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Endeared. Theii- life is love, and still tbey love, 



And love again with bliss reciprocal. 



Assuaged alternately, yet never quelled. 

 Beelzebub — Depict to me completely tliis fair bride. 

 Apollyon — O mighty peer ! this would demand a touch 



Of Nature's pencil : no extrinsic colours 



But living, quickening sunbeams. Man and wife, 



Of stature full, in eveiy graceful charm 



Perfect, of equal comeliness appear. 



Yet Adam far excels in bulk and strength 



And majesty of countenance, as one 



Elected to the sovereignty of earth. 



But the Creator has in Eve combined 



All the full heart of Adam can desu-e — 



Delicate limbs, a smoother skin, and flesh 



Of tints more beauteous than the seraph's wing ; 



Eosy and snowy lips of thrilling bliss, 



Eyes beaming with ati'ectionate desire. 



Two ivoiy rows voluptuous, and a voice 



Melodious as the utterings of our hai-ps 



When breezes heavenly sweep their golden stiings. 



Beauty unpareUel'd ! for which a spirit 



JMight gladly forfeit immortality ! 

 Belial — Methinks this woman has in thee enkindled 



A flame of passion. 

 Apollyon — I have singed my wings 



In that delightful fire. Most tliflicult 



I felt it to arise — 



And steer towards our holj- habitation ; 



Yet I arose, but painfully, and tlirice 



Turned back my earnest gaze. Nothing like Eve 



Shall e'er solace these eyes. O, joy divine. 



To watch her steps ! A beamy tissue of light 



Plays in her golden hair, which floats in waves 



Adown her snowy shoulders ! So she moves 



As in a halo of entrancing pleasure, 



Rejoicing all ci'eation with her smiles !" 



This extract will perhaps suffice to convey an idea of our Poet's 

 genius The Foreign Quarterly Review of April 1829, in reviewing a 

 book on Flemish Literature, alludes but cursorily to Vondel, and after 

 stating that when compared with Milton he proves very inferior, he pro- 

 ceeds to the next topic. In the weekly periodical " Notes and Queries " 

 of December 29th, 1849, a correspondent inquires whether the tragedy 

 or dramatic poem "Lucifer" has ever been translated. He proceeds to 

 say that the French writer, x\Kred de Viguy, in his " Stella," calls 

 Vondel " Ce vieux Shaicespeare de la HoUaude." In reply to this query 



