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Lucifer. Saidst thou not

II Thou ne'er Ladst bent to him who made thee? \ Cain. Yes —

But Abel's earnest prayer has wrought upon me j

The offering is more his than mine — and Adah

Lucifer. Why dost thou hesitate?
Cain. She is my sister,

Bora on the same day, of the same womb; and
She wrong from me, with tears, this promise; and
Bather than see her weep, I would, methinks,
Bear all — and worship aught.
[ Lucifer. Then follow me!

Cain. I will.1

Enter Adah.

Adah. My brother, I have come for thee;

It is our hour of rest and joy—and we | Hire less without thee. Thou hast Iabour'd not This mom; but I have done thy task: the fruits Are ripe, and glowing as the light which ripens: Com away.

Cm. Seest thou not?

Adah. I sec an angel;

We have seen many: will he share our hour
Of rest ?—he is welcome.

Coin. But he is not like

The angels we have seen.

Adah. Are there, then, others?

But he is welcome, as they were: they dcign'd
To be our guests—will he?

Cain (la Lucifer'). Wilt thou?

i«ei/er. I ask

Thee to be mine.

Cm*. I must away with him.

Adah. And leave us?

Cain. Ay.

Adah. And me?

Cain. Beloved Adah:

Adah. Let me go with thee.

Lucifer. No, she must not.

Adah. Who Art thou that steppest between heart and heart?

Cain. He is a god.

Adah. How know'st thou?

Cain. He speaks like


Adah. So did the serpent, and it lied. [that Lucifer. Thou errest, Adah :— was not the tree W knowledge? Adah. Ay—to our eternal sorrow.

Lucifer. And yet that grief is knowledge — so he lied not:

And if he did betray you, 'twas with truth; And truth in its own essence cannot be tosood.

Adah. But all we know of it has gather'd tril on ill: expulsion from our home, And dread, and toil, and sweat, and heaviness; remorse of that which was—and hope of that ^hich cometh not. Cain ! walk not with this spirit. *■ with what we have borne, and love me—I Love thee.

Ludfcr. More than thy mother, and thy sire?

1 [The Brit interview of Lucifer with Cain is full of tub"My—1mm.] * [It is impossible not to be struck with the resemblance mam' of these passages and others in Manfred.] [Mr. Jeffrey's eulogium on this, perhaps the most Shak

Adah. I do. Is that a sin, too?

Lucifer. No, not yet:

It one day will be in your children.

Adah. What!

Must not my daughter love her brother Enoch?

Lucifer. Not as thou lovest Cain.

Adah. Oh, my God 1

Shall they not love and bring forth things that love
Out of their love? have they not drawn their milk
Out of this bosom? was not he, their father,
Born of the same sole womb, in the same hour
With me 1 did we not love each other? and
In multiplying our being multiply
Things which will love each other as we love
Them ? — And as I love thee, my Cain! go not
Forth with this spirit; he is not of ours.

Lucifer. The sin I speak of is not of my making,
And cannot be a sin in you—whate'er
It seem in those who will replace ye in
Mortality. *

Adah. What Is the sin which is not Sin in itself? Can circumstance make sin Or virtue ? —if it doth, we arc the slaves Of [higher

Lucifer. Higher things than ye are slaves: and Than them or ye would be so, did they not Prefer an independency of torture To the smooth agonies of adulation, In hymns and harpings, and self-seeking prayers, To that which Is omnipotent, because It is omnipotent, and not from love, But terror and self-hope.

Adah. Omnipotence Must be all goodness.

Lucifer. Was it so in Eden?

Adah. Fiend ! tempt me not with beauty; thou art fairer Than was the serpent, and as false.

Lucifer. As true.

Ask Eve, your mother: bears she not the knowledge Of good and evil?

