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L. VAN NOPPEN</h5> + +<h5>Publisher</h5> + +<h5>Greensboro, North Carolina</h5> + +<h5>1898</h5> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a name="ill01"></a> +<img src="images/ill01_vondel.jpg" width="400" alt="Portrait of Vondel" title="Portrait of Vondel" /> +Vondel. +</div> + +<h4><i>Dedicated by permission</i></h4> + +<h4><i>To the</i></h4> + +<h4><i>Holland Society of New Vork</i></h4> + +<h4><i>Which has ever shown a great interest in the</i></h4> + +<h4><i>achievements of the heroic race to which</i></h4> + +<h4><i>it proudly traces its origin</i></h4> + +<h4><i>and</i></h4> + +<h4><i>To my brother</i></h4> + +<h4><i>Charles Leonard van Noppen</i></h4> + +<h4><i>Whose inspiring love and self-sacrificing</i></h4> + +<h4><i>devotion have made this effort</i></h4> + +<h4><i>possible</i></h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4>Contents.</h4> + +<p style="margin-left: 30%;"> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Translators_Preface">Translator's Preface</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Introduction">Introduction <i>Dr. W.H. Carpenter</i></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Introduction_Dr_Kalff">Vondel and His Lucifer <i>Dr. G. Kalff</i></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Vondel">Vondel: His Life and Times. A Sketch.</a> <i>Translator</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#The_Lucifer">The "Lucifer." An Interpretation.</a> <i>Translator</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Bibliography_of_Vondelian_Literature">Bibliography</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#DEDICATION">Vondel's Dedication</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#On_the_Portrait_of_His_Imperial_Majesty_Ferdinand_the_Third">On His Majesty's Portrait</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#A_Word_to_All_Fellow-Academicians_and_Patrons_of_the_Drama">Vondel's Foreword</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Lucifer">Lucifer</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#The_Argument">The Argument</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Dramatis_Personae">Dramatis Personæ</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ACT_I">Act I. The Peaceful Joys of Paradise</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Act_II">Act II. The Cloud of Conspiracy</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ACT_III">Act III. The Gathering Gloom</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ACT_IV">Act IV. The Seething Seas of Sedition</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Act_V">Act V. Flood and Flame</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#The_Critical_Cult">The Critical Cult</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><a href="#The_American_Press">The American Press</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><a href="#From_Signed_Reviews">From Signed Reviews</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><a href="#The_London_Press">The London Press</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Board_of_the_Queen_Wilhelmina_Lectureship_Columbia_University">Letter from the Board of the Queen Wilhelmina Lectureship.</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#Parallelisms_Between_Vondel_and_Milton">Parallelisms between Vondel and Milton.</a></span> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> + +<h4>Illustrations.</h4> + +<p style="margin-left: 30%"> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill01">Portrait of Vondel</a> <i>Frontispiece</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill02">The Falling Morning Star</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill03">Lucifer</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill04">Apollion's Meeting with Belzebub and Belial</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill05">Adam and Eve in Paradise before the Fall</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill06">Chorus of Angels</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill07">The Exaltation of Man</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill08">Gabriel, the Herald and Interpreter of Heaven</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill09">The Sorrowing Angels</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill10">Michael, God's Field-marshal</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill11">The Disaffected Spirits</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill12">Rafael Pleading with Lucifer</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill13">The Battle in the Heavens</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill14">Our First Parents after the Fall</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#ill15">The Rebels in Hell</a></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<h3><a name="Translators_Preface" id="Translators_Preface"></a>Translator's Preface.</h3> + + +<p>It is with a feeling of diffidence that I offer to American readers this +the first English version of that unknown Titan, Vondel, a poet of whom +Southey's words on Bilderdÿk, another Dutch bard, might also have been +spoken:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">"The language of a state</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Inferior in illustrious deeds to none,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But circumscribed by narrow bounds,...</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hath pent within its sphere a name wherewith</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Europe should else have rung from side to side."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>This translation of the "Lucifer" is the result of years of careful +study, and I may therefore be pardoned for calling it a conscientious +effort. My object has been to give merely a literal but sympathetic +rendering. It has been my aim to preserve the old poet in all his rugged +simplicity, for every syllable of this classic has been hallowed by +centuries. It is sacred, and every change is but a desecration.</p> + +<p>Sacred as is the body of such a poem, yet how much holier is its +spirit—the elusive properties of its soul! But how seldom does the +translation of a great classic prove other than the breaking of the +chalice and the spilling of the wine! Yet if but some faint aroma of its +original beauty linger around the fragment of this offering—this +version of Vondel's grand drama—I lay down my pen content.</p> + +<p>I am aware that less accuracy and a greater freedom might in many places +have produced a more ornate and highly finished rendering; but this, it +seems to me, would have weakened a poem—a poem whose chief merit is its +remarkable virility. Every word in a translation of a classic, not in +the original, is but the alloy that lessens the proportion of true gold +in the coin of its worth. Felicitous paraphrasing is often only a +confession of inability to translate an author into the true terms of +poetical equation. Mere prettinesses are surely not to be expected in a +poem so sublime and stately. I have therefore followed the text of the +original very closely.</p> + +<p>The body of the drama was written by Vondel in rimed Alexandrines. This +part of the play I have rendered into blank verse—a metrical form far +better suited to the English drama, and also more adapted to the genius +of our language. It is obvious, too, that this admits of much greater +accuracy in the translation.</p> + +<p>I have, however, scrupulously adhered to the original metres of all the +choruses—most of them very involved and intricate, some modelled after +the antique—even to preserving the feminine and interior rimes; for the +utility and beauty of the chorus is in its music, and the music consists +in both metre and rime. I have also generally followed Vondel's +capitalization and punctuation, and his spelling of the names of the +characters, as Belzebub, Rafael, Apollion, etc.</p> + +<p>With the much discussed question of Milton's indebtedness to Vondel this +effort has nothing to do. I mention this merely to show that this +version was not made that it might be adduced as proof of Vondel's +influence on his great English contemporary. It has a much higher reason +to commend it; namely, the intrinsic value of the original as a poem and +as a national masterpiece. My desire has been to give Vondel; and Vondel +is a sufficient justification.</p> + +<p>At the same time, I was not displeased when I received a letter from a +distinguished American scholar, stating that this translation also +incidentally fills a wide gap in the Miltonic criticism, and that it +thus supplies a great desideratum.</p> + +<p>With this version of Vondel's masterpiece I have also been asked to give +a sketch of the poet and his time, and an interpretation of the drama, +since there is so little in English on the subject.</p> + +<p>In writing the former, I found much of value in Mr. Gosse's charming +essays on Vondel, in his "Northern Studies." I must also acknowledge my +great obligations to Dr. Kalff's "Life of Vondel."</p> + +<p>Before closing I wish to thank the poets and scholars of the Netherlands +for their encouragement. Their kind reception of my effort was a +gratifying surprise to me.</p> + +<p>I must also take this opportunity to record the kindness of that eminent +scholar, Dr. G. Kalff, Professor of Dutch Literature in the University +of Utrecht, who, though overwhelmed with professional duties, with the +most painstaking care examined every part of my translation, giving me, +furthermore, the benefit of his critical observations. The brilliant +article on Vondel and his "Lucifer," with which he has favored this +volume, is an added reason for my gratitude.</p> + +<p>I also thank Dr. W.H. Carpenter of Columbia University for his kind +interest in my work, and for his invaluable introduction.</p> + +<p>And, finally, to my friends, Prof. Henry Jerome Stockard, the Southern +poet; Dr. Thomas Hume, Professor of English Literature in the University +of North Carolina; and Dr. C. Alphonso Smith, Professor of English in +the University of Louisiana, I also express my thanks for some excellent +suggestions.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="Introduction" id="Introduction"></a>Introduction.</h3> + +<h4>Vondel's Lucifer in English.</h4> + + +<p>It has become a matter of literary tradition, in Holland and out of it, +that the choral drama of "Lucifer" is the great masterpiece of Dutch +literature. The Dutch critics, however, are by no manner of means +unanimous in this opinion. In point of fact, it has been assigned by +some a place relatively subordinate among the works of this "Dutch +Shakespeare," as they are fond of calling Vondel at home. No other one, +however, in the long list of his dramas and poems, from the "Pascha" of +1612 to his last translations of 1671, the beginning and the end of a +literary career, in which one of the greatest of Dutch writers on its +history has pronounced the poetry of the Netherlands to have attained +its zenith, will, none the less, so strongly appeal to us, outside of +Holland, as does the "Lucifer." Vondel's tragedy "Gysbreght van Amstel" +may have found far greater favor as a drama, and the poet may possibly +in his lyrics have risen to his greatest height; but neither the one nor +the other, in spite of this, can have such supreme claims upon our +attention.</p> + +<p>Why this is so is dependent upon a variety of reasons. It is not solely +on account of the lofty character of the subject, nor because we have an +almost identical one in a great poem in English literature, between +which and the "Lucifer" there is a more than generic resemblance. The +question of Milton's indebtedness to Vondel is no longer to be +considered an open one, and has resolved itself into an inquiry simply +as to the amount of the influence exerted. This is an interesting phase +of the matter, and, since it involves one of our great classics, an +important one. The two poems, nevertheless, however great this influence +may be shown to be, are by no manner of means alike in detail, and one +main source of interest to us, to whom "Paradise Lost" is a heritage, is +undoubtedly to compare the treatment of such a subject by two great +poets of different nationalities. The paramount reason, however, why +the "Lucifer" should appeal to us is because it is, in reality, one of +the great poems of the world; because of its inherent worth, its +seriousness of purpose, the sublimity of its fundamental conceptions, +its whole loftiness of tone. When the critics praise others of Vondel's +works for excellences not shared by the "Lucifer," they extol him +immeasurably, for there is enough in this poem alone to have made its +author immortal.</p> + +<p>It is a matter of surprise that down to the present time there has been +no English translation of "Lucifer," although, after all, its neglect is +but a part of the general indifference among us to the literature of +Holland in all periods of its history. Why this should be so is not +quite apparent; for wholly apart from the important question of action +and reaction as a constituent part of the world's literature, the +literature of Holland has in it, in almost every phase of its +development, sublimities and beauties of its own which surely could not +always remain hidden. An era of translation was sure to set in, and it +is a matter of significance that its herald has even now appeared.</p> + +<p>That the first considerable translation of any Dutch poet into English +should be Vondel, and that the particular work rendered should be the +"Lucifer," is, from the preëminent place of writer and poem in the +literature of the Netherlands, altogether apt.</p> + +<p>It is particularly fitting, however, that such an English translation, +both because it is first and because it is Vondel, should be put forth, +beyond all other places, from this old Dutch city of New York. There is +surely more than a passing interest in the thought that, at the time of +the appearance of Vondel's "Lucifer" in old Amsterdam, in 1654, its +reading public was in part New Amsterdam, as well. Whether any copy of +the book ever actually found its way over to the New Netherlands is a +matter that it is hardly possible now to determine; but that it might +have been read in the vernacular as readily here as at home is a fact of +history. Only two years after the publication of the "Lucifer," that is +in 1656, Van der Donck, as his title page states, "at the time in New +Netherland," printed his "Beschryvinge van Nieuw-Nederlant," in which +occurs the familiar picture of "Nieuw Amsterdam op 't Eylant +Manhattans," with its fort, and flagstaff, and windmill, its long row of +little Dutch houses, and its gibbet well in the foreground as an +unmistakable symbol of law and order.</p> + +<p>Strikingly enough, too, during the lifetime of Vondel we were making our +own contributions to Dutch literature; modest they certainly may have +been, but real none the less. Jacob Steendam, the first poet of New +York, wrote here at least one of his poems, the "Klagt van +Nieuw-Amsterdam," printed in Holland in 1659, and from this same period +are the occasional verses of those other Dutch poets, Henricus Selyns, +the first settled minister of Brooklyn, and of Nicasius de Sille, first +colonial Councillor of State under Governor Stuyvesant. Steendam, after +he had returned from these shores to the Fatherland, is still a New +Netherlander in spirit, for he continued to sing in vigorous, if homely, +verses of the land he had left, which in his long poems, "'T Lof van +Nieuw-Nederland," and "Prickel-Vaersen" he paints in glowing colors:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nieuw-Nederland, gy edelste Gewest</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Daar d'Opperheer (op 't heerlijkst) heeft gevest</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">De Volheyt van zijn gaven: alder-best</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">In alle Leden.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dit is het Land, daar Melk en Honig vloeyd:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dit is't geweest, daar't Kruyd (als dist'len) groeyd:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dit is de Plaats, daar Arons-Roede bloeyd:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Dit is het Eden.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>A translation of Vondel, from what has been said, is, accordingly, in a +certain sense, a rehabilitation, a restoration to a former status that +through the exigency of events has been lost. While this may be +considered from some points of view but a curiosity of coincidence, it +is in reality, as has been assumed, much more than that: it is a +pertinent reminder of our historical beginnings, a harking back to the +century that saw our birth as a province and as a city, to the mother +country and to the mother tongue.</p> + +<p>Of the literature of Holland, from the lack of opportunity, we know far +too little. The translation into English of Vondel's "Lucifer" is not +only in and for itself an event of more than ordinary importance in +literary history, but it cannot fail to awaken among us a curiosity as +to what else of supreme value maybe contained in Dutch literature, and +thereby, in effect, form a veritable "open sesame" to unlock its hidden +treasures.</p> + +<p>WM. H. CARPENTER,</p> + +<p> +<i>Professor of Germanic Philology,</i><br /> +<i>Columbia University, New York.</i><br /> +</p> + +<p>NEW YORK, <i>April</i> 4, 1898.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="Introduction_Dr_Kalff" id="Introduction_Dr_Kalff"></a>Introduction: Dr. Kalff.</h3> + + +<p>When Vondel, in 1653, finished his "Lucifer," he stood, notwithstanding +his sixty-six laborious years, with undiminished vigor upon one of the +loftiest peaks in his towering career.</p> + +<p>A long road lay behind him, in some places rough and steep, though ever +tending upwards. What had he not experienced, what had he not endured +since that day in 1605 when he contributed a few faulty strophes to a +wedding feast—the first product of his art of which we have any +knowledge!</p> + +<p>After a long and wearisome war, full of brilliant feats of arms, his +countrymen had, at length, closed a treaty full of glory to themselves +with their powerful and superior adversary. The Republic of the United +Netherlands had taken her place among the great powers of the earth. In +the East and in the West floated the flag of Holland. Over far-distant +seas glided the shadows of Dutch ships, <i>en route</i> to other lands, +bearing supplies to satisfy their needs, or speeding homewards freighted +with riches.</p> + +<p>Prince Maurice was dead. Frederic Henry and William II. had come and +gone. De Witt, however, guided the helm of the ship of state; and as +long as De Ruyter stood on the quarter-deck of his invincible "Seven +Provinces" no reason existed to inspire an Englishman with a "Rule +Britannia."</p> + +<p>Knowledge soared on daring wings. Art reigned triumphant. The Stadhuis +at Amsterdam was nearing completion. Rembrandt's "Night Patrol" already +hung in the great hall of the Arquebusiers, and his "Syndics of the +Cloth Merchants" was soon to be begun.</p> + +<p>Fulness of life, growth of power, and the extension of boundaries were +everywhere apparent. The life of the period is like an impressive +pageant: in front, proud cavaliers, in high saddles, on their prancing +steeds, with splendid colors and dazzling weapons, while silk banners +gorgeously embroidered are waving aloft; in the rear, beautiful +triumphal chariots and picturesque groups; around stands a clamorous +multitude that for one moment forgets its cares in the glow of that +splendor, though often only kept in restraint with difficulty.