fertility are much exaggerated, and that excepting near rivers, it is in this respect far below the British possessions in India. "On the whole, not a third of the country we saw was cultivated. It, however, contained many fine villages, and some large towns, but most of the latter bore strong marks of decay. Umritsir alone, the sacred city of the Siks, and lately the seat of their national councils, appeared to be increasing; on the contrary, Lahore is hastening fast to ruin, but the domes and minarets of the mosques, the lofty walls of the fort, the mossy terraces of the garden of Shaulimar, the splendid mausoleum of the emperor Jehangeer, and the numberless inferior tombs and places of worship that surround the town, still render it an object of curiosity and admiration' [To be concluded in the next Number.] Art. V. Prescience, or the Secrets of Divination; a Poem, in two Parts. By Edward Smedley, Jun. foolscap 8vo. pp. 138. Price 7s. 6d. Murray. 1816. THIS is, we think, the most splendid piece of versification that has appeared since Mr. Heber's Palestine. Although extremely unequal, it is more imaginative and more interesting, than almost any poem we have recently met with of the same sch.coi; a school which we cannot better designate, than by comparing its elegant, elaborate, and dazzling productions, to paintings in enamel. For some classes of subjects, this style of poetry may be esteemed preferable. It would not suit an historic narrative, a tale of sublime or romantic character, an Alpine sketch, or a quiet landscape. But for didactic poetry, or as a vehicle for that metaphysical cast of sentiment, which loves to imbody itself in personification and metaphor, a stately diction and antithetical rhymes may be highly appropriate. They fill the ear in those intellectual pauses which almost necessarily occur in poetry of this description, like an obligato symphony, relieving at intervals the subject of the composition. Mr. Smedley prefixes to his poem an extract from Lord Bacon, on the subject of Divination, which serves to illustrate the title, and the natural division of his subject. DIVINATION hath been anciently and fitly divided into ARTIFI"CIAL and NATURAL: whereof Artificial is, when the Mind maketh "prediction by argument concluding upon signs and tokens: Natu"ral is, when the Mind hath a presentiment by an internal power "without the inducement of a sign. Artificial is of two sorts, either "when the argument is coupled with a derivation of causes, which "is rational; or when it is only grounded upon a coincidence of the "effect, which is Experimental: whereof the latter is for the most "part superstitious. But the Divination which springeth from the "internal nature of the soul, is that which we now speak of, which "has been made to be of two sorts; Primitive, and by Influxion. Pri "mitive is grounded on the supposition that the Mind, when it is "withdrawn and collected into itself, and not diffused into the organs "of the body, hath some extent and latitude of Prenotion, which, "therefore, appeareth most in Sleep, in Extasies, and near Death, and "more rarely in waking apprehensions; and is induced and furthered by those abstinences and observances which make the mind most to "consist in itself. By Influxion is grounded upon the conceit that "the Mind, as a mirror or glass, should take illumination from the "foreknowledge of God and Spirits: unto which the same regimen "doth likewise conduce. For the retiring of the Mind within itself "is the state most susceptible of Divine Influxions, save that it is accompanied in this case with a fervour and elevation, which the an"cients noted by Fury, and not with a repose and quiet, as it is in "the other."Of the Advancement of Learning, Book II. 66 We can well imagine the stir and tumult which such a passage as this would be sufficient to awaken in a mind disposed to those metaphysical fancies which may be aptly termed the poetry of philosophy. We cannot call this passage poetry, but it possesses some of the sublimest attributes of poetry, and strikes the imagination with mysterious force, like the words of an Oracle, that mean, or seem to mean, more than is expressed. If the mood of the poet, and the circumstances in which these impressions found him, were favourable to the indulgence of a suitable train of ideas, his first thought would be, how fine a subject it presented for lofty rhyme; and this would probably be succeeded by a degree of satisfaction in the opportunity of appropriating such a theme for the exercise of his own talents. What a sublime array of cloud-like conceptions would perhaps occupy the whole of his intellectual horizon at that moment. But then-to fix them into definite and expressive forms-to give to such airy nothings' both shape and feature-to translate into expression the deep feelings of excited fancy !—the difficulty of accomplishing this, has induced many a possessor of the highest poetic qualities of mind, to shut himself up in the solitary enjoyment of his own incommunicable thoughts, leaving the drudgery of expression to those who can more easily utter all they feel. Mr. Smedley has had the good fortune to select a noble subject. We are disposed, on the strength of the ability he has shewn in treating it, to give him credit for feeling his best ability wholly inadequate to do it that justice which, in his first conceptions, he had meditated. We are not sure, however, that had he felt the sublimity of which it was susceptible, and which in the hands of such a poet as Wordsworth it would have gained, he would not have relinquished the theme before he had written half his poem. The passage which approaches the nearest to sublimity, is that which portrays the Druid's circle at Stonehenge. The Author visited this scene on a night which will be always fresh in his memory;' and he adds, that he has perhaps given but a faint copy of the feelings which were excited by its wild magnificence.' To gentler scenes the Minstrel may repair To tell you when your steps have wander'd there : Whose broad limbs never felt the woodman's stroke: Touch'd but by hands which cull'd the golden bough, Such have they stood, till dim Tradition's eye Looks vainly back on their obscurity. Through the wild echoes of their maze have roll'd 'Scarce can I tell, what forms beneath the gloom Oh, God! I joy'd to find myself alone.' pp. 36-41. The following description of the Witch, is written with still more energy of expression. 'Mark yon lone cot, whose many crannied wall } Which rears a sapless trunk that cannot die, Stretch'd with grey arms which neither bud nor fade, 'Hous'd in such houselessness, there dwells alone, The tongues which curse her would not wish her dead, The hand whose vengeance daily works her wrong, 'Bent o'er hier scanty hearth, the Beldame drains A blighted harvest Death disdains to reap. Time there has shed and swept away his snow: "Yet the fond wisdom of the rustic pours And mingle with the children of despair.' pp. 42-46. The Second Part describes the Prescience of the Poet, of the Lover, of the Dying Patriot, and of the Martyr. It is scarcely equal to the first, and but very imperfectly fulfils the promise of the Argument, which is injudiciously prefixed. There occurs a fine passage on the slow progress of Milton's reputation: it is introduced by the following lines. |