Adah. Oh, my mother! thou

Hast pluck'd a fruit more fatal to thine offspring
Than to thyself; thou at the least hast pass'd
Thy youth in Paradise, in innocent
And happy intercourse with happy spirits:
But we, thy children, ignorant of Eden,
Arc girt about by demons, who assume
The words of God, and tempt us with our own
Dissatisfied and curious thoughts—as thou
Wert work'd on by the snake, In thy most flush'd
And heedless, harmless wantonness of bliss.
I cannot answer this immortal thing
Which stands before me; I can not abhor him;
I look upon him with a pleasing fear,
And yet I fly not from him: in his eye
There is a fastening attraction which
Fixes my fluttering eyes on his; my heart
Beats quirk; he awes me, and yet draws me near,
Nearer and nearer: — Cain — Cain—save me from
him |3

Cain. What dreads my Adah? This is no ill spirit
Adali. He Is not God—nor God's: I have beheld

spearian speech in Lord Byron's tragedies, seems cold enough. He says, Adah, the wife* of Cain, enters, and shrinks from ttie daring and blasphemous speech which is passing between him and the Spirit. Her account of the fascinaliou which ho exercises over her is magnificent.""!


The cherubs and the seraphs; he looks not
Like them.

Cain. But there are spirits loftier still —
The archangels.

Lucifer. And still loftier than the archangels.

Adah. Ay — but not blessed.

Lucifer. If the blessedness

Consists in slavery—no.

Adah. I have heard it said,

The seraphs love most—cherubim know most— And this should be a cherub — since he loves not

Lucifer. And if the higher knowledge quenches love,

What must he be you cannot love when known?'
Since the all-knowing cherubim love least,
The seraphs' love can be but ignorance:
That they are not compatible, the doom
Of thy fond parents, for their daring, proves.
Choose betwixt love and knowledge — since there is
No other choice: your sire hath chosen already:
His worship is but fear.

Adah. Oh, Cain! choose love.

Cain. For thee, my Adah, I choose not—it was Bom with me—but I love nought else.

Adah. Our parents?

Cain. Did they love us when they snatch'd from the tree

That which hath driven us all from Paradise?

Adah. We were not born then—and if we had been, Should we not love them and our children, Cain?

Cain. My little Enoch! and his lisping sister! Could I but deem them happy, I would half

Forget but it can never be forgotten

Through thrice a thousand generations! never
Shall men love the remembrance of the man
Who sow'd the seed of evil and mankind
In the same hour! They pluck'd the tree of science
And sin—and, not content with their own sorrow,
Begot me thee — and all the few that are,
And all the unnumber'd and innumerable
Multitudes, millions, myriads, which may be,
To inherit agonies accumulated
By ages 1—and /must be sire of such things!
Thy beauty and thy love—my love and joy,
The rapturous moment and the placid hour, *
All we love in our children and each other,
But lead them and ourselves through many years
Of sin and pain—or few, but still of sorrow,
Intercheck'd with an instant of brief pleasure,
To Death—the unknown I Methinks the tree of

Hath not fulflll'd its promise: — if they sinn'd,
At least they ought to have known all things that are
Of knowledge—and the mystery of death.
What do they know ? — that they are miserable.
What need of snakes and fruits to teacb us that?

Adah. I am not wretched, Cain, and if thou
Wert happy

Cain. Be thou happy, then, alone—

I will have nought to do with happiness,
Which humbles me and mine.

Adah. Alone 1 could not,

Nor would be happy: but with those around us.
I think I could be so, despite of death,

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Which, .is I know it not, I dread not, though
It seems an awful shadow — if I may
Judge from what I have heard.

Lucifer. And thou couldst not

Alone, thou say'st, be happy?

Adah. Alone! Oh, my God!

Who could be happy and alone, or good?
To me my solitude seems sin; unless
When I think how soon I shall see my brother,
His brother, and our children, and our parents.

Lucifer. Yet thy God is alone; and is he happy? Lonely, and good?

Adah. He is not so; he hath

The angels and the mortals to make happy.
And thus becomes so in diffusing joy.
What else can joy be, but the spreading joy?

Lucifer. Ask of your sire, the exile fresh from

Or of his first-born son: ask your own heart;
It is not tranquil.

Adah. Alas! no! and you —

Are you of heaven?