</p> + +<p>In the midst of this busy, murmurous scene, Vondel with steady feet +pursued his own way; often, indeed, lending his ear to the voices with +which the air reverberated, or feasting his eyes upon color and form; +often, too, lifting his voice for attack or defence; though still more +often with averted glance, and lost in meditation, listening to the +voice within.</p> + +<p>Life had not left him untried. In many a contest, especially in his +struggles against the Calvinistic clergy, he had strengthened his belief +on many a doubtful point, developed his powers, and sharpened his +understanding.</p> + +<p>He had lost two lovely children; his tenderly beloved wife, who lived +for him, had left him alone; his conversion to Catholicism had cost him +much internal strife, and had brought with it the loss of former +friends; his oldest son, Joost, had plunged him into financial +difficulties, which resulted in ruin: yet beneath all this his sturdy +strength did not fail him.</p> + +<p>The fire of his spirit, not suppressed or smothered by the piled-up fuel +of early learning, but constantly and richly fed with that which was +best, burned with a fierce flame, ever hungry for new food. Treasures of +art and knowledge he had gathered, even as the honey-bee culls her +store out of all meadows and flowers; for towards art and knowledge his +heart ever inclined—towards those muses of whom, in his "Birthday Clock +of William Van Nassau," he said:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"For whom all life I love; and without whom, ah me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The glorious majesty of sun I could not gladly see."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>In an awe-inspiring number of long and short poems, he had, since those +first lame verses, developed his art; he had taught his understanding to +make use of life-like forms in the construction of his dramas; his +feelings he had made deeper and more refined; his taste he had ennobled; +his self-restraint he had increased; his technique he had made perfect.</p> + +<p>Did his Bible remain the fount from which he preferred to draw the +material for his dramas, he also gladly borrowed his motifs from the +past of classical antiquity, and from the every-day Netherland life +around him. His own fiery belief and deep convictions, and irrepressible +desire to give vent to them, caused the person of the poet to be seen +more clearly in his characters than we observe to be the case in the +productions of his masters, the classic tragedians.</p> + +<p>"Palamedes" is a tempestuous defence of the great statesman +Oldenbarneveldt—a defence full of intemperate passion, bitter reproach, +and burning satire. How fiercely glows there, in each word, in each +answer, in transparent allusion and in scornful irony, the fire of party +spirit! How often, too, do we there hear the voice of the poet himself, +as it trembles with tender sympathy or with lofty indignation!</p> + +<p>"Gÿsbrecht van Amstel," a subject dearer to the burghers of Amsterdam +than most others, is illuminated with the soft glimmer of altar-candles +mingled with airy incense. That same light, that same perfume, we also +perceive in "Maeghden," "Peter en Pauwels," and "Maria Stuart."</p> + +<p>The Christ-like, humble thankfulness of a Dutch burgher falls upon our +ears in the "Leeuwendalers," that charming pastoral, in which the wanton +play of whistling pipe and reed is constantly relieved by the silvery +pure tones of ringing peace-bells.</p> + +<p>Does the history of the development of the Vondelian drama teach us more +about the man Vondel, it also most clearly shows us the evolution of the +artist. Especially after his translation of "Hippolytus" he had weaned +himself from the style of Seneca. More and more he became filled with +the grandeur of the Greek tragedians, Sophocles and Euripides above all +others. Æschylus he had not yet made his own; that hour was not yet +come.</p> + +<p>In "Gÿsbrecht van Amstel" we feel, for the first time, that Vondel +acknowledges the Greeks as his masters, that he strives to follow them +in their sublime simplicity; in their naturalness, that never +degenerates to the gross; in their freedom of movement, so different +from the stiffness of the school of Seneca; in the exquisitely delicate +manner in which the lyric is introduced into the drama. In "Joseph in +Dothan," "Leeuwendalers," and "Salomon," we behold the poet pursuing the +same path, and here the influence of the Greeks is still more +perceptible.</p> + +<p>We have attempted in a few rapid strokes to give a brief outline of the +time in which the tragedy "Lucifer" had its origin, and also of the man, +the poet, who created it.</p> + +<p>When Vondel first conceived the plan of writing this tragedy is not +known. However, it is well known that this subject had early made an +impression upon him. In the collection of prints entitled "Gulden +Winkel" (1613), for which Vondel wrote the accompanying mottoes, we +already find the Archangel whom God had doomed to the pit of hell. In +the "Brieven der Heilige Maeghden" (1642), and in "Henriette Marie +t'Amsterdam" (1642), we also find mention of the revolt of the +Archangel. In the first-named work the strife between Michael and +Lucifer, with their legions, is already seen in prototype. About 1650 he +had undoubtedly resolved upon a plan to expand this subject into a +tragedy.</p> + +<p>Was the fallen Archangel for a long period thus ever present to the +poet's eye? Did that subject so enthrall him that, at last, he could no +longer resist the impelling desire to picture it after his own fashion? +For the causes of this interest we shall not have far to seek.</p> + +<p>The seventeenth century was, more than almost any other, the age of +authority, and "Lucifer" is the tragedy of the individual in his revolt +against authority. Vondel, the Catholic Christian, to whom the ruling +power was holy—holy because it came from God; Vondel, the Amsterdam +burgher, reared in the fear of the Lord, and full of reverence for those +in authority as long as his conscience approved; Vondel must thus have +been deeply impressed by the thought of the presumptuous attempt of the +Stadholder of God, "the fairest far of all things ever by God created," +in his revolt against the "Creator of his glory." Out of this deep +agitation this tragedy was born.</p> + +<p>Only a genius such as that of Vondel or Milton could bring itself to +undertake so dubious a task—out of such material to create a poem; +only the highest genius could succeed in such gigantic attempt. Only +such a poet can translate us on the mighty wings of his imagination into +the portals of heaven; can present to us angels that at the same time +are so human that we can put ourselves in their place, but who, +nevertheless, remain for us a higher order of beings; can dare to bring +into a drama a representation of God, without offending His majesty.</p> + +<p>With chaste taste the poet has only rapidly sketched the scene of the +drama; by means of a few suggestive strokes, awaking in reader and +hearer a sympathetic conception: an illimitable spaciousness radiant +with light; an eternal sunshine, more beautiful than that of earth, +mirroring itself in the blue crystalline, above which hover hosts of +celestial angels; here and there in the background, the dazzling +pediments, towers, and battlements of ethereal palaces; far away, upon +the heights beyond, the golden port, from which God's "Herald of +Mysteries" came down into view. The earth lies immeasurably far below; +high, high above, "So deep in boundless realms of light," God reigns +upon His throne.</p> + +<p>In that endless vast live and move the inhabitants of Heaven in tranquil +enjoyment. "Grief never nestled 'neath those joyful eaves" until the +creation of man. Pride and envy now awake in the breasts of the angels, +and their suffering begins.</p> + +<p>Lucifer's passionate pride, which in its outbursts occasionally reminds +us of the heroes of Seneca; his dissimulation in the conversation with +the rebellious angels; his wretchedness when Rafael has opened his eyes +to an appreciation of his position; his obstinate resistance and untamed +defiance—all this Vondel has portrayed for us in a masterly manner. +Belzebub, more than Lucifer, is the real genius of evil, the wicked one. +He is this in his inclination towards subtle mockery and sarcasm; in his +hypocrisy; in his wily use of Lucifer's weakness to incite him to +destruction; in the art with which he, while himself behind the curtain, +directs the course of events.</p> + +<p>After the grand overture of the drama, wherein men and angels are placed +over against one another, we see how, in the second act, Lucifer comes +on the scene, mounted on his battle chariot, excited, embittered; and +then the action develops itself in a remarkably even manner. The clouds +roll together; more threateningly, more heavily they impend; the light +that glows from the towers and battlements of Heaven grows tarnished; +the seditious angels gradually lose their lustre; the thunder +approaches with dull rumblings; one moment it is stayed, even at the +point of outbursting, where Rafael, "oppressed and wan," throws himself +appealingly on Lucifer's neck; then it precipitates itself in a terrible +storm of strife between desperate rage and the powers above. The fall of +man is the sombre afterpiece of this intensely interesting drama.</p> + +<p>All of this is discussed in verses that know not their equal in nobility +of sound, in fulness and purity of tone, in rapidity of change from +tenderness to strength, in wealth of coloring.</p> + +<p>Through its opulence and beauty this tragedy holds a unique place in our +literature. Only "Adam in Ballingschap" can be placed beside it. Only +Vondel can with Vondel be compared. If, however, one should compare this +production with the best that has been produced in this kind of poetry +by other nations, its splendor remains undimmed; beside the masterpieces +of Æschylus, Dante, and Milton, Vondel's maintain an equal place.</p> + +<p>To this tragedy and to other works of Vondel and of some of our other +poets we proudly point, if strangers ask us in regard to our right to a +place in the world's literature. It could, therefore, not be otherwise +than that a Netherlander who loves his countrymen should be glad when +the bar between his literature and that of the outside world is raised; +when other nations are furnished occasion to admire one of our national +treasures, and are thereby enabled to have a better knowledge of the +character and the significance of our people.</p> + +<p>We heartily rejoice over the fact that Vondel's drama has been +translated into English by an American for Americans, with whom we +Netherlanders have from time immemorial been on a friendly footing. We +rejoice, too, that this rendering into a language which is more of a +world tongue than our own will also give to Englishmen an opportunity to +enjoy Vondel's work.</p> + +<p>Were this translation an inferior one, or were it only mediocre, we +should have no reason to be glad. Then, surely, it were better that the +translation had never been made; for to be unknown is better than to be +misknown.</p> + +<p>But in this case it is otherwise. Although no translation can entirely +compensate for the lack of the original, it is, however, possible for +the original to be followed very closely. This is well shown by this +rendering, which to a high degree possesses the merit of accuracy, +while, at the same time, the spirit and the character of Vondel's +tragedy are felt, understood, and interpreted in a remarkable manner.</p> + +<p>Whoever is in a position, by the comparison of the translation with the +original, to form an individual opinion of Van Noppen's work, will +probably be convinced, even as I have been, that here an extraordinarily +difficult task has been magnificently done. May this translation, +therefore, aid in the spreading of Vondel's fame. May it also be +followed by many another equally admirable rendering of the poetry and +prose of the Netherlands, and may thereby, furthermore, the bond be +drawn more closely between America and that land which at one time +possessed the opportunity to be the mother-country.</p> + +<p>G. KALFF,</p> + +<p> +<i>Professor of Dutch Literature,</i><br /> +<i>University of Utrecht.</i><br /> +</p> + +<p>UTRECHT, HOLLAND, <i>October</i> 10, 1897.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="Vondel" id="Vondel"></a>Vondel:</h3> + +<h4>His Life and Times.</h4> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">"Vondel! thousand thousand voices</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Echo answer—grandly sing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Praises to our greatest poet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Hailing him the poets' king."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23.5em;"><i>Dr. Schaepman.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h5>THE DUTCH RENAISSANCE.</h5> + +<p>"Yes, truly, it is a great thing for a nation that it get an articulate +voice—that it produce a man who will speak forth melodiously what the +heart of it means."</p> + +<p>Profounder truth, that keen aphorist, the Sage of Chelsea, never cast +into heroic mould.</p> + +<p>The consciousness of a great literature is a grander basis for national +exaltation than the possession of victorious fleets and invincible +battalions. The nation whose highest aspiration and most glorious +impulse, whose noblest action and deepest thought, have been +crystallized into fadeless beauty by the soul of native genius, has +surely more lasting cause for pride than she whose proudest boast is a +superiority in mere material achievement.</p> + +<p>The everlasting shall always have precedence over the momentary; the +time-serving heroics of to-day are the laughter-compelling travesties of +to-morrow; the golden colossus of one age is the brazen pigmy of the +next. Beauty alone is unfading; art alone is eternal.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"All passes: art alone</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Enduring—stays to us;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The bust outlasts the throne;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">The coin, Tiberius.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Even the gods must go;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Only the lofty rime,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Not countless years o'erflow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Not long array of time."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Happy the country blest with a heritage of noble deeds! Thrice happy she +whose glory is a treasury of noble words! Only from great actions can +gigantic thoughts be born.</p> + +<p>Nowhere was the Revival of Learning more joyfully received than in the +Netherlands. At the bidding of the Renaissance, the monasteries, those +storehouses of the knowledge of the past, unlocked their precious lore. +The classics were now for the first time conscientiously studied; not so +much for themselves, as to shed the light of the past upon the present, +to furnish suggestions for new discoveries.</p> + +<p>Erasmus was but the pioneer of a host of scholars and philosophers. +Thomas-à-Kempis was but the forerunner of a race of distinguished +literati. The following generation also studied the moderns; and the +wonderful genius of Italy, as well as the brilliant talent of France, +now lighted up the dark recesses of the Cathedral of Gothic art.</p> + +<p>The Reformation, like a tiny acorn, first pierced the rich mould of +civil life. Then bursting into the sunshine, it towered into the sky of +religious life an imperious oak. The dormant energies of the Low Germans +were now kindled into a blaze of creative activity. As in Italy, this +first revealed itself in the increased power of the cities, the +Tradesmen's Guilds, the Chambers of Rhetoric, and the growing privileges +of the citizens; for example, the burghers of Utrecht and of Amsterdam. +It next manifested itself in the Universities and in the Church.</p> + +<p>Hand in hand with this extraordinary intellectual development went the +sturdy manliness of a vigorous national life. It was the era of +enterprise and adventure; of invention and discovery. Daring was the +spirit, attainment the achievement, of this age—this age that dared +all.</p> + +<p>Proud in the philosophy wrested from experience, the race sought to +extend its intellectual empire even in the domain of transcendentalism. +Knowledge, like Prometheus, bound for centuries to the gloomy cliff of +superstition, suddenly rent its bonds and stood forth in all of its +tremendous strength, gigantic and unshackled; a god, flaming to conquer +the benighted realms of ignorance! Imagination, like a fire-plumed +steed, preened for revelries, soared to the stars, and roamed unbridled +through the boundless deep of space.</p> + +<p>The world ran riot for truth. In England, Italy, France, and Spain, as +well as in Holland, arose a race of explorers that gave to the earth +another hemisphere, and discovered another solar system in the universe +of thought.</p> + +<p>The world called loud for blood. Truth was not to be attained without +sacrifice; freedom was not to be won without battle. Universal struggle +was to precede universal achievement. A whirlwind of death now swept +over the earth, leaving in its wake carnage and disaster. The passions +of men burst asunder the chains of duty and religion, and swooped on the +nations with desolating rage.</p> + +<p>The world was in travail. Hope was born, error vanquished, tyranny +dethroned. The dawn of a new life had come. The night was over. The +sparks of war became the seeds of art. The Netherland imagination was +suddenly quickened into creative rapture by the contemplation of the +heroism of the great Orange and the founders of the Republic.</p> + +<p>A generation of fighters is always the precursor of an epoch of singers. +The panegyrist and the historian ever follow in the train of the soldier +and the statesman; the epic and the eulogy as surely in the path of +great deeds as the polemic and the satire in the track of wickedness and +folly.</p> + +<p>The sculptor and the painter are evoked from obscurity only by the call +of heroes. The musician and the poet—the voice of the ideal—stand ever +ready to blazon forth the glory of the real. Unworthy actions alone are +unsung.</p> + +<p>The foundations of the Dutch Republic had been laid by a race of +Cyclops, in whose battle-scarred forehead glowed the single eye of +freedom. A race of Titans followed, and built upon this firm foundation +a magnificent temple of art and science, above whose four golden +portals were emblazoned, chiselled in "deathless diamond," the names, +Vondel, Rembrandt, Grotius, and Spinoza, the high-priests of its +worship.</p> + +<p>It is of Vondel, the one articulate voice of Holland, whose heart ever +kept time with the larger pulse of his nation, that we would now speak.</p> + + +<h5>CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH.</h5> + +<p>Justus van den Vondel was the son of Dutch parents, and was born at +Cologne, November 17, 1587. It is curious to note that above the door of +the house where the greatest bard of the Low Germans first saw the light +hung the sign of a viol, a maker of that instrument having at one time +lived there. The poet used to point to this fact as having been +prophetic of his poetic future; and it was, surely, not an uninspiring +coincidence.</p> + +<p>The elder Vondel was a hatter, and had fled to Cologne from his native +city, Antwerp, to escape the persecution then raging against the +Anabaptists, of which church he was a zealous and devout member.</p> + +<p>In Cologne he had courted and married Sarah Kranen, whose father, Peter +Kranen, also an Anabaptist, had likewise been driven from Antwerp by the +fury of the Romanists. Peter Kranen was not without reputation in his +native city as a poet, and had won some distinction in the public +contests of the literary guilds, of one of which he was a shining +ornament. So it seems that our poet drank in the divine afflatus, as it +were, with his mother's milk.