful employment! winged inhabitants of the grove, Laudable constancy! I honour the pour forth the warbling of your bard, who, to excide sentiments of little throats to h'm who gave you virtue in the yielding heart, watches voice and melody; while the mathe nocturnal song of the grashop- jestic lion : ays him honour with the per, till the rising of the niorning terrors of his mouth, and the ca

verns of the rocks resound his praise. shakes his mane : while the trong Praise God, O my soul! praise God lion, impatient to free himself from the Creator and Preserver. Let the the cumbrous earth, attempts his voice of man reach thy throne, O first roaring. A hill .teems with Lord, before that of thy other crea- life; it moves ; it bursts, and from tures: in the grey twilight, at the it ftalks the huge unwieldly eledawn of the morning, while the phant. These are thy works, o birds and beasts yet sleep, may my thou Omnipotent ! Each morn thou folitary fong find acceptance, and call it thy creatures from fleep, the invite the reviving creation to praise image of non-existence ; they awake thee, the Creator and Preserver. How furrounded by thy bountles, and magnificent are thy works, O God, join unanimous to chant thy praise. wisdom and goodness are ftamp'd The time will come, when thy praise on all. Wherever I turn my eyes, shall resound from every corner of I perceive the traces of thy bounty; the peopled earth; when thine aleach fense is transported, and con- tars shall blaze on every hill, and veys their infinite beauties to my ra man fhall celebrate thy wonderous vilhed mind. O God! weak and works from the rising to the fetting frail as I am, fain would I attempt day.” thy praise. What induc'd thee, Cain's firft appearance is in a gloo Maker Omnipotent! for ever hap my mood, full of ill-will and envy. py, in thyself, to call from nothing “ At the fame time Cain paffing this gay creation? What induc'd by the fragrant shade, and heard thee, thou Self-exiftent, to form Abel's melodious voice, and had man out of the dust, and to give beheld his delighted father tenderly him the breath of life? It was thine embrace him.

At this fight envy infinite goodness. Thou gavest fix'd her envenom'd fting in his him being that thou mighteft con- heart, and he giving a furious look fer on him happiness. O smiling at the bower, cry'd, What signs of morn! in thee I see a lively image joy are here ! What fond caresses ! of the work of the great Creator, I too might fing were my days, like when the sun disperses the vapours his, spent in idly reclining in the of the earth, and drives night before shade, while the Hocks were sporthis steps, all nature revives with re-ing, or cropping the green hernewed lustre. The Almighty spoke; bage: but I am not made for fing darkness fled and filence heard his ing. Rugged labour is my inherivoice : he commanded, and myriads tance : tho I turn the glebe; tho' of living creatures emerg’d from the I break the stubborn earth, curft teeming earth, flutter'd in the air for my father's fin with barrennessy with variegated plumage, and ren- yet my fatigues meet no such fond der'd the astonish'd woods vocal rewards : did my soft brother but with the praises of the beneficent toil, like me, one day beneath the Creator. Earth again hears the scorching fun, 'twould fpoil his voice of her Almighty Maker : the music; he'd trill no songs.-What, heaving clods rise in innumerable more embraces ! how I hate this fhapes, and burft into life and mo- effeminate dalliance ! but if that tion. The new-form'd horse bounds fair youth be pleas'd, no matter o'er the verdant turf, and neighing what I hate."


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After the murder and after the haunt me!--He now continu'd fit. curse denounced against Cain.. ting in speechless agony, fighs only

"Cain stood motionless. De bursting from his tortur'd heart.” spair glar'd in his eyes : yet fierce The reader may expect an in-, ness was still seen on his bushy stance of the pathetic, when the brows. The furious winds shook wives of Cain and Abel meet Adam his erect hair. Wild fear, at length, and Eve after the murder. forc'd from his divid and quivering Cain's wife says, “ O my father!,: lips these horrid accents. Why has speak-speak, I conjure thee-Why le not annihilated me? Where- this horror on thy countenance fore not annihilated me that no No answer! - Omy tortur'd heart! traces of me might remain in the ---Where --Say where, O my father! creation. Why was I not blafted ---fay, O my mother ! where is Cain by his lightnings? Why did not bis my husband thunder itrike me to the depths of Eve reply'd, 0. my child ! who the earch ? - But his ire reserves me knows where, pursu'd by divine for perpetual sufferings -- torments - vengeance---Ah my God! ---the unwithout end-Detested by my fellow. happy --- but what do I say? - I creatures -all nature abhors me “I tremble to speak it --- he he