Lucifer. If I am not, inquire

The cause of this all-spreading happiness
(Which you proclaim) of the all-great and good
Maker of life and living things; it is
His secret, and he keeps it We must bear,
And some of us resist and both in vain.
His seraphs say; but it is worth the trial,
Since better may not be without: there Is
A wisdom in the spirit, which directs
To right as in the dim blue air the eye
Of you, young mortals, lights at once upon
The star which watches, welcoming the mom.

Adah. It is a beautiful star; I love it for
Its beauty.

Lucifer. And why not adore?

Adah. Our father

Adores the Invisible only.

Lucifer. But the symbols

Of the Invisible are the loveliest
Of what is visible; and yon bright star
Is leader of the host of heaven.

Adah. Our father

Saith that he has beheld the God himself
Who made him and our mother.

Lucifer. Hast thou seen bin; J

Adah. Yes — in his works.

Lucifer. But in his being?

Adah. Ho —

Save in my father, who is God's own image;
Or in his angels, who arc like to thee —
And brighter, yet less beautiful and powerful
In seeming: as the silent sunny noon.
All light, they look upon us; but thou seem'st
Like an ethereal night, where long white clouds
Streak the deep purple, and unnumber'd stars
Spangle the wonderful mysterious vault
With things that look as if they would be suns;
So beautiful, unnumber'd, and endearing,
Not dazzling, and yet drawing us to them.
They till my eyes with tears, and so dost thou.
Thou seem'st unhappy: do not make us so,
And I will weep for thee.'

which it will do Lord B. no credit to name, — the r "Faublas."J

* [In the drawing of Cain himself, there Is mud

Lucifer. Alas! those tears!

Couldst thou bat know what oceans will be shed

Adak. By me?
Lucifer. By all.

Adah. What all?

| Lmcifer. The million millions —

The myriad myriads — the all-peopled earth —
The unpeopled earth — and the o'er-peopled hell,
Of which tby bosom is the germ.

Adak. O Cain!

This spirit curseth us.

Cain. Let him say on;

Him will I follow.
Allah. Whither?

Lmcifer. To a place

Whence he shall come back to thee in an hour;
But in that hour see things of many days.
Adah. How can that be?

Lucifer. Did not your Maker make

Out of old worlds this new one in few days?
And cannot I, who aided in this work,
Show in an hour what he hath made in many,
Or oath destroy'd in few?

Cain. Lead on.

Adah. Will he,

In with, return within an hour?

Lucifer. He shall.

1th us acts are exempt from time, and we
Can crowd eternity into an hour,
Or stretch an hour into eternity:
*> breathe not by a mortal measurement—
But that's a mystery. Cain, come on with me.

Adah. Will he return?

Lucifer. Ay, woman! he alone

Of mortals from that place (the first and last
Who shall return, save One),—shall come back to

To make that silent and expectant world
As populous as this: at present there
An few inhabitants.
Adah. Where dwellest thou ? ,

Lucifer. Throughout all space. Where should I
dwell? Where are
Thy God or Gods — there am I: all things are
Divided with me: life and death—and time—
Eternity—and heaven and earth—and that
Which is not heaven nor earth, but peopled with
Those who once peopled or shall people both —
These are my realms I So that I do divide
Ifu, and possess a kingdom which is not
1 Hit. If I were not that which I have said,
I Coald I stand here? His angels are within
Tour vision.

Ailah. So they were when the fair serpent Spoke with our mother first

Lucifer. Cain I thou hast heard.

If thou dost long for knowledge, I can satiate
That thirst; nor ask thee to partake of fruits

It teems, however, as if. In the effort to pive ta Lobfer that "spiritual politeness " which the poet professes to hare in view, he has reduced him rather below the «and«M of diabolic dignity, which was necessary to his dramatic interest. He has scarcely " given the devil his due." we thought Lord Byron knew 1.,-tter. Milton's Satan, with fcfs faded majesty, and blasted but n»>i obliterated glory, holds » suspended between terror and amuirinrnt, with something t&tan of his spirit Or] essence and lost estate; but Lord Byrne, has Introduced him to us as elegant, pensive, and irjlirui. with an air of sadness and suffering that ranks him wafc Use oppressed, and bespeaks our pity. — Brit. Or it.}

Which shall deprive thee of a single good
The conqueror has left thee. Follow me.
Cain. Spirit, I have said it.