</p> + +<p>It is related that Kranen's wife, being pregnant, was unable to +accompany her husband in his hurried flight; and, being left behind, was +confined in the city prison, where her severe fright prematurely brought +on the crisis. Being strongly importuned by a cousin of the young woman, +who was required to furnish security for her re-appearance, the +magistrates finally permitted her to complete her travail at her home.</p> + +<p>After the birth of her child, when her cousin again delivered her, +sorrowful and heavy at heart, into the custody of the jailer, he +whispered comfortingly in her ear, "With this hand I have brought you +here; but with the other I shall take you away again."</p> + +<p>The time of her execution drew nigh. It was intended that she should be +burnt at the stake with a certain preacher of her sect. When this became +known, the cousin went to the dignitaries of the Church and asked if, in +case one of her children be baptized by a Catholic priest, the mother +would have a chance for her life. The clergy, ever anxious to welcome +an addition to the fold, and more desirous to save a soul than to burn a +body, replied that it might be so arranged.</p> + +<p>One of the children, a daughter, who was already with the father at +Cologne, was then hastily summoned. Upon her arrival, accordingly, she +was baptized after the manner of the Catholic ritual, and received into +the Church.</p> + +<p>The mother, now free, hastened to the arms of her joyful spouse, and the +daughter who thus saved her mother's life afterwards became the mother +of Vondel.</p> + +<p>So even Vondel's Romanism, of which much will be said farther on, might +thus be considered as foreshadowed and inherited.</p> + +<p>The year of Vondel's birth was also the year of the execution of Mary +Queen of Scots, whose tragic end he was destined to celebrate. +Shakespeare, the most illustrious poet of the hereditary enemies of +Vondel's countrymen, was just twenty-three years old, and had already +been married four years to Anne Hathaway. William the Silent, "the +Father of his Country," had only three years before, in the flower of +his age, been cut off by the red hand of the assassin.</p> + +<p>The early childhood of the poet was spent at Cologne. He never forgot +the town of his birth, and, after the manner of the poets of antiquity, +sang its glories in many an eloquent rime.</p> + +<p>After the storm of persecution had spent its fury, the Vondels slowly +returned by way of Bremen and Frankfort to the Netherlands. They rode in +a rustic wagon, across which were fastened two strong sticks. From these +was suspended a cradle, in which lay their youngest child. This +simplicity and their modest demeanor and unaffected piety so impressed +the wagoner that he was heard to say: "It is just as if I were +journeying with Joseph and Mary."</p> + +<p>The family first stopped at Utrecht, where the young "Joost" went to +school. His early education, however, was very meagre, ending with his +tenth year; so that he whose attainments were afterwards the admiration +of his scholarly contemporaries, and the wonder of posterity, commenced +life with the most threadbare equipment of learning.</p> + +<p>Surely the plastic imagination of the boy must have been wonderfully +impressed by the grandeur of that gigantic Gothic pile, the Utrecht +Cathedral, and its tremendous campanile, pointing like a huge index +finger unerringly to God, and towering so sublimely above the beautiful +old town and the fertile meadows all around!</p> + +<p>In 1597 we find the family in Amsterdam, of which flourishing city the +elder Vondel had recently become a citizen, and where he had opened a +hosiery shop.</p> + +<p>This business must have proved remunerative, as one of his younger +children, his son William, afterwards studied law at Orleans, and then +travelled to Rome, where he applied himself to theology and letters, a +course of study which in that age, even more than to-day, must have been +beyond the means of even the ordinary well-to-do citizen.</p> + +<p>Though the subject of our sketch was not so fortunate in this respect as +his younger brother, yet he made good use of his opportunities; and it +is recorded that, even before he had reached his teens, his rimes +attracted considerable attention among the friends of the family.</p> + +<p>When only thirteen years old, we find his verses complimented as showing +unusual promise. It was Peter Cornelius Hooft, the talented young poet, +son of the burgomaster of the city, who was at that time pursuing a +course of study in Italy, who incidentally made this passing reference +in an interesting rimed epistle to the Chamber of the Eglantine at +Amsterdam.</p> + +<p>This Chamber was one of the literary guilds founded in imitation of the +French <i>Collèges de Rhétorique</i>; and it played so important a part in +the literary history of the city and in the life of our poet that we ask +indulgence if an account of it cause what may seem a little digression.</p> + +<p>Under the rule of the House of Burgundy, the French feeling for dramatic +poetry had been introduced into the Netherlands. This was fostered, not +only by the exhibitions of the travelling minstrels, but also by the +impressive and often gorgeous Miracle and Mystery Plays of the clergy. +In the wake of these followed the more artistic Morality Plays. These +allegorical representations did much to create a purer taste and to +waken a greater demand for the drama.</p> + +<p>The people suddenly began to take unusual interest in declamation and in +dramatic exhibitions; and Chambers of Rhetoric, for the indulgence of +this new taste, were soon established in all of the prominent cities of +the country.</p> + +<p>These societies also began sedulously to cultivate rhetorica, or +literature, and soon became nothing less than an association of literary +guilds, bound together in a sort of social Hanseatic league, designed +for their own defence and for the fostering of their beloved art.</p> + +<p>Each was distinguished by some device, and usually bore the name of some +flower. They were wont also to compete against each other in rhetorical +contests called "land-jewels," to which they would march, costumed in +glorious masquerade, and to the sound of pealing trumpets and of shrill, +melodious airs.</p> + +<p>As was natural, the follies of the Church were too tempting a subject +for these Chambers to resist; and many of them, long before the +thundering polemics of Luther were heard, had dramatized a stinging +satire on the clergy, revealing their vices in all of their hideous +coarseness, and making their follies the butt of their unsparing +mockery.</p> + +<p>When the Reformation, therefore, trumped her battle-cry, there throbbed +a responsive echo in the hearts of the Netherlanders, long disgusted, as +they were, with the excesses of a dissolute priesthood.</p> + +<p>These societies, therefore, exerted no little influence on the social, +religious, and intellectual life of the country, and became a powerful +aid to the awakening of a national consciousness and to the up-building +of the language and the literature.</p> + +<p>Among them all, no other attained the distinction of the Chamber of the +Eglantine at Amsterdam. This Chamber, whose device was "Blossoming in +Love," was founded by Charles V., and to it belonged many of the most +prominent citizens of that opulent city. All religious discussions were +forbidden within its walls; and there, in that age of religious discord +and rabid intolerance, both Catholic and Protestant met together in the +worship of Apollo. It was to this honored body that the name of the +young Vondel was introduced, and upon him, therefore, its members kept +an attentive eye.</p> + +<p>We next hear of Vondel as a youth of seventeen. He had, it seems, all +the while been assisting his father in the cares of the little hosiery +shop; but his mind was with his books, and he employed every spare +moment in reading or in study.</p> + +<p>About this period a friend of the family was married, and the young poet +must needs try his wings. Accordingly, he wrote an epithalamium, which, +unfortunately for the poet, still survives. As might have been expected, +the too-aspiring youth soared on Icarian wings. However, he was not +conscious of this at the time; and lame and faulty as these first +efforts are, it may yet be surmised that he felt the thrill of +inspiration and the rapture of creating no less than when, in later +life, he forged those Olympian thunderbolts that fulmined over Holland, +causing tyrants to shake and multitudes to tremble.</p> + +<p>Soon after the wedding-verses, Vondel wrote a threnody on the +assassination of Henry IV. of France, which was but little better than +his former effort.</p> + +<p>We hear no more of our young poet till, like the deer-stealing youth, +Shakespeare, he stands, in his young and vigorous manhood, blushing at +the altar. Maria de Wolff was the name of the bride that the +twenty-three-year-old husband had won to share his destiny.</p> + +<p>History does not record the circumstances nor the incidents of his +wooing; but from what we know of his character, we will venture to say +that it was ardently done.</p> + +<p>Of the sonnets and the love-verses that this passion must have inspired +in the soul of the young poet nothing, unfortunately, seems to be known. +He who had, as a boy, written tolerable verses at the marriage of +another must surely, as a man, have done something better at his own.</p> + +<p>"All the world loves a lover," be he ever so humble. But the loves of +the poets are of especial interest.</p> + +<p>We therefore confess our disappointment that no record exists wherein we +could see the poet in the sweet throes of that heart-consuming passion. +But, for all that, we feel that he loved like a poet, and we know that +his marriage proved to be a most happy one.</p> + +<p>His wife was in full sympathy with his every thought and aspiration, and +wisely left her star-gazing husband to write verses while she stayed +behind the counter and sold stockings. She was the daughter of a +prosperous linen-merchant of Cologne, and was fortunately of a +practical turn of mind.</p> + +<p>Thus, when Vondel succeeded to the business of his father, she took upon +herself not only the management of the shop, but attended to the +house-keeping as well.</p> + + +<h5>ASPIRATION.</h5> + +<p>In 1612 appeared Vondel's first drama, "The Passover." It was the first +of that splendid series of Bible tragedies to which, in the field of the +sacred drama, neither ancient nor modern times furnish a parallel. This +play, which covertly celebrated the recent escape of the Hollanders from +the yoke of Spain, was played in the Brabantian Chamber of the Lavender, +to which Vondel, whose family came from Brabant, naturally belonged.</p> + +<p>This poem showed the results of his years of study, and was far superior +to his earlier efforts, indeed, it gave such promise that Vondel was +immediately invited to become a member of the Chamber of the Eglantine, +and thus at once stood on an equality with the most distinguished +literati of the day.</p> + +<p>Among these was Roemer Visscher, "the round Roemer," as he was known +among his intimates. Visscher was celebrated for his epigrams, and was +called "the Dutch Martial." He was a good type of the Dutch merchant of +his time, and on account of his wit and jollity was very popular with +the other members of the society.</p> + +<p>With his friends Coornhert and Spieghel he had taken upon himself the +serious task of purifying and enriching his native tongue.</p> + +<p>And it is in the works of these three men, who at this time were all +well advanced in years, that we first see the promise of a literature +and the consciousness of a national destiny.</p> + +<p>The stilted and artificial phraseology of the Rhetoricians was soon +succeeded by a natural, flowing style. Originality once more asserted +its right to a hearing. Nature was studied with enthusiastic +contemplation. Art was once more set on her high pedestal and +worshipped.</p> + +<p>Visscher looked with a philosophic eye on the follies of the day, and +his keenest epigrams were pointed with a honied humor that deprived them +of their sharpest sting.</p> + +<p>But it was more as a patron of letters than as a poet that he deserves +to be remembered. At his house all of the young Bohemians of the day +were wont to gather, and many the contests of wit and many the battles +in verse that took place in this, the first literary salon of the +Netherlands.</p> + +<p>But there was another attraction at the house of this worthy burgher. +The jovial Roemer had two daughters, the blooming but sober Anna and the +beautiful and vivacious Tesselschade.</p> + +<p>These young women, on account of their many personal charms and numerous +accomplishments, furnished a glowing theme to a generation of poets. It +is related that they could each play sweetly on several instruments, +sing, paint, engrave on glass, cut emblems, embroider, and converse +brilliantly.</p> + +<p>They were by no means prigs, however, for they also excelled in +healthful bodily exercise, as swimming, rowing, and skating; and they +were no less discreet and modest than accomplished and refined. Nor must +it be forgotten that they themselves also wrote verses full of sweetness +and tenderness; verses, too, not without lofty and noble sentiment, that +are yet treasured among the brightest gems in Holland's diadem of song.</p> + +<p>It was into this charming patrician circle that our middle-class poet +was now introduced, and he manfully continued his attempts to remedy the +defects in his education, that he might meet the many talented and +learned men who came there, on an equal footing.</p> + +<p>Vondel was now twenty-six years old, and began to apply himself +assiduously to the study of the languages. He took lessons in Latin +from an Englishman, and through his great industry he was soon able to +read Virgil and Ovid. He also began the study of French, and translated +"The Glory of Solomon" of Du Bartas, which he considered a most +admirable poem. About the same time he wrote his second tragedy, the +"Jerusalem Desolate," which, on account of its severe simplicity and +elevated style, was the theme of much favorable comment.</p> + +<p>At the house of the Visschers, Vondel was wont to meet, on terms of easy +comradery, among other rising young men of the day, the erratic but +brilliant Gerard Brederoo, the greatest writer of comedies that Holland +has ever produced.</p> + +<p>Brederoo was the son of a poor shoemaker of Amsterdam, and on account of +his extraordinary talents was eagerly welcomed into the most select +circles.</p> + +<p>Quite a contrast was the young aristocrat, Peter Cornelius Hooft, of +whom we have already spoken. Hooft was a patrician of the patricians, +and was the most accomplished and elegant man of his day, the first +gentleman of his age.</p> + +<p>He had already distinguished himself by several remarkable poems, a +superb pastoral, and one or two powerful tragedies.</p> + +<p>It was in the field of history and biography, however, that he was to +win his greenest laurels. His history of the Netherlands and his +biography of Henry IV. of France, written in a terse, forcible, +epigrammatic style, have gained for him the appellation of the "Dutch +Tacitus." Motley calls him one of the great historians of the world.</p> + +<p>Then there was Jan Starter, the son of an English Brownist, who was +destined to be one of the sweetest lyrists of his adopted country; and +Laurens Reael, another scion of aristocracy, a handsome young man of +some poetic power and considerable learning, fated to become the friend +of the great Oldenbarneveldt, and, after a splendid career as a soldier, +the governor-general of the Dutch East Indies.</p> + +<p>Another visitor to this hospitable house was Dr. Samuel Coster, a +dramatist of no mean ability, who is now chiefly remembered as the +founder of Coster's Academy, an institution founded in imitation of the +Accademia della Crusca of Florence.</p> + +<p>Anna and Tesselschade were, of course, the centre of this constellation +of literary stars, and few of the young men who met at their home left +it with heart unscorched by the fierce blaze of love. Vondel was already +married; but to the passion that these two beautiful women excited in +most of the others, Dutch literature owes its most exquisite love +lyrics.</p> + +<p>The ardent Hooft wooed the staid Anna only to be rejected. However, the +young knight sought and soon obtained consolation elsewhere. Brederoo, +with all the fervor of his romantic nature, poured out his soul in a +cycle of burning love poems at the feet of the golden-haired and +dark-eyed Tesselschade. To her, too, he dedicated his tragedy "Lucelle," +calling the object of his adoration "the honor of our city, the glory of +our age."</p> + +<p>Few women in any epoch have exerted such wonderful influence upon the +literature of their time. Not a poet of the day who was not inspired by +their beauty and character; not one, furthermore, who did not dedicate +to them some production of his genius. And yet they do not seem to have +been the least spoiled by such excessive notice. Their good sense and +modesty only heightened the excellent impression excited by their beauty +and their talents.</p> + +<p>How incomplete a sketch of Vondel's life and age would be without a more +than passing reference to these accomplished sisters will be better +appreciated when we see the poet himself paying court to one of them, +charmed not only into a passion of the heart, but also into taking a +step which exerted a powerful influence on his life and works.</p> + +<p>At the Visschers', in the circle of his friends, the aspiring poet was +wont to read the latest effusions of his pen; that he was much benefited +by the criticism to which his verses were there subjected cannot be +doubted.</p> + +<p>His friendship with the most noted men of the day warmed his ambition +into a fever of aspiration, and, like Milton, he early determined to +devote his whole life to the cultivation of his beloved art.</p> + +<p>With the aid of Hooft and Reael he translated the "Troades" of Seneca, +which he then sublimated into a tragedy of his own, the "Hecuba of +Amsterdam." This evoked considerable praise from the critics of the day. +At this time, also, he showed his advancement in technique and his +improvement in style by several lyrics of extraordinary merit.</p> + +<p>It was thus in the midst of an admiring circle of distinguished friends +that we find Vondel cultivating his art. There, in the bosom of that +Catholic family, the Visschers, the poets of that age found rest from +the storm of religious discord that raged without.</p> + +<p>Arminian and Gomarist, Remonstrant and Contra-Remonstrant, were waging +that fierce battle of the creeds that is yet the foulest blot upon the +fair name of the heroic and tolerant Republic.</p> + +<p>Thus the Visscher mansion was the temple of the Muses, where beauty +alone was worshipped. Religion was left by the visitor at the threshold. +Art alone was the garment that gave admittance to this wedding-feast of +poetry and philosophy.</p> + + +<h5>"STORM AND STRESS."</h5> + +<p>Whether through the contemplation of the fierce dissensions that then +raged in the little Republic, or through a natural melancholy of +temperament, Vondel now became subject to the most distressing +depression.</p> + +<p>Occasionally he would flash from his gloom into one of those firebrands +of invective that, thrown into the ranks of his enemies, created a blaze +of discord from one end of the country to the other; occasionally, also, +he was inspired for loftier themes, as his "Ode to St. Agnes," which +first showed his tendency towards Catholicism.