The Sun.
London, England, 1830-04-21 00:00:00

SATAN-A POEM.

Extract from the Second Edition of Mr. Montgomery's
Satan :

Thou dread Avenger ! ever-living One !
Lone Arbiter ! Eternal, Vast and True ;
The soul and centre of created things
In atoms or in worlds ; around whose throne
Eternity is wheel'd ; who look'st--and life
Appears; who frown'at--and life bath pass'd away !
Thou God !—I feel Thine everlasting Curse,
Yet wither not : the lightnings of Thy wrath
burn in my spirit, yet it shall endure
Unblasted,—that which cannot be extinct..

Thou sole Transcendency, and deep Abyss
From whence the universe of life was drawn!
Unutter'd is Thy nature ; to Thyself
Alone the proved, and cemprehended God ;
Though once the steep of thine Almightiness
This haught, unbowing spirit would have clitnb'd,
And sat beside thee, God with God enthroned,—
And vanquish'd, fell.—Thy Might I'll not diseldim.
Immutable ! Omnipotence is Thine;
Perfections, Powers, and Attributes unnamed
Attend Thee; Thou art All ; and oh, how great
That consummation ! Worlds to listening worlds
Repeat 'it ; angels and archangels veil
Their wings, and shine more glorious at the sound :
Thus, Infinite and fathomless, Thou wert,
And art, and wilt be. In Thine awful blaze
Of majesty, amid empyreal pomp
Of Sanctities, chief Hierarch, I stood
Before Thy throne terrifically bright,
And heard the hymning thunders ♦oice thy name,
While how'd the Heavens, and echoed Deity !
Then heaved a dark and dreadless swell of pride
Within me ; an ambition, huge and high
Enough to overshadow The Supreme,
In fell intensity before me tower'd,
And fronted pride against Omnipotence!
Thus rose the anarchy, the hell of war
Amid the skies ; then frown'd embattled hosts,
In unimaginable arms divine,—
But why recount it ?--we were disarray'd,
And sent in flaming whirlwinds to the deep
Tartarean, where my never-ending doom
Is Hell !—but Thou art Heaven, and Heaven is God.
And yet divided empire have I won.
Behold the havoc in Thy Beauteous world !
And have I not, recount it, Space and Time !
Thy master-piece, creation's god of clay,
Dethroned from that high excellence he proved,
When first man svalk'd a shadow of Thyself ?
Prostration vile, an alienate from Thee,
Man is ;—and shall his fallen nature rise,
Regain her height, and fill ethereal thrones ?
Many a cloud of evil shall he burst
Ere that day come ; severe and dread the strife
Of sullied nature with the soul of man !
Wherever localized, whate'er his creed,
Temptation, like a spirit, tracks his path,
Though every pang by sin produced, Increase
The agonized Eternity I bear !
A doleful midnight to cerulean day
Is not more opposite, than I to Thee:
I hou art the Glorious, I the Evil One ;
Thou reigu'et above ; my Kingdom is below ;
Oa earth, 'tis thine to succour and adorn
The soul, through Him the interceding Judge,
By thoughts divine, and agencies direct;
To cheer the gentle, and reward the good,
And o'er the many waves and woes of life
To pour the sunshine of Almighty love :
'Tis mine to darken, wither, and destroy
Creation and her hopes,—to make them hell !
Then roll thee on, thou high and haughty World,
And queen it bravely o'er the universe !
Still be thy sun as bright, thy sea as loud
In her sublimity, thy floods and winds
As potent, and thy lording elements
As vast in their creative range of power,
As each and all have ever been : build thrones,
And empires, heap the mountain of thy crimes,
Be mean or mighty, wise or worthless still,—
Yet I am with thee ! and my power shall reign
Until the trumpet of thy doom be heard,
Thine ocean vanisli'd, and thy heavens no more !
Till thou be tenantless, a welt'ring mass
Of fire, a dying and dissolving world :
And then, Thy hidden lightnings are unsheath'd,
O God ! the thunders of Despair shall roll ;
Mine hour is come, and I arn wreck'd of all,
All, save Eternity, and that is mine!

T/IE DENOUNCED.—The forthcoming work
under this title, by the author of the O'llara Tales, con-
sists, we understand, of two stories, entitled, " The Last
Baron of Cranegh," and " Conformists." They relate
to the unhappy feuds and dissension. that to long agitated
the sister kingdom on matters of religion. The period
chosen by the novelist in the former of these tales is the
time of WILLIAM and MARY—in the latter that of
GEORGE 11., when the most rigorous laws were in force
against the Catholics, who were, in consequence, fre-
quently compelled to renounce the creed of their father,
or to fly their country. The work is said to possess an
interest worthy the fame of the writer.
The Bristol and Portsmouth mail-coach,
having turned out a losing speculation, ceased running on
Sanday week ; the letter-bags are now conveyed by carts.
A tailor at Southampton, with the view of
getting his debts paid, has stuck up the names of such of
his customers whose bills are not discharged in his shop-
window, exposed to the scrutiny of every passer-by.