[Exeunt Lucifer and Cash. Adah (follows, exclaiming). Cain I my brother 1 Cain 1'


The Abyss of Space. *

Cain. I tread on air, and sink not; yet I fear To sink.

Lucifer. Have faith in me, and thou shalt be Borne on the air, of which I am the prince.

Cain. Can I do so without Impiety?

Lucifer. Believe — and sink not! doubt — and perish 1 thus Would run the edict of the other God, Who names me demon to his angels ; they Echo the sound to miserable things, Which, knowing nought beyond their shallow senses, Worship the word which strikes their ear, and deem Evil or good what is proclalm'd to them In their abasement I will have none such: Worship or worship not thou shalt behold The worlds beyond thy little world, nor be Amerced for doubts beyond thy little life, With torture of my dooming. There will come An hour, when, toss'd upon some water-drops,3 A man shall say to a man, " Believe in me, And walk the waters;" and the man shall walk The billows and be safe. J will not say, Believe in me, as a conditional creed To save thee ; but fly with me o'er the gulf Of space an equal flight and I will show What thou dar'st not deny,—the history Of past and present, and of future worlds.

Cain. Oh, god, or demon, or whate'er thou art, Is yon our earth?

Lucifer. Dost thou not recognise

The dust which form'd your father?

Cain. Can it be?

Yon small blue circle, swinging in far ether,
With an inferior circlet near It still,
Which looks like that which lit our earthly night?
Is this our Paradise? Where are its walls,
And they who guard them?

Lucifer. Point me out the site

Of Paradise.

Cain. How should I? As we move Like sunbeams onward, it grows small and smaller, And as it waxes little, and then less. Gathers a halo round it like the light Which shone the roundest of the stars, when I Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise:

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Methinks they both, as we recede from them,
Appear to join the Innumerable stars
Which are around us; and, as we move on,
Increase their myriads.

Lucifer. And If there should be

Worlds greater than thine own, inhabited
By greater things, and they themselves far more
In number than the dust of thy dull earth,
Though multiplied to animated atoms,
All living, and all doom'd to death, and wretched,
What wouldst thou think?

Cain. I should be proud of thought

Which knew such things.

Lucifer. But if that high thought were Link'd to a servile mass of matter, and, Knowing such things, aspiring to such things, And science still beyond them, were chain'd down To the most gross and petty paltry wants, AU foul and fulsome, and the very best Of thine enjoyments a sweet degradation, A most enervating and filthy cheat To lure thee on to the renewal of Fresh souls and bodies, all foredoom'd to be As frail, and few so happy1

Cain. Spirit! I

Know nought of death, save as a dreadful thing
Of which I have heard my parents speak, as of
A hideous heritage I owe to them
No less than life; a heritage not happy,
If I may judge, till now. But, spirit 1 if
It be as thou hast said (and I within
Feel the prophetic torture of its truth),
Here let me die: for to give birth to those
Who can but suffer many years, and die,
Methinks is merely propagating death,
And multiplying murder.

Lucifer. Thou canst not

AU die—there is what must survive.

Cain. The Other

Spake not of this unto my father, when
He shut him forth from Paradise, with death
Written upon his forehead. But at least
Let what is mortal of me perish, that
I may be in the rest as angels are.

Lucifer. I am angelic: wouldst thou be as I am?

Cain. I know not what thou art: I see thy power, And see thou show'st me things beyond my power, Beyond all power of my born faculties, Although inferior still to my desires And my conceptions.

Lucifer. What are they which dwell

So humbly in their pride, as to sojourn
With worms in clay?