</p> + +<p>Then he would relapse into his melancholy. He lost his appetite and +became afflicted with various bodily ills. He seemed hastening into a +decline. This lasted several years, during which several important +changes had taken place, not only among his friends, but also in the +ruling powers of the state.</p> + +<p>On the 13th of May, 1618, John van Oldenbarneveldt, the aged Advocate of +the States-General, the greatest statesman of his time, and the fiery +patriot upon whom had fallen the sacred mantle of William the Silent, +was beheaded. He had watched the destinies of the infant Republic with +the tender solicitude of a loving shepherd; he was now devoured by the +wolves who, in the guise of religion and of patriotism, had crept into +the fold. He had given eighty years of devotion to the up-building of +his country; he was now to seal that devotion with his blood. He had +made his native land a theme of glory among the nations of the earth; he +was now accused of selling that glory for the gold which he had always +despised.</p> + +<p>A thankless generation had, under the cloak of virtue, committed one of +the most infamous and revolting crimes in human annals. Where shall we +find a parallel? The gray hairs of the man, his learning, his ability, +his unsullied life, his splendid achievements in behalf of his native +land, his grand renown, his unselfish devotion, his patriotism—all this +must be considered when we compare his sad end with the fate of the +other political martyrs of history, too many of whom have been unduly +exalted by the manner of their death.</p> + +<p>Is it to be wondered at that such an important event caused the +deep-thinking poet the revulsion that only comes to high-born souls?</p> + +<p>Is it surprising, furthermore, that that revulsion found its expression +in what is perhaps the finest satirical drama of modern times?</p> + +<p>This period was the crisis in our poet's life. The Contra-Remonstrants, +or Gomarists, as the extreme Calvinists were called, having disposed of +their hated enemy Oldenbarneveldt, had now begun to play havoc with the +liberties of the people. Art and literature next suffered through the +blasting censorship of their fanatical clergy.</p> + +<p>The religious tolerance that had formed the glory of the country only a +decade before was now succeeded by a rabid bigotry that with insensate +fury cut at the vitals of all that was healthful and inspiring. Life, +property, and freedom were in peril. Nothing was safe.</p> + +<p>Grotius, "the father of international law," and also so distinguished as +a scholar that he was called the "wonder of the age," was imprisoned, +with the fate of his friend the great Advocate staring him in the face. +From this fate, moreover, he was only saved by the diplomatic ingenuity +of his devoted wife, who aided him to escape from his prison at +Loevestein, ensconced in an empty book-chest which the unsuspecting +warden of the castle thought full of books. Others of note were in +hiding or in exile.</p> + +<p>The boasted freedom of the freed Netherlands had turned to the direst +form of oppression—the tyranny of a religious oligarchy.</p> + +<p>And yet it was not an easy victory for the Contra-Remonstrants. Every +inch was bitterly contested by their foes in Christ, the moderate +Calvinists, or Remonstrants.</p> + +<p>This struggle, like the conflicts of the Florentine factions of the +Guelfs and Ghibellines, divided the country into two hostile camps. Even +those of other religions allied themselves with the one or other of +these sects; for sect had now come to mean party. Vondel, with whom +religion and patriotism were fused into one white heat, was not long in +choosing the party of the Remonstrants—the side of freedom.</p> + +<p>We shall hereafter view this remarkable man as the poet militant. For +having once taken the sword in hand, he did not let it fall until his +arm was palsied by death.</p> + +<p>Much as he loved peace, his enemies hereafter took good care that he +should never want occasion to defend himself. It must be added, however, +that the poet was even more renowned for attack than for defence. He was +ever at the head of the onset, ever in the thickest of the fray.</p> + +<p>The sword of this crusader for the liberties of his country—the most +formidable and dreaded weapon of the age—was a pen; and the production +that fell like a bombshell into the Gomarist camp was the allegorical +tragedy of "Palamedes, or Murdered Innocence."</p> + +<p>Under cover of the ancient legend of Palamedes, which lent itself most +readily to such analogy, he had portrayed the murder of the old +Advocate, and painted his judges in such strong colors and with such +accurate delineation that each was recognized, and forever invested with +the shame and infamy he so richly merited.</p> + +<p>The greatest excitement prevailed, and the first edition of the poem was +sold in a few days. The Goliath of error, slain by the pebble of satire, +lay on the ground, gasping in agony. The David who had with one swift +arm-swing of thought accomplished this wonderful feat, suddenly found +himself the most famous man in both camps.</p> + +<p>In the meantime the party in power sought to repress the book; and as +the poet was thought to be in danger of imprisonment, or of even a more +tragic fate, he was advised by his friends to go into hiding, which he +did.</p> + +<p>Threats were made against the man who had so rashly dared the fury of +those relentless iconoclasts—the reigning Gomarists. It was muttered +that he ought to be taken to The Hague to be tried, even as +Oldenbarneveldt.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Vondel was concealed at the house of Hans de Wolff, a brother +of his wife, who was also married to his sister Clementia. They were, +however, afraid to harbor him any longer; and his sister, it is said, +upbraided him for his itch for writing, saying that no good could come +of it, and that it would be better for him to attend more strictly to +his business.</p> + +<p>Vondel's only reply was, "I shall yet tell them sharper truths;" and he +straightway sat down and wrote some cutting pasquinades. These, however, +upon his sister's advice, he threw into the fire, which he afterwards +regretted.</p> + +<p>He next found shelter in the house of a friend, Laurens Baake, who +received him gladly. Here he was hidden several days; and the sons and +daughters of his host, being highly cultivated and exceedingly fond of +poetry, were much pleased with the society of so distinguished a poet, +and for him made things as comfortable as possible. Vondel ever proved +grateful for the many favors received at their hands in the hour of his +need.</p> + +<p>His hiding-place was at last discovered, and he was brought before the +court. The plea made by his lawyer in his behalf was that the play "was +poet's work and could be otherwise interpreted than was commonly done."</p> + +<p>Some of the judges expressed themselves very severely; and if their +counsel had prevailed there is no doubt but that the poet's career would +have ended with the "Palamedes." However, the old Batavian spirit also +asserted itself, others saying that civil liberty was but a mockery when +a man was no longer allowed the freedom of speech. The result of the +trial was that Vondel was fined three hundred guldens, which was paid by +a friend—indeed, by one of the judges themselves—who was secretly +favorable to Vondel and his party, and had encouraged the poet to write +this very drama. We are here reminded of the fate of the great +Florentine. Dante, a patriot, yet an exile, accused of treason, and +under sentence of death; Vondel, forced to flee from an oligarchy of +unctuous hypocrites, in fear of his life, and arraigned as a fomenter of +discord. The ideas of the great Hollander on government, and on politics +also, were not unlike the ideal Ghibellinism of the illustrious Tuscan.</p> + +<p>Of course, the very nature of the play made it popular, and the various +attempts at its suppression only made it more so. Two other editions +shortly followed. Within a few years thirty editions were sold. +"<i>Nitimur in vetitum semper cupimusque negata.</i>"</p> + +<p>Prince Maurice, the Stadholder, whose powerful personality on account of +his share in the death of the Advocate was also severely handled by the +poet, died while Vondel was giving the finishing touches to his drama. +Long years afterwards, when the poet was an old man, he was wont to +relate how on the very morning that the news came to Amsterdam from The +Hague that the Stadholder was on his death-bed, his wife came to the +foot of the stairs that led to the room where he was writing, and cried, +"Husband, the Prince is dying!"</p> + +<p>To which he replied:</p> + +<p>"Let him die! I am already tolling his knell."</p> + +<p>Frederic Henry, who was the next Stadholder, was known to be at heart in +favor of the Remonstrants.</p> + +<p>It was reported that the whole tragedy was read to him in his palace, +and that he was exceedingly pleased with it, finding much of interest in +the various episodes. Strange to say, upon the walls of the room where +he heard the drama hung a piece of tapestry upon which the history of +the Greek Palamedes was artistically pictured. Pointing to this, the +Prince said mockingly, "This tapestry should be taken away, otherwise +they might suppose that I also favor the cause of Palamedes."</p> + +<p>Apart from its influence on the time, and the interest of its +allegorical allusions, the "Palamedes" is a splendid tragedy, and its +intrinsic worth alone would make it immortal. One of the choruses, +especially, is justly celebrated for its idyllic beauty. It has often +been compared to the "L'Allegro" of Milton, and, indeed it bears, in +many particulars, much resemblance to that exquisite lyric.</p> + + +<h5>TESSELSCHADE.</h5> + +<p>Soon after the completion of the "Palamedes," Vondel was again for a +long time in a state of hopeless melancholy. He did not yield to its +depressing influence, however, and at the age of forty began the study +of Greek, in which he made rapid progress.</p> + +<p>He still associated with his fellow-Academicians, though no longer at +the home of Roemer Visscher.</p> + +<p>This patron of learning had now been dead for several years. Other +changes also had taken place. Starter, after the publication of his +"Frisian Bower," seized with the spirit of adventure, had enlisted as a +private soldier, and died, a few years afterwards, in one of the +battles of the Thirty Years' War. Laurens Reael had gone to the Indies, +and, after winning the highest honors as soldier and statesman, had come +back again to his native land, which he continued to serve in a +diplomatic capacity for many years.</p> + +<p>Hooft had been honored by Prince Maurice with one of the highest +dignities in the state. He had been appointed Judge of Muiden; and here, +in his castle, in the society of his lovely wife and beautiful children, +he gave himself up to his books. It was here in his "little tower," one +of the four turrets of this castle, that he wrote his splendid history. +Here he composed many of those charming lyrics that combine the +lusciousness of the Italian after which they were modelled, with the +domestic sweetness of the Dutch. Here, too, he wrote his great +tragedies, "Baeto, or the Origin of the Hollanders," and "Gerardt van +Velsen." Hooft was essentially a student and a scholar; a thinker rather +than a fighter. He did not, therefore, like Vondel, the burgher, plunge +with flaming soul into the conflict. The patrician was too fond of +studious contemplation and of elegant ease to allow the discord of the +outside world to mar the serene harmony of his retirement.</p> + +<p>Brederoo had burnt himself out with the intensity of his passion for his +adored, but not adoring, Tesselschade. Poor fellow! after all his +poetic wooing and flattering dedications, he had met with the bitter +disappointment of a refusal; and, after a meteoric career, died, at the +age of thirty-six, a heart-broken man. The delicate lyre-strings on that +Æolian harp had been snapped by the rude blast of unrequited love, and +from the broken chords now surged the mournful music of the grave. His +dazzling genius—eclipsed in its noon-tide splendor by the swift night +of death—was quenched forever. Such was the sad but romantic ending of +the most brilliant man of his age, the greatest humorist that Holland +has yet produced.</p> + +<p>And Tesselschade, the beautiful inspirer of this passion? To her, too, +time had brought its changes.</p> + +<p>Neptune's trident, it seems, had more attraction for her than the lyre +of Apollo, whose strings she had so often set into melodious vibration. +After being wooed for a whole decade by all the younger poets, she had +at last been won by a gallant sea-captain, Allart Krombalgh, and was now +living happily in blissful quiet with her husband at Alkmaar.</p> + +<p>Tesselschade was now thirty years of age, and had lost none of the +extraordinary beauty of early youth. Deep golden hair, of which each +tiny thread seemed just the string for Cupid's bow; large dark eyes, +darting rays of love, and deep with infinitudes of tenderness; a low but +broad, smooth forehead of marble whiteness; an exquisite mouth; a +decided chin that spoke of a will reserved; a chiselled nose with +delicate, sensuous nostrils—these were the most striking features of a +face that was as remarkable for its earnest and captivating expression +as for its great beauty and radiant intelligence. Add to this a glowing +complexion of wonderful purity, and a slender but symmetrically-shaped +figure, and you have a picture of the most beautiful and talented woman +of her generation.</p> + +<p>All the poets honored the bride with their choicest verses. Elevated as +was Vondel's epithalamium, sweet and graceful as was Hooft's, agreeable +as were the many other poems that the occasion inspired, the young +Constantine Huyghens wrote a eulogy in a tender and delicious strain +that surpassed them all.</p> + +<p>At Alkmaar the happy couple had an ideal home, exquisitely furnished +with pictures and embroidery done by the skilful hands of Tesselschade +herself. Here, with art and music, in the midst of the amenities of +domestic life, she lived many happy years.</p> + +<p>Tesselschade, however, did not give up her passion for poetry. She +continued her relations with the charming circle of her admirers, and +corresponded with Hooft in Italian.</p> + +<p>Even before her marriage she had begun translating the "Gerusalemme +Liberata" of Tasso; and now, with the aid of Hooft, the best Italian +scholar in the Netherlands, she continued this absorbing work. This +version was never printed, and has, unfortunately, been lost.</p> + +<p>In 1622 her sister Anna, the friend and correspondent of Rubens, visited +Middelburg, the capital of Zealand, where she met the shining lights of +the School of Dort, as the didactic writers of the day were called. At +the head of these was the celebrated Father Cats—the poet of the +commonplace—the most popular, though by no means the greatest, poet of +the Netherlands. Simon van Beaumont, the governor, a lyrist of some +talent; Joanna Coomans, called the "Pearl of Zealand;" and Jacob +Westerbaen also gave her sweet welcome.</p> + +<p>Attentions were showered on the honored guest, and her visit gave +occasion to that well-known collection of lyrics entitled "The Zealand +Nightingale," which was dedicated to her. Upon her return from Zealand, +Anna was also married, and from this time forth she slowly ceased her +literary relations with the School of Amsterdam, and now gave herself +entirely up to domestic duties.</p> + +<p>Not so Tesselschade. Her imagination was too intense, her conceptions +too vivid, to find any attraction in the realistic didacticism of the +Catsian circle. Her muse was not to be restrained by household cares. +Her friendship with Hooft and Vondel remained unbroken; and we shall +have occasion to meet her again.</p> + +<p>Since his "Palamedes," Vondel, overwhelmed with his strange depression, +had written but little. In 1630 he burst into a blaze of satire that +swept the country like a whirlwind of flame. His poems of this year were +entitled <i>Haec Libertatis Ergo</i>, and were of unsparing severity. "The +evils of the time," said the poet, "are too deep-seated to be eradicated +by a poultice of honey." Like Juvenal and Persius, he did not spare the +knife, although he knew that every thrust only made his enemies more +bitter and his own position more uncomfortable. His absolute +fearlessness was the theme of admiration, not only among his friends, +but even among his enemies. The higher the person, the stronger his +invective; the more powerful the object of his dislike, the more cutting +the edge of his sarcasm.</p> + +<p>Never was satire so crushing and at the same time so keen; never +mockery so unanswerable, polemic so overwhelming.</p> + +<p>A Titan had thrown mountains of irony upon the heads of a thick-skulled +generation of vipers. Their discomfiture was so complete that not even a +hiss broke from the silence of their annihilation. The whited sepulchres +of the sovereign hypocrites of the Republic now stood black as night in +the face of noon.</p> + +<p>Though a fiery patriot and an enthusiastic adherent of the House of +Orange, Vondel received but little favor at the hands of Frederic Henry. +This was probably due to the poet's unpopularity with the clergy, and to +the hatred that he had excited among the Church party in power—the +uncompromising Contra-Remonstrants, whose enmity the Stadholder would +doubtless have incurred by an open friendship with aman whose avowed +determination it was to accomplish their downfall.</p> + +<p>About this time occurred the death of William van den Vondel, a younger +brother of the poet, whom he loved most tenderly. This youth had been +educated in France and Italy, and possessed extraordinary gifts and many +accomplishments. He had also written some poems of great promise, but +was now cut off in the flower of his youth by an insidious malady that +he had brought with him from Italy, a sickness thought by many to have +been due to poison.</p> + +<p>The poet never ceased to mourn this idolized brother, and almost half a +century later he was heard to say: "I could cry when I think of my +brother. He was much my superior."</p> + +<p>In the same year Vondel made a journey to Denmark in the interest of his +business. Upon his return journey he was the guest of Sir Jacob van Dÿk, +the minister from the Court of Sweden to The Hague.</p> + +<p>At Van Dÿk's country seat in Gottenburg he wrote a poem in honor of +Gustavus Adolphus. This production is chiefly remarkable as +foreshadowing several important political events. He prophesied that the +great Swede would attack the Emperor of Rome, tread upon the neck of +Austria, and bring the Eternal City itself into a panic of fright—all +of which happened within four years. He was, however, silent as to the +fate of the King, and said nothing about his tragic death in the hour of +victory.</p> + +<p>So we here, also, see Vondel in the capacity of the classic <i>vates</i> and +of the Hebrew seer. Before his piercing ken even the time to come +delivered up its hoarded secrets. The past, the present, and the future +were the provinces of the grand empire reigned over by his kingly +spirit.</p> + + +<h5>THE "MUIDER KRING."</h5> + +<p>The old Chamber of the Eglantine had now fallen into a decline. Many of +its choicest spirits had gone over to Coster's Academy; the others, +Vondel and his friends, as has already been related, were accustomed to +meet for mutual help and criticism at the hospitable home of the +Visschers.</p> + +<p>After this charming home was broken up, the literary centre of the +Amsterdam School was changed to the Castle of Muiden, a few miles from +the metropolis.</p> + +<p>At the Visschers' the budding talent of the country had been carefully +nurtured and placed in the warm sunlight of a mutual and invigorating +sympathy; at Muiden, however, it was seen in its full flower.