effort to destroy, and then is banished forever. The
emissaries of his immortal enemy pursue the baffled seraph to his
place of exile, and by their derision endeavor to augment his misery,

And when they fled he hid him in a cave
Strewn with the bones of some sad wretch who there,
Apart from men, had sought a desert grave,
And yielded to the demon of despair.
There beauteous Zophiel, shrinking from the day,
Envying the wretch that so his life had ended,
Wailed his eternity;

But, at last, is visited by Raphael, who gives him hopes of
restoration to his original rank in heaven.

The concluding canto is entitled "The Bridal of Helon," and in the
following lines it contains much of the author's philosophy of life:

The bard has sung, God never formed a soul
Without its own peculiar mate, to meet
Its wandering half, when ripe to crown the whole
Bright plan of bliss, most heavenly, most complete!
But thousand evil things there are that hate
To look on happiness; these hurt, impede,
And, leagued with time, space, circumstance, and fate,
Keep kindred heart from heart, to pine and pant and bleed.
And as the dove to far Palmyra flying,
From where her native founts of Antioch beam,
Weary, exhausted, longing, panting, sighing,
Lights sadly at the desert's bitter stream;
So many a soul, o'er life's drear desert faring,
Love's pure, congenial spring unfound, unquaffed,
Suffers, recoils, then, thirsty and despairing
Of what it would, descends and sips the nearest draught.

On consulting "Zophiel," it will readily be seen that the passages
here extracted have not been chosen for their superior poetical merit.
It has simply been attempted by quotations and a running commentary to
convey a just impression of the scope and character of the work. There
is not perhaps in the English language a poem containing a greater
variety of thought, description and incident, and though the author
did not possess in an eminent degree the constructive faculty, there
are few narratives that are conducted with more regard to unities, or
with more simplicity and perspicuity.

Though characterized by force and even freedom of expression, it does
not contain an impure or irreligious sentiment. Every page is full of
passion, but passion subdued and chastened by refinement and delicacy.
Several of the characters are original and splendi