Cain. And what art thou who dwellest

1 [It if nothing leu than absurd to suppose, that Lucifer cannot well be expected to talk like an orthodox divine, and that the conversation of the first Rebel and the first Murderer was not likelv to bo very unexceptionable; or to plead the authority of Milton, or the authors of the old mysteries, for such offensive colloquies. The fact is, that here the whole argument—and a very elaborate and specious argument it is — is directed against the goodness or the power of the Deity; and there is no answer so much as attempted to the offensive doctrines that are so strenuously inculcated. The Devil and his pupil have the field entirely to themselves, and are encountered with nothing but feeble obtestations and un. reasoning horrors. Nor is this argumentative blasphemy a mere incidental deformity that arises in the course of an action directed to the common sympathies of our nature. It forms, on the contrary, the great staple of the piece, and oc. cuples, we should think, not less than two thirds of it; so that it is really difficult to believe that it was written for any other

So haughtily in spirit, and canst range
Nature and immortality—and yet
Seem'st sorrowful?

Lucifer. I seem that which I am;

And therefore do I ask of thee, if thou
Wouldst be immortal 1

Cain. Thou hast said, I must be

Immortal in despite of me. I knew Dot
This until lately—but since it must be,
Let me, or happy or unhappy, learn
To anticipate my Immortality.

Lucifer. Thou didst before I came upon thee.

Cain. How?

Lucifer. By suffering.

Cain. And must torture be immortal!

Lucifer. We and thy sons will try. But now, behold 1 Is It not glorious?

Cain. Oh, thou beautiful

And unimaginable ether! and
Te multiplying masses of increased
And still increasing lights 1 what are ye? what
Is this blue wilderness of interminable
Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden?
Is your course measured for ye? Or do ye
Sweep on in your unbounded revelry
Through an aerial universe of endless
Expansion—at which my soul aches to think—
Intoxicated with eternity?
Oh God I Oh Gods'. or whatsoe'er ye are!
How beautiful ye are! how beautiful
Your works, or accidents, or whatsoe'er
They may be! Let me die, as atoms die
(If that they die), or know ye in your might
And knowledge I My thoughts are not in this hour
Unworthy what I see, though my dust is;
Spirit I let jne expire, or see them nearer.

Lucifer. Art thou not nearer? look back to thine earth!

Cain. Where is it? I see nothing save a mass Of most innumerable lights.

Lucifer. Look there!

Cain. I cannot see it

Lucifer. Yet it sparkles still

Cain. That!—yonder I

Lucifer. Yea.

Cain. And wilt thou tell me so!

Why, I have seen the fire-flies and fire-worms
Sprinkle the dusky groves and the green banks
In the dim twilight, brighter than yon world
Which bears them.

Lucifer. Thou hast seen both worms and worids. Each bright and sparkling—what dost think of them?

purpose than to Inculcate these doctrines ; or, at least, to discuss the question upon which they bear. Now, w« fan certainly have no objection to Lord Byron writing ail esssy on the origin of evil, and sifting the whole of that vast and perplexing subject, with the force and the freedom that be expected and allowed in a fair philosophical discusf on; but we do not think it fair thus to argue it partially and amore, in the name of Lucifer and Cain, without the responsibility or the liability to answer, that would attach to s philosophical disputant; and in a form which both doubles the danger, if the sentiments are pernicious, and almcst precludes his opponents from the possibility of a reply. Jeffrey. — " What does Jeffrey mean by tlaborf' Why I they were written as fast as I could put pen to psptr, in the midst of evolutions, and revolutions, and persef i.^-',t * and proscriptions of all who Interested me in Italy."—Byn* Lctterl.]


On That they are beautiful In their own sphere, And that the night, which makes both beautiful, The little shining tire-fly in its flight, And the immortal star In its great course, Must both be guided.

Lucifer. But by whom or what?

Grin. Show me.

Lucifer. Dar'st thou behold?

Cain. How know I what

I dare behold? As yet, thou hast shown nought
I due not gaie on further.

Lucifer. On, then, with me.

Kouldst thou behold things mortal or immortal?

Cain. Why, what are things?

Lucifer. Both partly: but what loth

Sit next thy heart?

Coin. The things I see.

Lucifer. But what

Suit nearest it!

Cain. The things I have not seen,

Xor ever shall—the mysteries of death. [died,

Lucifer. What, if I show to thee things which have As I have shown thee much which cannot die »

Cain. Do so.

Lucifer. Away, then! on our mighty wings. Cain. Oh! how we cleave the blue 1 The stars fade from us!