</p> + +<p>It was here that the literary genius of the Netherlands reached its +highest efflorescence; nor has it ever again reached the sublime +standard of those golden days.</p> + +<p>Soon after being appointed Judge of Muiden, Hooft had rebuilt the old +castle; and now it stood, a romantic structure, crowned with turrets and +towers. It was picturesquely situated on an island in the centre of a +small lake. A feudal drawbridge connected it with the outside world, +and it was embowered in lofty trees and surrounded by gardens and +orchards.</p> + +<p>There is no more charming picture in literature than that of the +aristocratic host of Muiden, with his handsome, intelligent face and his +elegant manners, in the midst of his guests, the genius and the flower +of the Netherlands—a scene rendered still more interesting by the +presence of talented and beautiful women.</p> + +<p>Here, beneath the shade of the spreading lindens and the noble beeches, +they would lighten the heavy summer hours by games and conversation, and +by the discussion of affairs of state.</p> + +<p>Or, perhaps, too, they would listen to the classic muse of the learned +Barlæus, or to the dramatic recitations of Daniel Mostert; or, +occasionally,—O! inestimable privilege!—they would be thrilled by the +powerful verses of the sublime Vondel, destined to become the greatest +poet of his country. Here, also, they were often enchanted by the tender +songs of the beautiful Tesselschade, the Dutch Nightingale, richly +warbling her own deep notes, while her nimble fingers swept the guitar; +or, perhaps, singing to the accompaniment of the celebrated Zweling, the +first great composer of the Netherlands. Or it may be that another sweet +singer, Francesca Duarte, would sometimes add her mellow tones to those +delightful strains, while the distinguished company applauded with +eloquent silence.</p> + +<p>Here, too, before her apostasy to the Dort School, came the gentle Anna +Visscher to read her noble rimes; while often, also, Vossius, the first +Latinist of his age, and Laurens Reael, the renowned statesman, soldier, +and erotic poet, would lend the dignity of their presence. Here, +furthermore, came the young Huyghens, the most versatile of a versatile +race, and one of the most celebrated wits and poets of his day.</p> + +<p>The "Muider Kring" ("the Muiden circle"), as this salon is known in the +literary history of the Netherlands, is yet the proudest boast and the +perennial glory of Holland; for this was the Elizabethan era of Dutch +literature. Hooft, as the social centre of a literary constellation, +exerted, perhaps, even more influence upon his age by his magnetic +personality than by his remarkable writings.</p> + + +<h5>STRUGGLE AND ACHIEVEMENT.</h5> + +<p>It was amid such congenial surroundings that the genius of Vondel grew +to maturity.</p> + +<p>Soon after the satires of 1630, he translated Seneca's "Hippolytus," +which he dedicated to Grotius. Grotius was still in exile, and the +publisher of this translation, fearing the displeasure of the +authorities, tore the dedication leaf out of every copy.</p> + +<p>Vondel's next effort was the "Farmer's Catechism," which was full of a +rollicking humor that, at the same time, was not without its sting. +Vossius, in his professional study at Leiden, laughed heartily upon +reading it, and it occasioned much mirth among the Arminians, or +Remonstrants, everywhere.</p> + +<p>Some satirical poems of the same period were much keener, and +unmercifully ridiculed the blunders of the government, the general +extravagance, and the increase of avarice and ostentation among the +citizens.</p> + +<p>Shortly after this came his "Decretum Horribile," a powerful polemic +against the Calvinistic doctrine of election and predestination as +interpreted by the Gomarists. This savage attack on their belief filled +the Ultra-Calvinists with rage, and caused the name of the poet to be +execrated as the personification of infamy.</p> + +<p>Hear his fierce outburst against the great Calvin himself:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"That monster dread that from a poison-chalice</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Pours out the drug of hell in unctuous malice;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And makes the gracious God a very fiend."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>No wonder that in the eyes of these stern followers of Calvin he was +himself a very devil, nor is it extravagant to say that he was hardly +less feared by them than his Satanic majesty himself.</p> + +<p>From every pulpit the Contra-Remonstrants hurled anathemas at the +offending poet.</p> + +<p>Not one of their gatherings from which his name did not rise to the +throne of divine grace in clouds of execration. Not a preacher of the +sect that did not call down the wrath of Jehovah upon the head of the +blasphemer who had dared to mock the arrogant tenets of his exclusive +faith.</p> + +<p>Vondel, however, did not pause in his path one instant, answering their +maledictions with stinging satire, and their abuse with overwhelming +invective.</p> + +<p>Yet it must not be thought that our poet was forever forging +thunderbolts of satire at the blaze of his wrath. He also found time for +the amenities of life; and thus we often find him in the companionship +of those distinguished friends who contributed so much to his pleasure +and his growth.</p> + +<p>About this period the moribund Chamber of the Eglantine was merged into +Coster's Academy, which now became the theatre of the city.</p> + +<p>Shortly afterwards Vondel wrote his verses of welcome to Hugo Grotius +upon his return from exile—verses full of severe condemnation of the +party that had banished him. Then followed a song of triumph for the +naval victories over the Spaniards, and several satires against the +clergy, who were again fomenting restrictive measures against the +freedom of conscience. All of these productions glowed with the fierce +jealousy for personal liberty which had become the poet's ruling +passion; for his verse ever gave utterance to his dominant emotion. In +his own words: "I needs must sing the song that fills my heart."</p> + +<p>His "Funeral Sacrifice of Magdeburg" alone was free from this +contentious spirit. This was a heroic poem in praise of Gustavus +Adolphus, the bulwark of Protestantism, and his splendid victory over +Tilly and Pappenheim at Leipsic—that terrible vengeance for the fearful +sacking of Magdeburg!</p> + +<p>In the beginning of 1632 the illustrious Atheneum of Amsterdam was +opened with imposing ceremonies, to which occasion Vondel contributed an +excellent poem.</p> + +<p>Not long afterwards, Grotius, on account of his too open opposition to +his old enemies, was again banished from his fatherland. A price of two +thousand guldens was set on his head, which gave Vondel cause for +another trenchant pasquinade. He did not, however, dare to publish +this, for fear of calling upon himself the same violence that his friend +had escaped. Grotius himself wrote Vondel a letter of thanks for his +interest in his behalf, adding that it could do no possible good to +publish the poem, and that it would therefore be unwise for him to put +himself into danger.</p> + +<p>An elegy on the death of Count Ernest Casimir and an ode on the triumph +of Maastricht saw the light, however, and were much admired by all +parties of his countrymen.</p> + +<p>Vondel now began his great epic, "Constantine." This poem had for its +subject the journey of Constantine to Rome, and was intended to be +complete in twelve books, after the model of Virgil's "Æneid." The poet +had for several years been preparing himself for this immense +undertaking by a thorough study, not only of the great epics of +antiquity, but also of those of Tasso and Ariosto.</p> + +<p>Besides reading the various Church Fathers and the historians who had +written on this period, he also entered into a correspondence concerning +the subject with Grotius, who was much pleased to hear of his plan and +who also gave him considerable information.</p> + +<p>While Vondel was busy with his epic, his wife bore him a son, whom, in +honor of his hero, he named Constantine. The child died, however, and +not long afterwards the mother also. This terrible affliction cast a +gloom over the life of the poet from which he never entirely emerged. +Full of pathos is his letter to Grotius stating his loneliness, and +adding that all his interest in his epic had departed: "Since the death +of my sainted wife, I have lost heart; so that I shall have to give up +my great 'Constantine' for the present."</p> + +<p>The poet was never able to resume this stupendous work. It was too +suggestive of memories of a happiness forever lost. After keeping the +manuscript by him for several years, with the vain hope that his +interest might be reanimated, he at last destroyed it. It was thus that +Dutch literature lost its greatest epic, a poem which would doubtless +have added to the renown of the author, and reflected lustre upon his +country.</p> + +<p>In 1635, Grotius, who was now the Swedish Ambassador to France, +published his Latin tragedy, "Sophompaneas," of which Joseph was the +hero. Vondel, who was still in his shop in the Warmoesstraat, having +laid the "Constantine" aside, and wishing to employ his leisure time, +made a Dutch rendering of this play, of which the author wrote Vossius +as follows:</p> + +<p>"I understand that Vondel hath done me the honor to put my +'Sophompaneas' with his own hand, that is to say, in his artistic +manner, into our Holland tongue. I am under great obligations to him, +because he, who is capable of so much better things than I, hath now, in +his translation of my play, given his labor as a proof of his +friendship."</p> + +<p>Vondel, in translating, often sought the advice of his friends, saying, +"Each judgment views the matter in a different light; and the judgment +of one is poor beside the opinions of many." He also said that he found +the work of translating serviceable to gain a knowledge of the +technique, diction, thought, and peculiarity of an author. Moreover, he +discovered that it not only kindled his imagination, but that it also +suggested new thought, and was conducive to his own improvement in +language and in form. For this reason he translated so many of the +classics, of which more will be said at the proper time.</p> + +<p>The Academy having become too small for the public that now thronged to +the theatre, Dr. Coster sold the building to the regents of the City's +Orphan Asylum and of the Old Men's Home. The managers of these +charitable institutions, then, as an investment, built a new theatre in +its place. Here, twice a week, plays were presented, with great profit +to the management.</p> + +<p>The new theatre was completed in 1637, and the first drama played on its +stage was Vondel's fine tragedy, "Gysbrecht van Amstel." This play had +as its subject the defeat of the old hero, Sir Gysbrecht, and his +banishment from his native city, Amsterdam, soon after the death of +Floris V.</p> + +<p>This historical event was supposed to have occurred about Christmastide, +and the drama was accordingly presented on New Year's Eve. The +"Gysbrecht" is the most popular of all of Vondel's plays, and it is +interesting to note that, from the night of its first presentation, two +hundred and fifty years ago, until the present time, it has been +presented every New Year's Eve on the stage of the theatre of Amsterdam.</p> + +<p>Some of the situations in this drama are based upon various episodes in +Virgil's "Æneid." One of the characters, also, is made to prophesy the +future glory of the city; which, moreover, may easily be interpreted as +prophetic of the grandeur of the greater "New Amsterdam" beyond the sea, +a circumstance that should give it additional interest to Americans. The +"Gysbrecht" was dedicated to Grotius, who acknowledged the honor as +follows:</p> + +<p>"Sir: I hold myself much beholden to you for your courtesy and your +great kindness to me; for you, almost alone—at least there are but few +besides you—in the Netherlands, seek to relieve my gloom and to reward +my unrewarded services. I have always held your talents and your works +in the highest esteem."</p> + +<p>He then goes on to speak of the charming proportions of the play, and of +the "verses, pithy, tender, heart-melting, and flowing." Then he +continues: "The 'Œdipus Coloneus' of Sophocles and the 'Supplicants' +of Euripides have not honored Athens more than thou hast Amsterdam."</p> + +<p>To Vossius, at Leiden, Grotius also wrote in a no less complimentary +strain concerning this production.</p> + +<p>We had the privilege of seeing this drama on the stage in Amsterdam one +New Year's Eve a couple of years ago, and we confess that it was not +until we heard the magnificent recitative of the superb Bouwmeester, the +great tragedian of Holland, in this beautiful play, that we fully +appreciated the grandeur and the sublimity of Vondel, and the power and +the sweetness of the Dutch language.</p> + +<p>Part of the Roman ceremonial, with its splendid ritual, is introduced +into one of the scenes of the "Gysbrecht;" and this has been taken as +foreshadowing Vondel's conversion to Catholicism. Naturally this gave +offence to many of the bigots among the Calvinists, who saw in it only +the glorification of popery.</p> + +<p>Vondel then wrote a tragedy, "Messalina," which, however, he destroyed +because some of the actors, while rehearsing their parts, through some +adventitious remark of the poet, had inferred that the play possessed a +certain political significance, and that it was an allegory picturing +forth some of the notables of the day, after the manner of the +"Palamedes."</p> + +<p>The poet fearing that it might breed mischief, and seeing that it was +impossible to rectify the matter, since it had already become a subject +of conversation among the actors, begged the parts of the three leading +<i>rôles</i>, pretending that he wished to make some important corrections. +Having obtained possession of these parts, he took good care to burn +them, thus preventing the presentation of the play, and putting a stop +to the silly chatter of the players.</p> + + +<h5>ROME!</h5> + +<p>His next undertaking was the translation of the "Electra" of Sophocles, +being aided in the work by Isaac Vossius, a son of the celebrated Leyden +professor, who was himself also a profound scholar. As was usual with +this poet, the translation of this tragedy was followed by one of his +own, the drama of "The Virgins; or, Saint Ursula." This he dedicated to +the city of his birth, Cologne; where, the legend says, a British +princess, with eleven thousand other maidens, at the command of Attila, +the ferocious Hun, suffered a martyr's death. This tragedy also received +the praises of Grotius; and it may safely be said that no man of his +time, with the possible exception of John Milton, was so capable of +judging according to the rigid rules of the antique as Grotius. For +besides being the most learned man of his age, an accomplished Grecian, +and an unsurpassed Latinist, he was himself a poet of no mean order.</p> + +<p>"The Virgins," notwithstanding its beauty and tenderness, was the cause +of much sorrow to the friends of Vondel, in that it unmistakably showed +the poet's inclination towards Romanism.</p> + +<p>True, as has been narrated, this had for some years been suspected from +the tone of several other productions that preceded it; but then it was +only a suspicion, now there was no longer a doubt.</p> + +<p>Vondel was plainly on the high road to Rome, and it was whispered that +he, having become tired of his loneliness, had been attracted by a +certain Catholic widow, whose seductive charms were largely responsible +for his wavering faith.</p> + +<p>The widow here referred to is supposed to have been the fair +Tesselschade, the friend of his youth, who, after ten years of wedded +bliss, had at one stroke been deprived of both her eldest child and her +husband, and was now living with her one remaining child, a daughter, in +resigned widowhood at Alkmaar. We are now again to see this remarkable +woman as the inspirer of the muse of Holland.</p> + +<p>Barlæus in his "Tessalica" wooed her in elegant Latin; and Vondel +dedicated to her his translation of the "Electra" of Sophocles, and also +his next Biblical tragedy, "Peter and Paul," which was even more decided +in its Romanism than its predecessor.</p> + +<p>Tesselschade, however, preferred her black widow's weeds to the white +raiment of a bride, and continued in her retirement, alone with the +memory of her happy past. Her spirit shone only the brighter in its +progress through the valley of tribulation to the heights of +resignation. She had been chastened by affliction and saddened by +sorrow, yet she did not lose heart, but still enjoyed the society of her +friends. She still took an admirable part in the drama of life.</p> + +<p>In 1639, the French Queen Dowager, Maria de' Medici, paid a short visit +to Amsterdam. Tesselschade not only sang a song before her, but also +presented her with an Italian poem of her own composition. She had +finished her version of the "Gerusalemme," and was now busy translating +the "Adonis" of Marini.</p> + +<p>The young poets Vos and Brandt, the poetess Alida Bruno, and others of +the rising literati, sought her friendship. Tesselschade was still the +Queen when the Muses went a-maying, and her sovereignty remained +undisputed until the day of her death.</p> + +<p>In 1640 appeared Vondel's Biblical tragedy, the "Brothers," which was +thought by the critics to surpass all that had preceded it. It was +dedicated to Vossius, whose comment upon reading it was, <i>Scribis +æternitati</i>. Grotius wrote the poet a letter, and was also loud in his +praises, comparing it with the most famous tragedies of antiquity, +adding significantly, "and do not forget your great epic, +'Constantine.'" By others this drama was thought to combine the +tenderness of Euripides with the sublimity of Sophocles.</p> + +<p>In the same year, also, followed two more Biblical tragedies, "Joseph in +Dothan" and "Joseph in Egypt," which also occasioned much remark, and +were not inferior to the best plays that had gone before.</p> + +<p>Vondel was now universally acknowledged to be the greatest poet of the +time. The ascent of Parnassus, however, is not as easy as the <i>decensus +Averni</i>. By years of study, constant watchfulness, and perpetual +striving for self-improvement, and a prayerful devotion to his art—thus +alone did he attain the summit of such achievement.</p> + +<p>In him was seen purity of diction, clearness and terseness of +expression, power of logic, richness and agreeableness of invention, and +a style that was at once mellifluous and sublime.</p> + +<p>The tragedy, "Peter and Paul," to whose open Romanism reference has +already been made, was his next effort, and was soon followed by the +"Epistles of the Holy Virgin Martyrs," which were twelve in number, and +were dedicated to the Holy Virgin Mary, whom he called "the Queen of +Heaven," and named as Mediator with her divine Son. This was a +sufficient acknowledgment of his conversion to the Catholic faith to +alienate many of his warmest friends. This, however, though it must have +brought much grief to his sensitive heart, did not cause him to regret +having made a step that he had so long been meditating.</p> + +<p>Before beginning these "Epistles," Vondel had translated many of the +epistles of Ovid that he might absorb the grace and the spirit of +Ovid's epistolary style. His own effort was deemed not less graceful and +spirited. Their literary merit, however, did not, in the estimation of +his Protestant friends, compensate for their justification of popery.