Himself adored. Whatever shape or form And independent of his God, that what He had might be esteemed his own, and praised Whatever came, upon his own right hand." For the sake of specimens varying from each other as much as possible in character, we quote the following, though aware that it may suggest an unfavorable comparison with the masterly sarcasm of Cowper. It is from a description of the dead raised, and assembled for judgement.' "It was a strange assembly; none, of all Or robe professional, or air of trade. And reverence excessive, in the beams Of sacerdotal splendor lost, or if Observed, comparison ridiculous scarce Could save the little, pompous, humble man From laughter of the people, not from him Could be distinguished then the priest untithed." The next is a description given with a touch of tenderness. "Wrinkled with time, And hoary with the dust of years, an old Wide as the world; for all, that made to him The wreck of some fond hope, that touched his soul As if he could not enter. On his staff, We have room for only one more extract from a passage, to us the most natural, simple, and affecting in the Poem. It is supposed to describe the author's early hopes, wishes, and disappointments; and does, indeed, seem to come from the heart. "One of this mood I do remember well. We name him not,-what now are earthly names?— These fled away, and anxious thought, that wished He listened, and heard from far the voice of fame, And deeper vowed again to keep his vow. Thus stood his mind, when round him came a cloud, Of ills, we mention not. Enough to say, He called philosophy, and with his heart On which to rest a hope; but sought in vain. grew. At length he sunk, and Disappointment stood Told all was passed. His interest in life, And shuddered as he felt his powers of mind The blue heavens withered, and the moon, and sun, Like something which had been, appeared; but now Of loss, he as some atom seemed, which God Our demands upon a poet are higher perhaps than would be those of many of our readers. We have spoken of the evil done to Mr. Pollok's just fame by indiscriminate praise. In the fear lest we should fall into the same mistake with others, and let our zeal for the true faith for which he wrote lead us to over-estimate his poetic merit, it is possible that we may not have done him entire justice. We have therefore given more room to selections than we well knew how to spare, that those who have not already seen the Poem might not be induced by the character of our criticism to neglect reading it. If our remarks have been rigid, we trust we have made amends by extracts from the better portions of the work. We cannot leave this Poem without recommending it as a help to the meditations of the serious, and without expressing the wish that those inclined to think full well of human nature and their own hearts, and carelessly of what God requires of them, would read it also. There is an alarming and an increasing propensity in society to both of these errors; indeed, they are necessarily coupled. We know of few works better calculated than the one we are noticing, to put an end to the vain, the worse than vain fancies of a preeminently vain age. We are also becoming more and more creatures of society. The increasing facilities of intercourse, with other circumstances, are helping to make us so. The tendency of this state of things is to give us what the world calls good-natured views of our fellowmen, or in other words, to make us less scrupulous concerning points of moral conduct, and indiscriminately familiar with the good and the unprincipled, and ready enough to expend upon ourselves something of this same good nature which we are bestowing so liberally upon the world at large. Thus much is at least true; the retired man, when occasionally amongst those living much with the world, is conscious of a depressing sensation at the absence of a certain sensitiveness where he feels quickly, and a want of earnestness and deep seriousness about that which he thinks connected with what is most important to our natures, and a disposition to pass lightly over that which lies closest to his heart. The study of the Course of Time would serve as a corrective to these false views; and though the man of the world may think its requirements high, he will not find them urged with bitterness or severity, but pressed upon him from an enlarged principle of love; which may lead him to see how differently things have appeared in his eyes, from what they have in those of a religious man, and in connexion with God. We are indebted to Mr. Pollok for having presented in their connexions some of the leading principles of the Orthodox faith. It is by attacks upon the system in parts only that its opponents ever venture to make war upon it. Assail it as a whole, and it is impregnable alike to stratagem or force. If Mr. Pollok has not done his part as well as it might have been done, let us remember that he is the first who has attempted it in verse, and that he has set a noble example. Let us, too, make all allowance for his difficulties. He not only had to set forth in poetry God's system in relation to man; but, alas for the children of this world, he had to argue with them, argue, not with their reason, but their prejudices, their self-conceit, and their evil hearts. The copy of the work before us is from the Edinburgh third edition-the only accurate one we believe-yet we have no preface, no argument to the several books, and nothing more concerning the author than can be gathered from the title-page-namely, that his Christian name was Robert, and that he was an A. M. There is something of affectation in this chariness upon the last head, now the author is gone. We learn from the Eclectic Review that he died of consumption, at the age of twenty-eight, near Southampton, in England, on his way from Scotland to Italy, for his health.