The earth! where is my earth? Let me look on it, For I nas made of it.

Lucifer. "T is now beyond thee,

Less, in the universe, than thou in it;
Trt deem not that thou canst escape it; thou
Shalt soon return to earth, and all its dust:
T is part of thy eternity, and mine.

Cain. Where dost thou lead me?

Lucifer. To what was before thee!

The phantasm of the world; of which thy world h but the wreck.

Cain. What! is it not then new?

Lucifer. No more than life is; and that was ere thou

Or / nere, or the things which seem to us

Greater than either: many things will have

Ho end; and some, which would pretend to have

Had no beginning, have had one as mean

Aj thou; and mightier things have been extinct

To make way for much meaner than we can

Surmise; for moments only and the space

Have been and must be all unchangeable.

But changes make not death, except to clay;

But thou art clay, — and canst but comprehend

That which was clay, and such thou shalt behold.

Cain. Clay, spirit! what thou wilt, I can survey.

Lucifer. Away, then!

Cain. But the lights fade from me fast

And some till now grew larger as we approach'd,
And wore the look of worlds.

Lucifer. And such they are.

Cui». And Edens in them?

Lucifer. It may be.

[It li not very easy to perceive what natural or rational W'jra the Devil proposes to himself in carrying hit disciple QjNttp the aoysi of space, to show him that repository of vtoch we remember hearing something in our Infant days, vbere the old moons are hung up to dry." To prove that 'we is a |ife beyond the grave, was surely no part of his Mttuwti when ne was engaged in fostering the indignation of «e who repined at the necessity of dying. And, though it Vmu lecra, that entire Hades is. in Lord Byron's picture, a P*e of suffering, yet, when Lucifer himself had premised

Cain. And men?

Lucifer. Yea, or things higher.

Cain. Ay? and serpents too?

Lucifer. Wouldst thou have men without them? must no reptiles Breathe save the erect ones?

Cain. How the lights recede!

Where fly we?

Lucifer. To the world of phantoms, which Are beings past, and shadows still to come.

Cain. But it grows dark and dark — the stars are gone!

Lucifer. And yet thou seest

Cain. *T is a fearful light:

No sun, no moon, no lights Innumerable.
The very-blue of the empurpled night
Fades to a dreary twilight, yet I see
Huge dusky masses: but unlike the worlds
We were approaching, which, begirt with light,
Seem'd full of life even when their atmosphere
Of light gave way, and show'd them taking shapes
Unequal, of deep valleys and vast mountains;
And some emitting sparks, and some displaying
Enormous liquid plains, and some begirt
With luminous belts, and floating moons, which tock.
Like them, the features of fair earth: — instead, ,
All here seems dark and dreadful.

Lucifer. But distinct.

Thou seekest to behold death, and dead things?

Cain. I seek it not; but as I know there are
Such, and that my sire's sin makes him and me,
And all that we inherit, liable
To such, I would behold at once, what I
Must one day see perforce.

Lucifer. Behold 1

Cain. 'T is darkness.

Lucifer. And so it shall be ever j but we will Unfold its gates!

Cain. Enormous vapours roll

Apart—what's this?

Lucifer. Enter!

Cuin. Can I return?

Lucifer. Return! be sure: how else should death be peopled? Its present realm is thin to what it will be, Through thee and thine.

Cain. The clouds still open wide

And wider, and make widening circles round us.

Lucifer. Advance I

Cain. And thou!

Lucifer. Fear not—without me thou

Couldst not have gone beyond thy world. On 1 on!

[ They disappear through the clouds.

SCENE IL Hades. > Enter Lucifer and Cain Cain. How silent and how vast are these dim worlds!

that these sufferings were the lot of those spirits who had sided with him against Jehovah, is it likely that a more accurate knowledge of them would increase Cain's eagerness for the alliance, or that he would not rather have inquired whether a better fortune did not await the adherents of the triumphant side? At all events, the spectacle of many ruined worlds was more likely to awe a mortal into submission, than to rouse him to hopeless resistance; and, even if it made him a hater of God, had no natural tendency to render him furious against a brother who was to be his fellow-suH'erer—lUuaa,]

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