</p> + +<p>Even Hooft, Vondel's life-long friend and brother in art, grew cold; and +we find the following reference to this in one of the poet's letters to +the Judge of Muiden. Vondel writes: "I wish Cornelius Tacitus a happy +and a blessed New Year; and although he forbids me a harmless <i>Ave +Maria</i> at his heretical table, yet I shall nevertheless occasionally +read another <i>Ave Maria</i> for him that he may die as devout a Catholic as +he now shows himself an ardent partisan." Their friendship was yet +further broken by other circumstances which had their origin in the +first cause of separation.</p> + +<p>In 1645, Vondel wrote a lyric poem on a miracle which the Catholics +taught had occurred at Amsterdam about the middle of the fourteenth +century. This was too much for his Protestant friends, and he became the +subject of innumerable lame lampoons and petty pasquinades, in which his +espousal of the Catholic legend was coarsely ridiculed.</p> + +<p>Hooft, in a letter to Professor Barlæus, also expressed his opinion in +the following words: "Vondel seems to grow tired of nothing sooner than +of rest. It seems he must have saved up three hundred guldens more, +which are causing him a good deal of embarrassment. And I do not know +but that it might cost him even much dearer than this; for some hot-head +might be tempted prematurely to lay violent hands upon him, thinking +that not even a cock would crow his regret."</p> + +<p>These productions, however, were only the prelude to a greater work that +was to follow—his "Mysteries of the Altar," which was published in the +autumn of 1645.</p> + +<p>This poem was a glorification of the Mass, and was divided into three +books. Vondel, in writing this able work, was assisted by the counsel of +the most learned and the most profound men in the Catholic Church. The +doctrines of Thomas Aquinas and other celebrated schoolmen, and the +teachings of the best modern authorities were here poetically combined, +and the poet was hailed on every side as the ablest defender of the +tenets of the Church of Rome.</p> + +<p>This poem provoked a celebrated reply by Jacob Westerbaen, one of the +most noted of the School of Dort, who, while praising the art of the new +champion of Catholicism, at the same time attacked his doctrinal +position with such piercing analysis and with so great display of +theological dogma, that, in the opinion of the Protestants, Vondel was +ingloriously vanquished. The Catholics, of course, thought differently.</p> + +<p>Jacob, Archbishop of Mechlin, to whom Vondel's poem was dedicated, sent +the author a painting with which Vondel was at first greatly pleased. +Learning, however, that it was only a bad copy, he gave it away to his +sister, no longer wishing to have such a poor reward for so great an +undertaking before his eyes.</p> + +<p>A prose translation of the works of Virgil was the next thing that this +indefatigable worker essayed. This version received the commendation of +most of his contemporaries. Barlæus, indeed, found fault with it, saying +that it was without life and marrow; adding, cynically, that Augustus +would surely not have withheld this Maro from the flames. But, then, +Barlæus was such a thorough Latinist that his own language seemed +foreign to him. He would have had the translator preserve the +peculiarities of the Latin at the expense of his native tongue. And, +then, was he not also Vondel's rival for the hand of Tesselschade? +Praise from him surely was not to be expected. The universal opinion was +that it was a difficult work excellently done. This translation was also +the forerunner of a drama. "Maria Stuart" was the name of the tragedy +which the bard now offered for the perusal of his countrymen.</p> + +<p>The poet represented the unhappy Queen of Scots as perfect and without +stain, while her victorious rival Elizabeth was painted in infernal +black.</p> + +<p>This subject naturally gave the proselyte occasion to display his +burning zeal for Rome; and upon the publication of the play a great +outcry was raised against both drama and author. Some of Vondel's +enemies, indeed, were so incensed, and raised such a commotion, that the +poet was brought before the city tribunal, and fined one hundred and +eighty guldens; "which," says Brandt, Vondel's biographer, "seemed +indeed strange to many, seeing what freedom in writing was allowed at +this time, and because, also, even to the poets of antiquity more was +permitted than to most others." Abraham de Wees, Vondel's publisher, +however, paid the fine, being unwilling that the poet should suffer by +that which brought him profit.</p> + +<p>Hugo Grotius was now dead, but shortly before his decease he had written +several pamphlets whose object it was to effect some reconciliation +between Catholic and Protestant. Vondel now translated those portions of +these favorable to the papacy, combining them in a polemic called +"Grotius' Testament." Whereupon many said that he had now gone too far +in his zeal for his adopted church; for it was claimed that upon the +statements of Grotius he often put a construction not favored by the +context. It was even insinuated by some that he had not acted in good +faith.</p> + +<p>Brandt himself made this intimation in a preface written by him to an +edition of Vondel's collected works which was published in the year +1647. Brandt was then yet a mere youth, and was rankling with the memory +of a severe and unjust reprimand that the older poet some time before +had given him. He therefore acknowledges in his naïve biography that he +eagerly welcomed this opportunity to be revenged upon the distinguished +offender, and accordingly made this dose of his gall as bitter as +possible. The poet felt the insinuation keenly, and for a long time +suspected Peter de Groot, the son of the great lawyer, as the +perpetrator of the offending paragraph. Many years afterwards, however, +the smart of the wound having departed, the real culprit confessed his +sin to the then aged poet, and obtained the asked for absolution.</p> + +<p>It was in 1641 that Vondel openly embraced the Catholic faith, though +his tendency in that direction had been apparent in his poems many years +before. We have already referred to the report that his love for a +beautiful and wealthy widow, Tesselschade, had been the main instrument +in drawing him from his Protestant moorings, and this was doubtless to +some extent true. And yet it is almost certain that Vondel would have +embraced the cause of Rome even without the alluring wiles of this fair +enchantress.</p> + +<p>Many of his relatives, including his brother William, belonged to that +faith. Many of his dearest friends also were of that denomination. His +daughter Anna, furthermore, had not only entered that church, but had +also taken the veil. Moreover, he had long been drifting away from the +creed of his early childhood, the Anabaptism of his parents. The severe +pietism of that belief had never strongly appealed to him. True, he had +espoused the cause of the Arminians, as against their enemies the +Gomarists; but it was only because they were the under side, and because +their cause was also the cause of civil liberty, that he had entered the +lists with them.</p> + +<p>The perpetual discord, the disunion, the bickerings, the bitterness, and +the persecutions among the different Protestant sects of the period were +exceedingly repulsive to him. He did not forget that under the banner of +Protestantism his country had triumphed over the common foe. He did not +forget that Calvin had been the herald of science and the apostle of +liberty. He did not fail to remember the glories of the past. But the +contemplation of that proud past only increased his abhorrence of the +petty present.</p> + +<p>Calvinism had indeed done much for Holland; but the inevitable reaction +had come, and its excesses could not be justified. Calvinism had come to +mean dogma; and dogma had no attraction for his poetic mind. Calvinism +had become the foe of freedom; and freedom was the very breath of this +flaming patriot. Calvinism had shown itself an enemy of the arts, of +poetry, and of the drama; and these were as the very soul of Vondel.</p> + +<p>How could he know that this was only a fleeting gloom, from which the +sun of Calvinism would again emerge, radiant with all of its original +glory? He was weary—weary of the discord, and longed for peace.</p> + +<p>Is it to be wondered at that the poet gradually drifted, even as +Cardinal Newman, into a haven that promised such longed-for rest? Is it +surprising that he who had so long been chilled by the cold formalism +and the frigid austerity of the dogma of the North should now find it +agreeable to thaw out his soul in the glow of the religion of the South? +Then, too, the beauty of the Catholic ritual, the pomp, the grand +processional, the holy days, the glorious music, the noble symmetry of +the Roman architecture, the awe-inspiring antiquity of the Church, the +magnificence of its domain, the splendor of its organization, allured +the imagination of the poet with irresistible power; and his reason +followed, a not unwilling captive.</p> + +<p>Nor was it the hasty choice of a regretted impulse. Everything tends to +show—we have traced the gradual growth in his poems—that it was a +long-contemplated step from which, once taken, nothing should ever be +able to remove him. It is, therefore, in Vondel that we find one of the +most able and ardent champions the Church of Rome has ever had. No saint +ever more truly deserved canonization than this high priest of Apollo, +flaming with zeal for his adopted faith.</p> + +<p>Vondel was a crusader born five hundred years too late—a crusader, too, +a lion-hearted defender of the Cross, most of whose battles were fought +beneath the brow of Mount Zion and within the very gates of Jerusalem.</p> + +<p>Few crusaders, indeed, had fought so long and so well; few had won so +many victories, had slain so many enemies, as this indomitable hero of +Amsterdam.</p> + +<p>Though bitterly opposed to the Contra-Remonstrants, he, however, helped +them in decrying the growing spirit of ostentation and the vices of the +day. And although he openly sided with the Remonstrants, he never joined +them. But as a flower turns its head to the sun, so he, too, gradually +turned towards the old belief.</p> + +<p>At this period, when Protestants were in turn persecuting heretics and, +reveling in their sudden freedom, were indulging in all sorts of +fanatical excesses, Catholicism, purified, began to live again. +Furthermore, to the poetic temperament of the poet and his stern sense +of justice, the bigotry of the Gomarists seemed no less odious than the +more open persecutions of the Catholics of the preceding age.</p> + +<p>It was thus that Vondel, long tossed upon a sea of doubt, sought +anchorage in a harbor where winds were calm. It was thus that this great +man was led to take a step which called down upon him for many years +hate, aversion, and ridicule.</p> + +<p>But in spite of all this he remained true to his new faith, and became a +fervid Catholic; one ever consistent and true to his adopted church. +Here he could remain undisturbed in his reverence for antiquity, in his +worship of beauty, and in his love for poetry and art. Here there was +ever a labyrinth of mystery for his aspiring soul to explore. Here the +plan of salvation was not reduced to the bare expression of a logical +formula.</p> + + +<h5>UPWARD AND ONWARD.</h5> + +<p>But we must again make brief reference to the friends of our poet, who +one by one preceded him to the grave. First Reael died. Then Hooft and +Barlæus soon followed, and were both buried in the New Church at +Amsterdam. Above the tomb of each Vondel wrote a short epitaph. But the +keenest loss was yet to come. In 1649 Holland lost the brightest jewel +in the crown of her womanhood, and Vondel, his dearest friend. +Tesselschade, after many sorrows, entered peacefully into rest.</p> + +<p>A few years before she had had the misfortune to lose her left eye from +a spark that flew out of a smithy as she passed. She bore this sad +accident with cheerfulness; but a greater calamity yet awaited her. The +pride of her heart, her one remaining child, her beautiful daughter +Tesselschade, was suddenly cut off in the bloom of maidenhood. The +disconsolate mother struggled in vain against this terrible sorrow. A +year later she followed her loved ones to the tomb. She, also, was laid +away in the New Church, by the side of the dead Titans of her generation +who had so often made her the theme of their inspired song; where, too, +Vondel himself, the greatest of them all, was eventually to lie.</p> + +<p>For Vondel's beautiful threnody we have unfortunately no space, but +shall content ourselves with quoting the first strophe of Huyghens' +touching elegy:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Here Tesselschade lies.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Let no one rashly dare</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">To give the measure of her worth beyond compare;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Her glory, like the sun's, the poet's pen defies."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Shortly after the death of his dear friend, Vondel gave up his hosiery +shop in the Warmoesstraat to his son, while he himself went to live with +his daughter Anna on the Cingel, on the outskirts of the city. The poet +was now sixty-two years of age, and he doubtless thought to end his days +in peace and studious retirement. But the battle of life for him had +only just begun. He was never to know the meaning of rest.</p> + +<p>About this time Vondel again had occasion for his tremendous invective. +We refer to his remarkable series of satires against the anti-royalists +of Great Britain.</p> + +<p>His odes on "The Regicides of England," "Charles Stuart's Murdered +Majesty," "Protector Werewolf" (Cromwell), "The Flag of Scotland," and +many other poems on the same subject, breathe the very spirit of war, +and glow with the same intense indignation and righteous wrath that +characterize the productions of John Milton on the other side. These +fierce polemics, winged with rime, were very popular in Holland, where +the cause of the royalists was favored.</p> + +<p>But it was the Catholic, no less than the royalist, who spoke in these +seething satires. That Vondel the republican should assume such a fierce +attitude against the would-be republicans of England can only be +explained by his fear that in England, even as in Holland, canting +bigotry would now usurp the altars of religion, and there, with unholy +zeal, sacrifice the soul of art and the spirit of liberty.</p> + +<p>Or was it an intuitive dread of a republican and Puritan England that +made the Hollander seize these firebrands from his kindling wrath? It +may be, for the Commonwealth was not at all friendly towards her sister +republic, and ere long the Protector dealt the naval supremacy of the +Dutch a blow from which they never recovered.</p> + +<p>In 1648 Vondel celebrated the Treaty of Munster by his "Leeuwendalers," +a pastoral drama in the style of Guarini's "Pastor Fido;" and more +charming pastoral surely never was written, with not one note of strife, +not one strident trumpet blast, to jar upon its harmony.</p> + +<p>The "Leeuwendalers" is a fitting monument to the heroism of the +patriots whose magnificent struggle of eighty-four years against the +overwhelming tyranny of Spain had at last been rewarded by this glorious +peace.</p> + +<p>Not long afterwards, he wrote his excellent epitaph on that brave old +sea-dog, Martin Tromp. Save among the clergy, Vondel's Romanism seemed +now no longer to cause much comment.</p> + +<p>The tragedy of "Solomon," Vondel's following drama, was remarkable for +its opulence. At this time, also, his fiery denunciation of the +Stadtholder William II. and his party for their attack upon, and their +unsuccessful attempt against, the ancient privileges of Amsterdam did +much to reestablish him in the good graces of his fellow citizens.</p> + + +<h5>THE SUMMIT.</h5> + +<p>On October 20, 1653, one hundred leading painters, poets, architects, +and sculptors of the city of Amsterdam, known as the Guild of St. Luke, +assembled in the hall of the Order for their anniversary celebration. +This was the historic Feast of St. Luke, and Vondel was the honored +guest of the occasion.</p> + +<p>The poet was placed at one end of the table, on a high chair, which was +to represent a throne. Here he was crowned with laurel as the +"Symposiarch," or "King of the Feast," it is said, by the great painter +Bartholomew van der Helst. Thus Apollo and Apelles were happily united +in the bond of a common sympathy, and all petty dissensions were +forgotten in the triumph of art. Poems were read, toasts were made; the +ceremonies, as is usual at all the feasts of the Hollanders, closing +with their national anthem—"the grand Wilhelmus"—the most affecting +and sublime of all national odes, calling up, as it does, memories of a +hundred years of martyrdom and of the heroic founder of the Republic.</p> + +<p>It was the proudest moment of the poet's life; and we can imagine the +depth of his emotion as the glorious laurel graced his battle-furrowed +brow. Perhaps, too, the romantic face of Rembrandt was near by, drinking +in with his thirsty eyes the picturesque beauty of the scene, +unconscious of the crown which fickle destiny had reserved for him. Or +it may be that the thoughtful youth Spinoza, silent and abstemious, +found there some theme for his revolutionary philosophy.</p> + +<p>Yet Vondel was king of them all; crowned with a kingship won by +prodigies of valor on the battle-field of life. Every leaf in that +laurel wreath was purchased by a thorn. But who thinks of the sharpness +of the thorn when caressed by the velvet of the leaf?</p> + +<p>So Vondel, in that moment of triumph, forgot his sorrows in his cup of +joy, as he drained the sweet present to the dregs.</p> + +<p>In return for the honor it had done him, Vondel dedicated his prose +translation of the Odes of Horace to the hospitable Guild. He was now +sixty-six years old, and was yet in the possession of every bodily and +mental power. He was now to give forth his masterpiece—a work for which +his whole life had been a constant preparation. We come to the +"Lucifer."</p> + +<p>This tragedy appeared in 1654 and was the monumental creation of this +combatant poet, the crystallization of the Titanic passions of the age. +It has, therefore, a significance that can never fade.</p> + +<p>On account of the character of the play, which naturally treats of holy +subject matter, the clergy at once gave it the benefit of their most +strenuous opposition, saying that it was full of "unholy, unchaste, +idolatrous, false, and utterly depraved things."</p> + +<p>Through their meddlesome interference, the "Lucifer," after it had twice +been presented on the stage, was interdicted.</p> + +<p>As a matter of course this caused it to be the subject of much comment, +and the first edition of one thousand was sold in a week. Petrus +Wittewrongel, a native of Zealand, was the most conspicuous among the +opponents of this play. His opposition, however, extended to the drama +in general, making it the theme of every sermon. According to this Dutch +Puritan, the theatre was "a school of idleness, a mount of idolatry, a +relic of paganism, leading to sin, godlessness, impurity, and frivolity; +a mere waste of time." This bitter attack on his beloved art gave the +occasion for Vondel's famous vindication of the drama in his proem to +the "Lucifer."</p> + +<p>He also wrote two biting satirical poems, "The Passing of Orpheus," and +the "Rivalry of Apollo and Pan," both of which were full of humorous +raillery and of sarcastic allusions to the round-heads in general and to +Wittewrongel in particular.</p> + +<p>The force of the "Lucifer" as a picture of the age, of the nation, and +of the world, was instantly felt. It was a classic from the day of its +birth; and from that time to this it has easily maintained its position +as the grandest poem of the language.