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archangel ruined," of Milton. The last evening of Time is beautifully described,

"By this, the sun his westering car drove low;
Round his broad wheel full many a lucid cloud
Floated, like happy isles, in seas of gold;
Along the horizon, castled shapes were piled,
Turrets and towers, whose fronts, embattled, gleamed
With yellow light; smit by the slanting ray,
A ruddy beam the canopy reflected;
With deeper light, the ruby blushed; and thick
Upon the seraph's wings, the glowing spots
Seemed drops of fire. Uncoiling from its staff
With fainter wave, the gorgeous ensign hung,
Or, swelling with the swelling breeze, by fits,
Cast off upon the dewy air, huge flakes
Of golden lustre. Over all the hill,

The heavenly legions, the assembled world,
Evening, her crimson tint forever drew."

Subjects like those which we have been noticing, were legitimate themes for his muse; and had Mr. Hillhouse confined his attention to these, we doubt not that he would have written more than he has done, and with much greater success. We believe that few authors, of the present age, were as well fitted, by their genius, to do justice to the Scriptural drama. Instead of concentrating his efforts on that class of subjects, for which his powers were calculated, he dissipated them on others, that were not kindred to his mind; and the consequence was, that he was but partially successful; his enthusiasm abated, and the fire of his genius became cold.

"Demetria," a tragedy, in five acts, has but little of the merit of" Hadad." The outline is briefly this: Cosmo, the nephew of Count Amerigo, loves his daughter Demetria. No declaration takes place, although their passion is mutual. He goes to the wars in quest of glory, and returns to lay his laurels at her feet. With a heart bounding with affection, he is chilled with her apparent coldness, which is occasioned by grief at the death of her mother. Olivia, an elder sister, who has long loved Cosmo secretly, has sworn to make him her own; and, in proportion as her love for Cosmo increases, her hatred of Demetria is inflamed. Jacquelina, her maid, becomes her confidant, aggravates her

feelings, and, by an artful story about two sisters, similarly situated, excites, even the idea of murder, in the mind of Olivia. Jacquelina, however, suggests a plan to win Cosmo. Barbadeca had wooed Demetria, in Cosmo's absence, and was rejected. Jacquelina lays Jacquelina lays a plot, by which he may carry her off; and, obtaining from him the envelope of the letter, which had contained the rejection of his suit, prepares to shake the confidence of Cosmo in Demetria, and unite him to Olivia. In the envelope, addressed to Barbadeca, Jacquelina places a paper, which Demetria had written, descriptive of her feelings for Cosmo; and, apparently by accident, permits Cosmo to peruse it. She makes Cosmo believe, that Demetria is in love with Barbadeca, and only feigns a love for him, to elude her father, and elope with Barbadeca. Having convinced Cosmo of this, she tells him of Olivia's love for him; and, that it would be a glorious revenge on Demetria, to marry her sister. No explanations take place, the pride of both preventing it; Cosmo marries Olivia, aud Demetria takes poison. Bianca, the

maid of Demetria, tells him what she has done, and convinces him that he has been imposed on; an interview takes place, and an explanation. Demetria dies, and Cosmo stabs himself by her side. The scenic illusion, in this play, and the portraiture of character, are, at times, good, the descriptive portions, brilliant; but we like neither the conception, the conduct of the plot, nor the moral. There is entirely too much juggling, to forward the plans of the malignant Olivia and her maid; the prevention of all explanation, is improbable; and the fall of the virtuous, while the vicious go unpunished, is abhorrent to our feelings. It lacks originality, and has too many coincidences with "Hadad," to which, however, it is infinitely inferior. For example: Absalom is full of envy towards his younger brother; Olivia, towards her sister. The prize, in the former case, is a crown; in the latter, it is a lover. Hadad is the fiend that exacerbates the feelings of Absalom; Jacquelina inflames Olivia. Absalom startles when Hadad proposes violence to his father, yet consents in the end; Olivia is startled when Jacquelina suggests to her the murder of her sister, yet her passion leads her to entertain the project. The excited dreams of Absalom before the battle, and those of Olivia while plotting against her sister, are a further coincidence;

and between the following, with which the drama opens, and the fountain-scene in "Hadad," where he speaks to Tamar of the naiad of the fount, the resemblance is obvious.

"Cos. Now, as thou sit'st, absorbed and motionless,
Checkered with silvery gleams and quivering shadows,
Thou lookest, some pale, fair statue, garlanded,—
Some nymph, or muse, such as the old Greek herdsmen
Imagined haunting round their wood-girt temples !
Or, if a nun-like fancy please thee better,

One of the choir (as holy legends have it),
Heard tuning their clear strings, and glancing viols,
In the blue depths of such a night as this!—

Nor word? nor smile? I'll improvise no more.
Sure, never goddess lovlier, or more mute,
Drew homage to her pedestal."