-ah abhor myself - Already the attend- me, unhappy mother! Horrid ants on guilt haunt me; shame, re- detestable ideas, tear not thus my morse, despair. Shut out from wretched bosom! Ah miserable

pahuman fociety, banish'd from rent that I am! why -- he - Ah my God, I shall, while on earth, feel mother! interrupted Mahala, spare the torments of hell I fell me not, - spare me not, I conjure them now. Curs'd be thou, O thee, O my mother! On me on arm, which fo hastily executed the me let the tempest fall - I am al. impulses of passion, mayst thou wi- ready crush'd; already torn by ther on my body like the blighted frightful apprehensions. Cain-O limb of a tree! Curs'd be the hour heavens! Cain has Kill'd him! when a dream from hell deceiv'd cry'd Eye. Ah Mahala! Ah Thirme!- and thou, infernal fiend, who za! Cain kill'd him! Her exceflive suggested it, where art thou now? grief then took from her the power that I may curse thee! Art thou re of speech. turned to hell ? mayst thou there Mahala was struck mute with suffer incessantly what I now feel ! terror. Her immoveable


Thed Nothing worse can I wish thee. This no tears. The cold sweat trickled is your triumph, ye spirits of dark- down her pale face, and her tremness! Gaze on, ye devils, and won bling lips were difcolour'd. At der at my misery! - Spent with a- length the cry'd out in agony, He gony, he sat down on the trunk of kill Abel!--Cain my husband, kill a fallen tree, and remain'd without his brother! - Where art thou, frastrength or voice, motionless as the tricide? where? Where, Oh dead. Then starting he cry'd, Ha! where has thy guilt pursu'd thee? what noise is that it is the voice Has the thunder of God aveng'd of murder'd Abel!

thy brother I-Doft thou cease to I see his streaming, blood ! O my exist ? Where art chou, most mice brother! my brother! in pity to ferable ? To what country of de my inexpressible anguish, ceale to spair art thou fled, follow'd by the Vol. IV.



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curse of God? Thus ravid Mahala, and bondage I kill'd him. tearing her hair.

Cursid moment! I murder'd the Barbarous fatricide! vile mur best of brothers, and the bloody deed derer! exclaim'd Thirza; how will for ever haunt my mind, and couldst thou kill so kind a brother; fill it with infernal horrors. My who, doubtless, when expiring un- punishment is eternal. Yet, o der the mortal blow given by thy Mahala! I would escape thy curses. cruel hand, regarded thee with eyes Curse me not, my dearest wife full of love ? Ah Cain, curft - Curse me not in my misery. This curst be O my fifter ! O Thirza ! hour I fly, I quit thee for ever-I cry'd Mahala, interrupting her, curfe quit ye for ever, my beloved chil. him not, he is thy brother !-- he is dren! I Ay from ye, curs’d by God my husband !

Rather let us im- and man. plore for him the mercies of God. The children lamented round I am sure, when falling in his blood, him. They rais’d their innocent the holy victim of bis fury cast on hands in agony. Mahala sunk on him an eye of compassion, and I the earth, and reclin'd on her husdoubt not but now intercedes for band. Receive these tears him before the eternal throne. Let ceive these expressions of my

sincere our prayers ascend from the duft, forgiveness and compassion, the and join those of the happy. O faid, while she wept over him. Doft curse him not, Thirza – curse not thou fly, Cain? Dost thou fly thy brother."

to the defart regions ? How can I The poet ends his work with an dwell here while thou art solitary affecting scene.

and abandon'd! while thou art “ Curse me not, O Mahala! I miserable far from me! No, Cain, come to deplore before thee my mi- I fly with thee. How can I fuffer sery and my guilt:— then I fly far thee to be deftitute of all relief in from thee for ever.

I will hide me the defarts ! What cruel inquiein the defarts. Curs'd of God, fol- tudes would torment me! Every low'd by his wrath, I fty. Oh curse breeze I heard would fill me with me not! curse not thy wretched terror! Perhaps he is now, I should husband !

say to myself - perhaps he is this Ah Cain! she reply'd, pene- instant in the agonies of death, withtrated with the tenderest compal- out succour in fome barren wild. fion; tho' thou haft killd the beit She was filent, and Cain, with a of brothers - tho thoù liat heap'd look of astonishment, cry'd, What inexpressible miseries on my wretch- do I hear ? Is it thou, Mahala? is it ed head, yet I forget not that thou thou thyself, or does a dream again are still my husband. I pity - I deceive? It is, it is my dear, my

Cain answer'd, virtuous wife! Thy words, Mahacasting on her a look of tenderness, la, — thy confolating words have a look that exprefs'd the bitter an

soften'd my despair. Thou doft not guish of his heart; Fatal moment, bate me! thou doft not curse me! when a dream from hell deceivid It is enough. No, thou courageous, me! these little ones appear'd be thou affectionate wife! thou shalt fire me as slaves to the fons of never fare in the panishment dưe Abel. To save them from misery to my horrid crime. Thou

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