</p> + +<p>The costly and artistic scenic heavens especially prepared for the +"Lucifer" were, now that the play was forbidden, stored away as +useless—a great loss to the managers of the theatre. Vondel +accordingly wrote his excellent tragedy "Salmoneus," founded upon the +classic story of the Jove-defying King of Elis, in which this scene, as +an imitated heaven, could also be used.</p> + +<p>His "Psalms of David," in various metres, was his next venture. These he +dedicated to Queen Christina of Sweden, who, like the poet himself, was +a proselyte to the Catholic faith, lie also honored her with a +panegyric, in return for which the queen sent him a golden locket and +chain.</p> + +<p>In 1657 we find the poet making another journey to Denmark, where he +went to fulfil the unpleasant duty of paying his son's debts. In Denmark +he was the recipient of considerable attention, and while there his +portrait was painted by the celebrated Dutch artist Karl van Mander, who +was painter to the Danish court.</p> + + +<h5>THE SHADOWS.</h5> + +<p>Soon after his return to Amsterdam, the great poet who had celebrated so +many distinguished personages, and who had become the pride of his +nation, was, by the bankruptcy of his profligate son, brought to the +very verge of poverty.</p> + +<p>Besides the little Constantine, whose early death we have elsewhere +recorded, the poet had three children: one son, Justus, and two +daughters, Sarah and Anna. Sarah died in childhood, and Anna, who was +said to resemble her father both in intellect and in appearance, lived +with him, and was ever a loving and devoted daughter. The son, "Joost," +was both stupid and dissolute. His ignorance was so great that, when +some one spoke of his father's tragedy, "Joseph in Egypt," he inquired +if Joseph was not also a Catholic. During the life of his first wife, a +woman of some force, this unworthy son of a distinguished sire kept +within due bounds. Shortly after her death, however, he was united to a +shallow spendthrift with whom he wasted his substance in riotous living, +while the shop, of course, was neglected; and the business, in +consequence, soon ruined.</p> + +<p>At this the old man was so grieved that, with his daughter, who was yet +with him, he moved away to another part of the city.</p> + +<p>Here he was many times heard to say, "Had I not the comfort and the +quickening of the Psalms"—of which at that time he was making his +version—"I should die in my misery." He often also said to his friends, +"Name no child by your own name; for if he should not turn out well it +is forever branded."</p> + +<p>In the meantime the son went from bad to worse. He squandered not only +all of his own property, but also much that had been intrusted into his +hands by others.</p> + +<p>He stood on the point of bankruptcy, with the penalty of imprisonment +staring him in the face, when his father, with a keen sense of honor and +of family pride, satisfied all creditors by the sacrifice of his own +snug little fortune of forty thousand guldens, the savings of half a +century.</p> + +<p>Friends of the family advised the erring son to go to the Dutch Colonies +in the East Indies, there to begin life anew. But he obstinately refused +even to listen to such a proposition, and continued his wild career +unchecked. The unhappy father was finally compelled to ask the +Burgomaster of the city to use the gentle compulsion of the law, which +was done.</p> + +<p>There are few sadder pictures in the history of letters than that of the +old gray-haired poet, bowed down with this greatest of all griefs, the +heart-crushing realization of being the parent of ungrateful and +criminal offspring, standing on the quay, and bidding, with bitter +agony, his unfeeling child a last farewell. We imagine the tear-bedimmed +eyes of the heart-broken father straining for one more glimpse of the +unworthy but yet beloved son, who, in the far horizon, was perhaps even +then carelessly walking the deck of the departing ship, meditating some +new and disgraceful profligacy upon his arrival in India. Fortunately he +died on the journey, and the poet was doubtless spared much suffering. +Too bitterly had Vondel learned, even as Lear, "How sharper than a +serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!"</p> + +<p>Of Vondel's fortune nothing remained save the portion that his daughter +Anna had inherited from her mother, which was, however, by no means +sufficient to support them both. What was to be done? All that the old +man could do was to write verses—an art which as an income-producer was +well characterized by Ovid's father: "<i>Sæpe pater dixit: Studium quid +inutile tentas? Mæonides millas ipse reliquit opes</i>."</p> + +<p>Although the poet, in his pride, did not let his want become known, some +of his friends who knew the state of affairs secured him a position as +clerk in the Bank of Loan at a salary of six hundred and fifty guldens a +year. Thus the greatest Dutchman of the age and the most illustrious +poet of his country was compelled, after a life of comparative leisure +and comfort, at the age of seventy, to earn his living by the sweat of +his brow, forced to engage in a labor which to him must have been +peculiarly irksome.</p> + +<p>The pen, which had been accustomed to the soaring style of tragedy was +now chained to the dreary monotony of the ledger; the quill that had so +often stung a nation to the quick was now tamely employed in the prosaic +balance of debit and credit.</p> + +<p>It is said that the poet, however, found it impossible to restrain his +muse entirely, and that he sometimes mounted his Pegasus even in the +dull interior of the counting-room; for he employed his leisure +moments—let us hope there were many—in writing verses.</p> + +<p>It has been said, too, that he was reprimanded for this by his +employers; but of this there is no proof whatever.</p> + +<p>Indeed, Brandt goes out of his way to say that this was overlooked on +account of his age, and because he was a poet, and could therefore not +be expected to pay such strict attention to business.</p> + +<p>It would be easy enough to indulge in a little sympathetic bathos here. +The poet's fate was indeed a hard one. Yet his salary, small enough, it +is true, when we consider the man and his career, was not the beggarly +pittance that the same amount would be now. Six hundred and fifty +guldens in the Holland of that day would be equivalent to at least three +thousand guldens in the nineteenth-century Amsterdam, or a salary of +twenty-five hundred dollars in New York.</p> + +<p>Furthermore, this was the only hard mercantile work that the poet ever +did. The ten years of drudgery in his old age compensated for a +life-time of leisure and literary retirement; for after his marriage at +twenty-six, the poet hosier wisely left his business affairs in the +hands of his energetic and trustworthy wife. Soon after her death the +business devolved on "Joost" the younger, with the disastrous results +already narrated.</p> + +<p>At the age of eighty the old bard was given an honorable discharge, with +full pay, the circumstances of which were not without pathos. When told +that he was discharged, and that another had been found to take his +place, the poet was dumbfounded and became very sad. But when he learned +that his discharge was an honorable one, with a pension, the heaviness +left him, and he seemed greatly pleased.</p> + +<p>Never, however, was Vondel so near the brow of Parnassus as during these +ten bitter years. For this is the period of his greatest literary +activity. It was then that his genius ripened into its full maturity.</p> + +<p>Among other works produced during this decade were his "Jephtha," a +tragedy, with which he himself was much pleased, as fulfilling every +requirement of the classic drama; his metrical translations of the +"Œdipus Rex," "Iphigenia in Tauris," and the "Trachiniæ;" of +Sophocles; the tragedies, "David in Exile" and "David Restored," +allegories in which the exile and the restoration of Charles II. were +clearly set forth; "Adonis," "Batavian Brothers," "Faeton," and +"Zungchin, or, the Fall of the Chinese Empire." Of special interest +also, and of unusual literary merit, is his tragedy, "Samson," which, +even as Milton's "Samson Agonistes," was perhaps more largely +biographical than any other of his poems. The points of similarity +between this drama and Milton's tragedy also are many and remarkable.</p> + +<p>But the two most important tragedies of this period were his "Adam in +Exile" and the "Noah," which together with the "Lucifer" form a grand +trilogy. The "Adam," especially, only less sublime than the latter, has +more of idyllic beauty, and as a whole is scarcely inferior in power. +Here, too, the choruses blend with the action, and are unsurpassed for +melody, sweetness, and tenderness, proclaiming their author as the +foremost lyrist of his nation.</p> + + +<h5>THE VALLEY.</h5> + +<p>Vondel was the author of no less than thirty-three tragedies. Only +eighteen of these, however, were presented on the stage. Some were +deemed objectionable on account of their Biblical subject matter; others +because of their leaning towards Catholicism.</p> + +<p>The dramatist also suffered from the jealousy of his rivals. One of +these, Jan Vos, was one of the managers of the theatre, and attempted to +make Vondel's plays unpopular by assigning the most important rôles to +inferior players, and also by using old and worn-out costumes. No +wonder, then, that the sweeping tragedies of this master spirit began to +lose favor with the masses, and that the translations of the French and +Spanish plays that now flooded the country, with their extravagant +scenery and their flashy innovations, usurped their place.</p> + +<p>A few years before his death, Vondel paid a visit to the town of his +birth, Cologne, and there saw the very house where he was born. With a +poet's whim he climbed into the old wall bedstead in which he was +brought into the world, which, of course, also furnished inspiration for +a poem.</p> + +<p>Brief mention must also be made of Vondel's last religious poems. His +sublime "Reflections on God and Religion," which was written in +opposition to the Epicurean and Lucretian philosophy of Descartes; his +"John, the Messenger of Repentance," which glows with all the fervor and +the grandeur of the Apocalypse; his "Glory of the Church," a work as +learned as it was elevated, which shows the rise and progress of the +Mother Church, would alone be sufficient to entitle Vondel to be +considered as one of the great religious poets of the world, and perhaps +the most powerful champion of Catholicism that ever entered the lists of +controversy.</p> + +<p>At the age of eighty-four, Vondel translated Ovid's "Metamorphoses" and +also wrote a great number of poems of all kinds—epigrams, lyrics, +letters, lampoons, dedications, eulogies, threnodies, hymns, +epithalamiums, riddles, and epitaphs—in all of which his pen, sharpened +by the practice of nearly three-fourths of a century, excelled.</p> + +<p>To the last the aged poet preserved his intense satiric vein. The fire +of his spirit burned as fiercely now as in the days of his youth. One of +the last poems written by those aged fingers was his noble elegy on the +distinguished brothers De Witt, who, in 1672, were assassinated in The +Hague by a frenzied mob.</p> + +<p>His last production was an epithalamium on the marriage of his favorite +niece, Agnes Blok. He was then eighty-seven years old. His physician +having cautioned him to rest his brain, he now bade the Muses, whom he +had known so long, and whom he had found so sweet a comfort in his +hours of sorrow, an eternal farewell.</p> + +<p>His health, however, remained good until a few days before his death. +His legs first showed signs of weakness, and refused longer to support +him. His memory also failed him, and he would often stop still in the +midst of a sentence. When he was made aware of this, he was somewhat +distressed, for his judgment remained unimpaired to the last, saying, "I +am no longer capable of carrying on a conversation with my friends."</p> + +<p>Brandt, to whom we are indebted for most of these interesting +particulars concerning Vondel, and other friends cheered his last days +with their visits. The poet, who now spent most of his waking hours by +the cheerful blaze of his hearth, seemed to appreciate this very highly, +and whenever they were about to leave, would tell them good-by with a +hearty pressure of the hand. Here, too, came Antonides, that brilliant +young poet, so untimely cut off, and the painter, Philip de Koning, both +of whom the old bard admired greatly.</p> + +<p>When in his ninetieth year he had himself taken to the houses of the two +Burgomasters of the city, whom with broken words he begged to provide +for his grandson Justus, who bore his name, and whose prospects, on +account of his father's profligacy and his grandfather's poverty, were +anything but promising. The city fathers comforted the poor old man with +good words, and he returned to his corner by the hearth, never again to +leave it alive.</p> + +<p>"Old age," says Brandt, "was now his illness; the oil was lacking; the +fire must go out." His limbs became cold and refused to be warmed. +Referring to this a few days before his death, he remarked to Brandt, +with a humorous twinkle in his large brown eyes: "You might give me this +epitaph:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Here in peace lies Vondel old;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He died because he was so cold."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>This was the old poet's last rhyme, surely an humble one for him whose +lofty imagery and sublime conceptions are the wonder of his countrymen. +He also said to his niece, Agnes Blok, "I do not long for death." She +asked, "Do you not long for eternal life?" He replied: "Aye, I do long +for that; but, like Elijah, I would fain fly thither." Though now he +also began to say: "Pray for me that God will take me out of this life." +And when those standing around his bedside asked: "Are you ready now for +the terrible messenger to come?" he replied, "Aye, let him come; for, +even though I wait longer, Elijah's chariot will not descend. I shall +have to go in at the common gate."</p> + +<p>After an illness of only eight days, on February 5, 1679, about +half-past four in the morning, the old bard fell asleep. He seemed to be +wholly free from pain, and died so softly that the friends who stood +around his bedside scarcely observed it.</p> + +<p>Vondel was aged ninety-one years, two months, and nineteen days. He was +nearly double the age of the world's greatest dramatist, was seventeen +years older than Euripides, and just as old as Sophocles.</p> + +<p>Three days after his death he was buried in the Nieuwe Kerk—the Church +of St. Catherine—at Amsterdam, not far from the choir. Fourteen poets +were the pall-bearers who carried the great master to his last +resting-place. Around his grave were the tombs of most of his literary +friends of former years. Here lay Hooft and Barlæus and Tesselschade. +Here, too, was the tomb of the noble de Ruyter, his country's most +illustrious naval hero. Here, among this company of distinguished dead, +among these sculptured busts and mediæval effigies, these monumental +tombs and glorious cenotaphs, this greatest of all Hollanders was buried +in a simple grave, unmarked by even an epitaph. Three years afterwards +Joan Six, one of the Aldermen of the city, had the following time-verse +(which gives the year of his death) engraved upon the stone:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">TO THE OLDEST AND GREATEST POET.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">VIR PHŒBO ET MVSIS GRATVS VONDELIVS HIC EST</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">VI + MV I + V V + D LIV IC</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">6 + 1005 1 + 5 5 +500 5015 1100</span><br /> + + + + + + ——<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">1679</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Shortly after his decease, Antonides, Vollenhove, and others of the +younger poets also honored him with eulogies as the first poet of his +age. To the pall-bearers a medallion was given, on one side of which was +the image of the poet; on the other, a singing swan, with the year of +Vondel's birth and death, and the inscription: "The oldest and greatest +poet."</p> + + +<h5>HIS PERSON AND CHARACTER.</h5> + +<p>Vondel was of medium height, with a figure well made and compact. His +countenance was one of remarkable intelligence, and was characterized by +an expression at once earnest and exalted.</p> + +<p>In early life his face was pale and thin, but later, after the +disappearance of his strange malady, it became broad and full, and of a +healthful color, with glowing red cheeks. His forehead, not too high, +was broad and commanding, a fit arsenal for those thunderbolts of +invective that he knew so well how to employ. One of his eyebrows was +slightly higher than the other. Beneath them glowed two deep brown eyes, +large and penetrating—eagle eyes, full of fire, as if, naïvely says his +biographer, "he had satires in his head." His nose was sensitive and +somewhat large; his mouth of medium size, with rather thin lips. He +usually wore his hair short, his ears only half covered. On his chin +grew a small pointed beard, in early manhood a dark brown, later white +with age. Altogether a figure striking and noble, if not grand and +imposing—one that long acquaintance would only render the more +impressive, for it was stamped with character. Thus the outward man! +Would you learn the stature of his soul? Read his magnificent works.</p> + +<p>Strange to say, he who was so full of thought and spirit in his writings +was still and silent in the presence of others. Once when dining with +Grotius, Vossius, and Barlæus—the three most learned men of the age—it +is related that during the course of the whole meal the poet said not +one word. He was usually grave and taciturn. When he did speak, however, +he was intense and pointed.</p> + +<p>He was ever modest in his deportment and temperate in his habits. Though +living in an age of good fellowship and of royal tippling, when +post-prandial drunkenness was the rule rather than the exception, he was +never known to have indulged to excess. Like Dante, Milton, and +Petrarch, furthermore, his private life was pure. Not one accuser ever +threw mud at its whiteness.</p> + +<p>His clothes, though in the fashion and in good taste, were always plain +and unassuming. He enjoyed the society of artists and men of letters, +learning, and judgment. He was extremely popular among his relatives, +which speaks well for his heart, and is surely a good index to his true +character.</p> + +<p>Vondel was a true friend, and was ever ready to prove his devotion, if +need be, by the sacrifice of blood and treasure. Such a romantic +attachment as that of Dante for Beatrice was doubtless unknown to our +poet. His was the more natural ardor of a deep-seated affection. Yet he +had the capacity for suffering so characteristic of genius. We know +that, like William III., he was profoundly affected by the death of his +wife. For several years, indeed, he was in such a melancholy that his +thoughts fell still-born from his pen. He wrote little, and destroyed +all that he wrote. Life had lost all charms for him. He was, however, +awakened from this reverie of sorrow by the bugle blast of war; and only +in the roar of the conflict did he forget the sting of grief.</p> + +<p>Vondel was in no sense a theologian, and had no patience with +hair-splitting distinctions. Though a fervid Catholic, his toleration is +shown by his remark that he would not "sit in the Inquisition as a judge +of anyone's life."