This will serve as a specimen of "Demetria." It shows well the workings of the heart.

The first part of the ad-
She makes no return;

dress, is the inspiration of the scene. when, thinking that her pious disposition would be better pleased with sentiments respecting her own religion, than heathenism, he pays a further compliment. He is surprised and grieved at her coldness, and checks his speech. He essays to speak again,-commences with a compliment; but, his impetuous nature hurries him on, and he closes with a

sarcasm.

"Percy's Masque," is a drama founded on the Hermit of Warkworth, a ballad, by Bishop Percy. The plan is this: The exiled Percy, disguised as a servant, is employed as huntsman by Neville, who has been created Earl of Westmoreland and Northumberland, and has been presented with the estates which the Percies held before the defeat at Shrewsbury. He wins the love of the Earl's daughter, and revives, in the hearts of the inhabitants, their ancient enthusiasm for his family. Having received permission from the Earl, to hold a masquerade, on the occasion of King Henry's visiting the castle with a small number of knights, he fills the secret passages with armed men, and, at midnight, marches in his masquerade warriors, in complete mail. The king and earl are convinced that resistance is in vain; Percy declares himself, and kneels, presenting his sword and breast to the king, and asking "death, or his inheritance." The king bids him rise, reinstates him in his possessions, and

bestows on him the hand of Elinor. To remunerate Neville for what he has taken from him, he bestows other and larger possessions upon him. The incidents of this drama are generally interesting; the dialogue sprightly; but we think the part of Percy towards Neville, who receives him as a stranger, friendless and destitute, and provides for him, has too much the appearance of treachery, and cannot be par doned, even for the purpose of regaining his estates. After all the military preparations, there is a degree of disappointment, at the pacific turn which every thing takes; but, as this is a disappointment kindred with the chagrin of the old lady, who grieved that the criminal was not hung after her coming to see the execution, it may well be excused by a generous mind. The language is too inverted and artificial. The style that suited the scenes and events of Judea,— grave and antique,-is not well suited to the baronial castles of Europe.

We have said, Mr. Hillhouse left his true province, when he left Scriptural themes for other dramatic subjects. Still farther did he err, when he left the gravity of epic and tragic composition, for light and playful literary trifling. The only merit that his "Sachem's Wood" has, is, that it gives us an insight into the amiable disposition of the poet, in wishing to celebrate scènes dear to him on account of early recollections. It is by no means creditable to his genius, how much soever it may commend his heart; and the copying into the poem, almost the words of Everett, in describing Philip, of Pokanoket, we think, should have called for acknowledgment. In his own true sphere, however, Mr. Hillhouse is preeminent over all his countrymen. His literary addresses are excellent. As a writer, he is by no means generally known. The reasons for this, appear to be, that his compositions have been chiefly dramatic; and, consequently, a large class of readers have refused to read them; the length of his poems has prevented their being copied; and, lastly and principally, that, never having been connected with the press, editorial courtesy has done less for him, than for others, with a tithe of his talents, who have chanced to belong to the editorial corps.

ART. IV.—1. Histoire des Republiques Italiennes du moyen âge, par J. C. L. Sismonde de Sismondi. Nouvelle Edition. Paris: Treuttel et Würtz, 1826. 6 vols.

octavo.

2. History of the Italian Republics, by J. C L. Simonde de Sismondi; in Lardner's Cabinet Cyclopædia. 1 vol. 12 mo.

The history of free states possesses peculiar claims to the attention of the American. All, indeed, must feel, in its perusal, more of interest than can be excited with regard to nations under more arbitrary forms of government. It is the tendency of monarchical institutions, to repress some of the noblest motives which excite man to action, and to substitute other and lower feelings in their place. What wellregulated mind can experience that interest in the contests of princes, resulting from their personal quarrels, or entangling family alliances, which we feel in the strife of a nation warring for the rights of thousands? Loyalty to an individual may be a noble principle; but, can it compare in elevation with the love of country? Even ambition assumes a loftier tone, and seems to be more worthy of man, when the reward it seeks is not a star, a ribband or a title, but the love and reverence of freemen.

But, to an American, the history of republics presents themes of interest, of a peculiar character. With all mankind, we own the relation of brethren; we are men, and nought that is human is alien from us; but, with the freemen of former days, we have another bond of union; we are brethren in another, and in a worthy sense of that word. As we read, then, of their struggles, their defeats, their victories, with them we feel, we struggle, and we conquer, side by side, and heart with heart. Our condemnation of their errors is blended with generous pity; our admiration of their virtues is exalted into noble emulation, by the feeling that it is in our power to imitate them. From their history we read impressive lessons for our own use; and from their time-honored altars, we kindle to a brighter flame the torch of liberty.

The period of Roman greatness had long passed by, and the name of republic had been, for nearly a thousand years, a

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