* *The following additional account of Mr. Pollok is selected from the Christian Review. The Rev. Robert Pollok was born at Muirhouse, parish of Eaglesham, (N. B.,) October 19, 1798. His father still occupies the same farm, and is esteemed by his neighbors as a very worthy and intelligent person. Robert was the youngest of the family; and his early days were spent on the farm with his father, in such labors as the seasons called for. He was always fond of reading; and the winter's evenings were employed in this manner, when his companions were perhaps engaged in some trifling amusement. He is not known to have made any attempts at poetry when very young. At seventeen years of age, he commenced the study of the Latin language; and a few months after this, he produced the first poem which he is known to have committed to paper. In October, 1813, when seventeen years of age, he entered the University of Glasgow, where he studied five years at the end of which time he obtained the degree of Master of Arts. While at college he was a very diligent and exemplary student, and distinguished himself so far as to have several prizes awarded him by the suffrage of his fellows: besides the regular How many have died of this disease in early life, who have discovered an extent of acquirements and a developement of the intellectual powers, which have led us to say of one and another of them, "Had he lived, what a man he would have made!" This is probably a mistake. This disorder often operates like a forcing system, and could it be stopped, and the subject of it be allowed to live on, there would most likely be a very little further growth. It would seem as if God had, in fatherly kindness, thus early opened to the wonders of his world here the minds of those so diseased, seeing that the days appointed to them on earth were few. Often, too, they are blessed with a clear serenity of spirit and mind that makes us look upon them as half celestial creatures passing by us on their way to a better world. He of whom we have been writing, in truth, passed quickly; yet not without leaving us much for our eternal good. It may be gathered from our remarks upon the poetical merits of the Course of Time, that we think a great religious poem in our language is something still to be desired rather than already attained. exercises, he composed a number for his own pleasure and improvement, and several of these were poetical. Before he had finished his curriculum, his health was considerably impaired. In the autumn of 1822 he entered the United Secession Divinity Hall, under the care of Dr. Dick. Here his discourses attracted considerable notice, and called forth some severe criticisms from his fellow-students. A mind like his could not submit to the trammels of common divisions: the form of an essay suited better the impetuosity of his genius; and he occasionally indulged in lofty descriptions, both of character and external nature. In May, 1827, he received license to preach from the United Secession Presbytery of Edinburgh. During his previous trials he was employed superintending the printing of his poem. His first public discourse is said to have produced a powerful sensation on the audience. The text was, "How long halt ye between two opinions? If the Lord be God, follow him; but if Baal, then follow him." Some descriptive parts, respecting those who serve Baal rather than God, are said to gave been awfully grand. He preached only three other times, when he was obliged to retire from public service. His labors had been too great for his constitution, in which the seeds of consumption had long before been sown. By some medical gentlemen of eminence in Edinburgh, he was advised to try the effects of a warmer climate. Italy was his intended retreat; and, after providing himself with letters of introduction to some learned men on the Continent, he set out, accompanied by a sister. He had got as far as the neighborhood of Southampton, when, overpowered with the fatigues of travelling, he was compelled to desist. He here fevered, and after a few days, expired, far from the scenes of his birth and his studies. It is comforting to learn that Mr. Pollok's death was that of a true saint; his last moments being characterized by patience, resignation and faith. His habits were those of a close student: his reading was extensive: he could converse on almost every subject: he had a great facility in composition; in confirmation of which, he is said to have written nearly a thousand lines weekly of the last four books of the "Course of Time." The poem, as a whole, was, however, no hasty performance: it had engaged his attention long. His college acquaintances could perceive that his mind was not wholly devoted to the business of the classes; he was constantly writing or reading on other subjects. Having his time wholly to himself, he amassed a prodigious store of ideas. It was his custom to commit to the flames, every now and then, a great number of papers. He had projected a prose work of some magnitude-a review of Literature in all ages-designed to show that literature must stand or fall in proportion as it harmonizes with Scripture Revelation. But death has put an end to this, as to many other projects; and all that we can now look for, is a posthumous volume, for which we are glad to understand there are ample materials in the poems, essays, and sermons, found among his papers. Such a volume, with a memoir of the lamented youth prefixed, cannot fail to prove an acceptable offering to the public: and we hope soon to hear that it is in course of preparation. |