ed friend in a walk through different parts of his estate, with a view to fix upon the site of a new church which he intended to erect. It was one of the most beautiful mornings of a mild season, our feelings were in harmony with the cherishing influences of the scene; and, such being our purpose, we were naturally led to look back upon past events with wonder and gratitude, and on the future with hope. Not long afterwards, some of the Sonnets which will be found towards the close of this series, were produced as a private memorial of that morning's occupation. "The Catholic Question, which was agitated in Parliament about that time, kept my thoughts in the same course; and it struck me that certain points in the Ecclesiastical History of our Country, might advantageously be presented to view in verse. Accordingly, I took up the subject, and what I now offer to the reader, was the re sult." These fine Sketches are divided into three parts:-the first embraces many interesting topics, from the introduction of Christianity into Britain to the consummation of the Papal dominion; the second, from the close of the troubles in the reign of Charles the First; and the third, from the Restoration to the present times. Mr Wordsworth, with a fine philosophic eye, fixes on those incidents, events, actions, and characters, which were most influential, for good or evil, on the religious state of England, down through those long and various ages. And in the form of Sonnets, he gives expression to his thoughts or feelings, so that there is hardly one subject of magni tude in the ecclesiastical history of England, on which we do not find a thought that breathes, or a word that burns. It is obvious, that no one regular connected poem could have been written on so vast a subject. But although each Sonnet, according to the law of that kind of composition, is in itself a whole, yet frequently two or three of the Series are beautifully connected and blended together, so as to read like connected stanzas of one poem. And indeed when the whole series-all its three parts-is perused, the effect is magnificent, and great events, and deeds, and minds, seem to have been passing processionally before us over the floor of an enchanted stage. Mr Wordsworth's mind is familiar with all these as with matters of to-day, and therefore he speaks of them all as of things known and felt by every man of liberal education. He flings a beam of light on some transaction dark in antiquity, and it rises up for a moment before us-he raises the coffin-lid in some old vault, and we behold the still face of one formerly great or wise on earth-he rebuilds, as with a magic wand, the holy edifice that for centuries has lain in ruins-monks and nuns walk once more in the open sun-light, and all the fading or faded pageantries of faith re-appear and vanish in melancholy and sublime mutation. Can we do better than quote a good many of these noble sonnets? The five following all hang together, and are above the pitch of any other living poet. TREPIDATION OF THE DRUIDS. Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the Seamew-white Where Augurs stand, the future questioning, Slowly the Cormorant aims her heavy flight, Portending ruin to each baleful rite, That, in the lapse of seasons, hath crept o'er Diluvian truths, and patriarchal lore: Haughty the Bard;-can these meek doctrines blight His transports? wither his heroic strains? But all shall be fulfill'd ;-the Julian spear A way first open'd; and, with Roman chains, The tidings come of Jesus crucified; They come they spread-the weak, the suffering, hear; DRUIDICAL EXCOMMUNICATION, &C. Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road, This water-fowl was, among the Druids, an emblem of those traditions connected with the deluge that made an important part of their mysteries. The Cormorant was a bird of bad omen. Yet shall it claim our reverence, that to God, As to the one sole fount whence Wisdom flow'd, UNCERTAINTY. Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost And where the boatmen of the Western Isles Nor Characters of Greek or Roman fame, PERSECUTION. Lament for Diocletian's fiery sword Some pierced beneath the unavailing shield Of sacred home ;-with pomp are others gored England's first Martyr! whom no threats could shake; Self-offer'd Victim, for his friend he died, And for the faith-nor shall his name forsake RECOVERY. As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain To celebrate their great deliverance; Most feelingly instructed 'mid their fear, That persecution, blind with rage extreme, May not the less, through Heaven's mild countenance, This hill at St Alban's must have been an object of great interest to the imagination of the venerable Bede, who thus describes it with a delicate feeling delightful to meet with in that rude age, traces of which are frequent in his works: "Variis herbarum floribus depictus sino usque quaque vestitus in quo nihil repente arduum nihil præceps, nihil abruptum, quem lateribus longe lateque deductum in modum æquoris natura complanat, dignum videlicet eum pro insita sibi specie venustatis jam olim reddens, qui beati martyris cruore dicaretur." After touching on the temptations that spring from Roman refinements, on heresies and discord at the altar, on the struggles of the Britons against the barbarians, "With Arthur bearing through the stormy field, The Virgin sculptur'd on his Christian shield;" and many other bright or dark points in the history of the Faith, the poet's mind once again flows on in a continued stream, and we are enabled to present our readers with seven successive sonnets. PRIMITIVE SAXON CLERGY. How beautiful your presence, how benign, A benediction from his voice or hand; Whence grace, through which the heart can understand, OTHER INFLUENCES. Ah, when the Frame, round which in love we clung, Is tender pity then of no avail ? Are intercessions of the fervent tongue A waste of hope?—From this sad source have sprung Which ill can brook more rational relief; Hence, prayers are shaped amiss, and dirges sung Confession ministers, the pang to sooth In him who at the ghost of guilt doth start. SECLUSION. Lance, shield, and sword relinquish'd-at his side In cloister'd privacy. But not to dwell Like ivy, round some ancient elm, they twine CONTINUED. Methinks that to some vacant Hermitage Hurl'd down a mountain-cove from stage to stage, * Having spoken of the zeal, disinterestedness, and temperance of the clergy of those times, Bede thus proceeds: "Unde et in magna erat veneratione tempore illo religionis habitus, ita ut ubicunque clericus aliquis, aut monachus adveniret, gaudenter ab omnibus tanquam Dei famulus exciperetur. Etiam si in itinere pergens inveniretur, accurrebant, et flexo cervice, vel manu signari, vel ore illiuse benedici, gaudebant. Verbis quoque horum exhortatoriis diligenter auditum prabebant."-Lib. iii. chap. 26. Yet tempering, for my sight, its bustling rage Perchance would throng my dreams. A beechen bowl, Crisp, yellow leaves my bed; the hooting Owl REPROOF. But what if One, through grove or flowery mead, Of a long life; and, in the hour of death, SAXON MONASTERIES, AND LIGHTS AND SHADES OF THE RELIGION. By such examples mov'd to unbought pains, The Sensual think with rev'rence of the palms Flow to the Poor, and freedom to the Slave; And, if full oft the Sanctuary save Lives black with guilt, ferocity it calms. MISSIONS AND TRAVELS. Not sedentary all: there are who roam To scatter seeds of Life on barbarous shores; Or quit with zealous step their knee-worn floors To seek the general Mart of Christendom; Whence they, like richly-laden Merchants, come To their beloved Cells!or shall we say That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way, Learned and wise, hath perish'd utterly, Nor leaves her speech wherewith to clothe a sigh That would lament her ;-Memphis, Tyre, are gone Mr Wordsworth then speaks of Alfred-of the Danish Conquests-of the Norman Conquest-the Crusades, and the power of the Pope. The concluding sonnet of Part I. is indeed multum in parvo. He expired in the act of concluding a translation of St John's Gospel. See in Turner's History, Vol. iii. p. 528, the account of the erection of Ramsey Monastery. Penances were removable by the performances of acts of charity and benevolence. PAPAL DOMINION. Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind As that by dreaming Bards to Love assign'd, And 'tis the Pope that wields it,-whether rough In Part II. the poet, after a few fine sonnets on subjects connected with those preceding, breathes forth se VOL. XII. veral that may be quoted and read together, and which seem to us at once beautiful and grand. CORRUPTIONS OF THE HIGHER CLERGY. "Woe to you Prelates! rioting in ease ABUSE OF MONASTIC POWER. And what is Penance with her knotted thong, Wan cheek, and knees indurated with prayer, Scorning their wants because her arm is strong? MONASTIC VOLUPTUOUSNESS. Yet more,-round many a Convent's blazing fire To stay the precious waste. In every brain Through the wide world to madding Fancy dear, Till the arch'd roof, with resolute abuse Of its grave echoes, swells a choral strain, Whose votive burthen is- OUR KINGDOM'S HERE!' Ꮓ |