38 Aews/rom Parnassus, No. XXII. [Feb. /, 



Where tlicy at present dwell, is, wc wlierc Anah and Aliolibamali, two 



are told, now uncertain ;- 



But should we, in our naiiderings, 



Moet 11 young piiir, wlius^ beiiuy waiitj 

 Bnt tlieadoiuiMi-iit of bright Mings, 



T > look like liPKVf n's iiihiiliit.inc<i, — 

 Should we e*er nu-et wiili augUt so pa»e, 

 Soperfect hnre, we niiiy he snro, 



There is but one such piiir below; 

 And, as ne blesi them on their w.iy 

 Through the world's wilderuess, miiv say, 



"There Zaraph and hisNauia ^v." 



sisters of the race of Cain, arc waitinj; 

 lor the descent of their celestial 

 adorers, who are invoked by them in a 

 bcautilnl strain of poetry, and at 

 length appear. Japhet, the youngest 

 son of Noah, next enters, with liis 

 friend Irad, and deplores his hopeless 

 passion for Anaii; while Irad, it ap- 

 This forms tlic conclusion of the ])cars, disdains tlie chains of Aholi- 

 work, and affords another instance of bamah, on whose heart he has failed 

 the familiar style in which Mr. iMoore to make any impression. Jajjliet re- 

 has treated, and perhaps necessarily pairs to the cavern of the Caucasus, 

 must have treated, his subject. Wfc find haunted by evil spirits, whither he is 

 little elevation either of thought or followed by his father Noah, anxious 

 language ; much beauty, which some- for the safety of his child. A very 

 limes dwindles into prettiness ; bril- striking scene between Japhet and 

 liant fancy, bordering on conceit ; and the demons succeeds in the cave, and 

 pathos verging, not seldom, upon their infernal laughter over the ap- 



puerility. The result is not that we 

 are less partial to Mr. Moore's exqui- 

 site genius, hut that we s'.iall imiformly. 



preaching ruin of the world is rebuked 

 by the intrepid antediluvian. On 

 walking forth, he is filled with sorrow 



when he gives us the choice, prefer and consternation to find his beloved 



the perusal of the short etriisions of Anah and her sister walking with their 



that geidus to the longer ones ; the enamoured angels. A spirited aller- 



latter of which, we trust, Mr. Moore cation ensnes, which is interrupted by 



will not inllict too bountifully upon the arrival of Noah and his eldest 



us. born, Shem. To second the remon- 



But, now, we turn to a "strain of stranees of the patriarch, the angel 



higher nmod ;" with feelings much like Kaphael descends from heaven, and 



those which would arise on leaving summons the sinning angels to return. 



the contemplation of a "Holy Family," 

 by Carlo Dolce, to behold the " Last 

 Judgment" of Michel Angelo. 'i'he 

 mystery of "Heaven and Earlli" is 

 conceived in the best style of the 

 greatest masters of poetry and paint- 

 ing. It is not unworthy of Dante, 

 and of the great artist to whom we 



ere too late, to their duty. In this 

 exhortation, Aholibamah, the high- 

 minded daughter of Cain, herself 

 joins: — 



I,ct them fly! 

 I hear the voice which says that all must die. 

 Sooner IlKin our white-bearded patriarchs died; 

 And (hnt on iiigh 

 An ocean is prepar'd, 

 , • i M 1 1 « • , 1. While from below 



nave just aliuded. As a picture of The deep shall rise to meet heaven's overflow. 



the last deluge, it is incomparably ,. Few shall be snar'd 



, , ,' , fi.i > ^ If seems; and of that few the race of Cam 



grand and awlul. 1 he characters, llu»t lift their eyes to Adam's God in vain. 



loo, are invested with great dignity 

 and grace. Nothing can be more 

 imj)osing and fascinating, than the 

 haughty, imperious, and passionate, 

 beauty of the daughter of Cain; nor 

 anv thing more venerable than the 



Sister! since it i 



And the Kiernal Lord 

 In vain would be iniplor'd, 

 For the remission of one hour of woe, 

 I.et us resign even what we have atlor'd. 

 And meet the wave, as we would meet the sword. 



If not unmuv'd, yet undismay'il, 

 And wailing less for us than those who sliall 

 Survive iu mortal or immortal ihrall. 



And, when the fatal waters are allayed, 

 Weep for the myriads who can weep no more. 

 Fly, >eraphs ! to' your own eternal shore, 



mild but inflexible dignity of the pa- 

 triarch Noah. Lord Byron, we trust 



will not be deterred, by senseless per- "^^'^^'^ winds nor'liowl, nor waters roar, 

 , •,.,•' , . Onr portion IS to die, 



versions and ndicuhn.s calumnies, • • '- •• - 



from selecting subjects like these for 

 the exercise of his muse ; subjects to 

 which, great as they are, his genius 

 can rise, and prove itself equal to the 



occasion. We have only space to For all tfie mercy whicdi Seth's rice 



give a short sketch of the story, and 

 1o present our readers with one or two 

 fragments, which may convey some 

 idea of the remainder. 

 The scene opens on Mount Ararat, 

 I 



And youi's to live forever; 



But which is best, a dead eternity. 



Or living, is but known to the great (jiver. 



Obey Him, as we shalfoliey; 



I would not keep this life of mine in clay 



An h.iur beyond His will ; 



Nor see ye lose a portion of His grace, 



Fly! 



And, as your pinions bear you back to heaven. 



Think that my love still mounts with thee on high 



Samiasa ; 

 And if I look up with a tearless eye, 

 'Tis that an ani^el's biide disdains to weep,— . 

 Farewell I Now rise, Inexorable deep. 



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