</p> + +<p>"There were some hot-headed Papists," he said, "who persecuted the pious +of other creeds. It is also true that the Papists of all time have +sought to rule the consciences of men. However, some reformers are +lately following in their footsteps." In regard to the wonderful legends +of the early Church, he remarked that they were "monkish fables written +in the dark ages for the ignorant people." That his Catholicism had not +lessened his love for freedom or for his country his later poems bear +excellent witness.</p> + +<p>Though by his bitter lampoons and severe invective he had made many +enemies during the course of his long career, yet his popularity is seen +in the fact that his memory was honored by men of all creeds and +parties. The Jesuits of Antwerp placed his portrait in their cloister +among the most illustrious men of ancient and modern times.</p> + +<p>He had gathered no riches with his poetry. On the contrary, his losses +were far greater than his gains. The most costly gift ever given him was +the golden locket and chain from her majesty Queen Christina of Sweden. +This present was worth about two hundred dollars. Amelia von Solms, the +widow of Frederic Henry, also honored him with a gold medal for a poem +on the marriage of her daughter, the Princess Henrietta. For his ode on +the dedication of the new Stadthuis, the authorities of Amsterdam +honored him with a silver cup. The visiting Elector of one of the German +States gave him, for some verses in his honor, "a small sixteen +guldens." For his eulogy in honor of the Archbishop of Cologne, the city +fathers allowed him thirty guldens.</p> + +<p>His daughter Anna, dying before him, willed him her portion, which, with +his pension, proved amply sufficient for his maintenance.</p> + +<p>A few months before his death he had willed all of his books to a +certain priest. Thinking that if they remained with him he might injure +his feeble health by reading, he allowed them to be taken away. +Afterwards, however, he bitterly regretted this, and, with tears in his +eyes, complained to one of his friends that all of his treasures had +been stolen, and that now nothing was left him.</p> + +<p>In his youth his motto was: "Love conquers all things." Later he signed +his productions with the word "Zeal," or "Justice"—the last a play on +his name; sometimes, also, with the letters P.L., meaning <i>pro +libertate</i>, or with the initials P.V.K.—"Palamedes of Kologne." In some +of his works was to be seen a picture of David playing a harp, with the +device "Justus fide vivit," to which, of course, could be given a double +meaning: "The just man lives by faith," or "Justus lives by his lyre."</p> + +<p>Vondel's diligence was phenomenal. Once he remarked in a letter to a +friend that the height of Parnassus can only be attained by much panting +and sweat, and that attention and exercise sharpen the intellect. The +multitude and the excellence of his works prove the worth of his +philosophy.</p> + +<p>His thirst for knowledge was extraordinary, and he left few corners of +that vast field unfilled. To learn the best expressions for each trade +and profession he was wont to question all kinds and conditions of men +in regard to the words that they used in their trade or calling. +Farmers, carpenters, masons, artists, men of every business and +profession added to his vocabulary. He thus built up the language, and +himself attained a thorough mastery over his native tongue; one never +equalled by any of his countrymen, with the possible exception of the +poet Bilderdÿk.</p> + +<p>He was, moreover, always ready to receive suggestions in regard to his +own productions, and often read them to his friends to obtain the +benefit of their criticism. This, however, was more true of his +translations than of his originals. He took much pleasure, also, in +praising the work of others, especially that of the younger poets.</p> + +<p>That he was an excellent critic is shown by his prose essays, though he +was too impressionable to beauty to be very severe. He was exceedingly +modest in regard to his own powers. He considered Hooft the foremost +among the Dutch writers of his age, not only on account of his sweet +lyrics and stately tragedies, but also because of his historical works.</p> + +<p>Constantine Huyghens he praised for his liveliness and fancy, his +subtlety, and his wonderful versatility. He also thought highly of Anslo +and de Dekker, and particularly of those two young giants, Vollenhove +and Antonides. In "The Y Stream" of the latter he saw extraordinary +promise, and he thenceforth called the younger poet his son, and was +always most tender and fatherly towards him, taking much delight in his +company. Of Vollenhove's "Triumph of Christ," he said: "There is a great +light in that man, but it is a pity that he is a clergyman." Brandt he +called "a good epigrammatist."</p> + + +<h5>HIS FEELING FOR ART.</h5> + +<p>Art to Vondel was a revelation of the divine in man, and therefore the +best promoter of virtue. Hence his passion for poetry, and his +admiration for painting, music, and architecture. How fitting that he +who sang the union of the arts:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Blithe Poesy and Painting fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Two sisters debonair,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>should be crowned "king of the feast" by a company of fellow artists!</p> + +<p>Vondel was the painter's poet. He wrote numerous inscriptions for +paintings. He praises Raphael, Veronese, Titian, Bassano, Giulo Romano, +Lastman, Sandrart, Goltzius (the etcher), and Rubens. He apparently +preferred the idealists of the Italian school, for he says but little +about the realists of the day, Steen, Ostade, Brouwer, and Teniers; nor +even concerning those who copied nature like Douw, De Hoogh, and Mutsu. +The great Rembrandt he names but twice. In one place he speaks of the +portrait of Cornelis Anslo, of which he tamely says, "The visible part +is the least of him, and who would see Anslo must hear him." He seems +to have been more impressed by the fine portrait of Anna Wymers, for he +says: "Anna seems to be alive." Elsewhere, however, he speaks of "the +night-owl, who hides himself from the day in his shadows of cobweb;" +which is thought to be a covert reference to that magnificent study in +chiaroscuro, Rembrandt's "Night Patrol." It is certain, however, that he +did not realize the powerful genius of Holland's greatest artist.</p> + +<p>Vondel, the admirer of the Italian classics, with their delicacy and +regularity, probably could not appreciate the revolutionary splendors of +this great magician. Nor is there any evidence to show that any +friendship existed between these two men, each the undying glory of his +country. And yet in some respects the poet and the painter were +strikingly alike. Both were masters of style, and grandly daring and +original. Both were in the highest sense creative, and dealt in +tremendous effects, soaring from mountain-top of grandeur into the +heaven of the sublime. Each was comprehensive and universal; each was a +personified mood of his nation and the maker of an epoch. Each suffered +poverty in old age.</p> + +<p>Yet in one respect the painter had the advantage over the poet. He spoke +the universal language of the eye, and thus his message has reached +millions who were deaf to his tongue. The political obscurity, on the +other hand, into which little Holland was plunged so soon after the +meteoric blaze of her brief ascendancy, confined her language to her +narrow territory; and Vondel, equally worthy with Rembrandt of the +admiration of the world, became a sealed book save to his countrymen. +The former, however, was the very life of his time, its recognized +voice; the latter was in his life neglected, to become after his death +the most illustrious of his race, a name to conjure an age out of +obscurity.</p> + +<p>Rubens, on the other hand, the poet fully appreciated. In the dedication +of his drama, "The Brothers," 1639, he calls the great Fleming "the +glory among the pencils of our age."</p> + +<p>Music, we know, had a powerful fascination for our poet. He himself +played the lute, while his poetry throbs with the very heart of melody. +How lovingly he speaks of the divine art of song, that "charms the soul +out of the body, filling it with rare delight—a foretaste of the bliss +of the angels"!</p> + +<p>How keen must have been his enjoyment when at Muiden he heard the lovely +singers of that age—the gifted Tesselschade on her guitar, or the +talented harpist, Christina van Erp; or when in his home in the +Warmoesstraat he heard the patriotic chimes of his beloved city pealing +the lingering hours into oblivion! How profoundly, too, must his deep, +earnest soul have been stirred by the grandeur of the Psalms, rising on +the wings of Zweling's noble melodies to the vaulted arches of the old +cathedral where he was wont to worship!</p> + + +<h5>HIS FEELING FOR NATURE.</h5> + +<p>The attitude of a poet toward nature is always of peculiar and absorbing +interest. Is it because she is the perpetual fount of ideals, because of +her voiceless sympathy with his ever-changing mood, or because her +grandeur and loveliness have power to move the deeps of his soul? +However it be, the poets have almost without exception found her the +source of their inspiration.</p> + +<p>Into her rude confessional they pour the unreserved tale of sorrows that +no man can understand; and she gently whispers peace. At her feet they +lay the guilty story of a soul; the love, the passions of a heart; the +joys, the pains, the riotous thoughts of life; and she gently whispers +peace. And here, too, Vondel opened his heart, and here he also obtained +comfort for the vexing ills of life.</p> + +<p>It has been said that man's appreciation of the beauties of nature is +proportioned to the degree of his cultivation. In the ruder ages in +Holland, as in Germany, the mysterious forces of the physical world and +their various manifestations became personified in the good and bad +genii of the Teutonic mythology. In proportion as the worship of these +genii ceased, nature became appreciated for its own sake. It had first +to be divested of the fear-inspiring supernatural. To this Christianity +and the accumulating discoveries in science largely contributed.</p> + +<p>Karel van Mander first introduced this feeling into painting; and +Hendrik Spieghel, into literature. And then came Hooft and Vondel, who +in this respect, as in all else, stood far above their contemporaries.</p> + +<p>Vondel's enjoyment of nature is not so keen as that of Hooft, but it is +far deeper and stronger, and grew steadily to the end of his life. Now +and then his descriptions remind one of the brooding landscapes of the +"melancholy Ruysdael;" at other times of the creations of Lingelbach and +Pynacker, in those striking scenes where Dutch realism and Italian fancy +are oddly combined.</p> + +<p>Under the influence of Seneca and Du Bartas, according to the artificial +fashion of the day, he at first employed high-sounding mythological +names as symbols for the things themselves; but he soon outgrew this +classical affectation. Already in his "Palamedes," especially in the +chorus of "Eubeers," is this feeling for nature apparent. This charming +bucolic is the picture of a Dutch landscape. Elsewhere we have mentioned +its resemblance to the "L'Allegro" of Milton.</p> + +<p>Like the bard of Avon, our poet saw but little of the world. Twice he +made a business trip to Denmark, and shortly before his death he paid a +visit to Cologne. In addition to this, he made several inland +journeys—one to the Gooi:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Where the grand oak so thickly grows</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Beyond rich fields, where buckwheat glows."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>To Vondel truly "the heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament +showeth his handiwork." All of his poems, particularly the "Lucifer," +are studded with figures of the stars.</p> + +<p>The poet drew many of his figures, too, from animal life, as the beasts +and the birds in the sustained Virgilian similes in the "Lucifer." What +can be more exquisite, also, than his verses on the tame sparrow of the +lovely Susanne Bartelot, in the style of the "Passer, deliciæ suæ +puellæ" of Catullus?</p> + +<p>The north wind he calls "a winter-bird, so cold and rough." The spring +is his delight. He is glad when he sees men busy fishing, planting, and +hunting, and engaged in all manner of bucolic occupations. In the Norway +pines unloaded on the River Y, he sees a forest of masts from which the +tricolor of his dear country will be unfurled in every clime.</p> + +<p>Would you know his capacity for aesthetic symbolism? Read his superb ode +to the Rhine.</p> + +<p>Flowers were to him the beautiful symbols of equally beautiful moral +truths. What a world of pathos in his voice where he says of Mary Queen +of Scots:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"O! Roman Rose, cut from her bleeding stem!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>And where he speaks of the mournful rosemary in the death-wreath of his +little daughter Saartje! For little Maria, his darling grand-child, he +wishes "a winding sheet of flowers—of violets white and red and purple, +blue and yellow." In the garlands of his fancy he ever weaves the blooms +of his delight, lilies, violets, roses—white and red—and his national +flower, the glorious tulip.</p> + +<p>He loved the open heaven and the airy freedom of solitude. "The welkin +wide is mine," he says, and like a wild bird adds, "and mine the open +sky." He loved the woods, where his ears were caressed by "the blithe +echoes of the careless birds."</p> + +<p>Long before Shelley he sang of the lark, "wiens keeltje steiltjes +steigert" ("whose throat so steeply soars"). Long before Keats he was +thrilled by the deep-toned nightingale.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The shrill-voiced nightingale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who at thy casement bower</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Pours out his breathless tale,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>reminds him of the questioning soul at the window of eternity," peering +through panes on darkness unconfined." Then, again, he likens himself to +a nightingale, caged for days in the mournful cold, that bursts into a +rapturous melody to see the warm sun melt away the gloom.</p> + +<p>His soul communed with nature in her deepest and quietest moods. The +peaceful meadow, the calm beauty of the woods, the forest-crowned +mountains, the tumultuous sea were all the themes of his song.</p> + +<p>Though his feeling for nature was not so fine nor so intense as that of +some of the later poets, yet it was deeper and truer. In the world +around him he saw but a reflection of the grander world beyond.</p> + +<p>Nor was the pantheistic conception strange to him. See the first chorus +of the "Lucifer," where he calls God "the soul of all we can conceive;" +and the second act, where he speaks of:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">"——the farthest rounds</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And endless circles of eternity,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That, from the bounds of time and space set free,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Revolve unceasingly around one God,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who is their centre and circumference.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>How like the pantheism of Spinoza, first proclaimed some years later!</p> + + +<h5>HIS PATRIOTISM.</h5> + +<p>Would you know him as a patriot? Hear his splendid tones of jubilation +over the victory of his countrymen—a victory where truth and freedom +triumphed. Hear his fine odes celebrating the commerce and the progress +of the growing commonwealth. Listen to his bursts of patriotism in his +"Orange May Song," and where he calls the ancient Greek sea-galleys, +"child's play beside ours."</p> + +<p>Vondel was a representative Dutchman, and there was a strong national +stamp on all that he did. He was a grand type of the burgher of the +great Dutch middle class, which has ever been the glory of the +Netherlands, and which has given to the world such an illustrious array +of soldiers, painters, scholars, poets, and statesmen. In reading him +we are continually reminded that we are in the land of dykes and +windmills. Thus all of his heroes are invested with Holland dignities. +We hear of burghers, burgomasters, and stadtholders; of the dunes, the +sea, the dams, the strand, and the green, fertile meadows. Wherever the +scene of the play, we always recognize the streets, the canals, the +houses, the palaces, and the environs of Amsterdam. This was not due to +a lack of historical information, as was the case with Shakespeare, but +because the poet desired to bring the truth closer to the hearts of his +hearers. The fact, too, that this made the scenic requirements of a play +considerably less, thus reducing the expense of presentation, might also +have had some influence.</p> + +<p>Vondel, furthermore, when representing the past, never forgot the +present. It was ever before his eyes. Hence many of his plays were +political allegories, and were significant for their bearing upon the +time.</p> + +<p>The one universal characterization of all of his work, one that glows in +every poem, is his love of freedom—the ruling passion of his +countrymen. Already in the "Passover "—his first tragedy, written at +the age of twenty-six—we hear his cry, "O! sweetest freedom." Soon +afterwards, in his lyrics and in "Palamedes," he showed his strong +sympathy with Oldenbarneveldt; and during the bitter persecution that +followed, when he was forced to fly like a hunted beast from house to +house, this spirit grew by the opposition that it fed upon into a fierce +blaze, only quenched by death.</p> + +<p>Like the Father of Tuscan literature, his thoughts were ever attuned to +the spirit of his age. Like Dante, too, he was ever in the heart of the +battle. Like him, also, he was not worldly wise, and was naturally of a +rebellious temperament. He was himself in perpetual revolt. This was +due, however, not to a saturnine disposition, but to a keen sense of +justice, and to the idealism of a lofty, cultivated mind. To compel the +age to conform to the measure of his own conceptions he often found +procrustean methods necessary. Hence his stern aggressiveness against +wrong.</p> + +<p>He fain would have sat apart in silent contemplation, but he was +destined to know neither the Olympic calm of Goethe, nor the sublime +serenity of Shakespeare. "The life of the day, like an octopus, grasped +him and would not let him go." He drank in the wine of freedom, and his +soul was filled with the hunger of strife. His cry now became a +battle-cry. Wherever he saw wrong and injustice—and his eyes were ever +open—he donned his armor and dealt crushing blows for the cause of the +oppressed. Earnest, still, and passionate, great of soul and +impressionable of heart, the poet was a born fighter. His whole life was +a polemic against tyranny.</p> + +<p>His dear fatherland was the alpha and omega of his inspiration, and he +was, perhaps, the first Dutchman who deeply felt the consciousness of +national power. The next object of his soul's affection was his city, +Amsterdam, whose glories he never grew tired of singing. His +characterization:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The town of commerce, Amsterdam,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Known round the circle of the globe,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>might not improperly be reflected upon its new and yet more powerful +namesake in the New World, of whose grandeur he might well be deemed the +prophet, when, in his "Gysbrecht," with patriotic eloquence he pictures +the Amsterdam of the coming centuries. What though the ruling trident +has departed from the "Venice of the North," her peerless daughter, far +across the seas, yet holds triumphant sway!</p> + +<p>In his fiery patriotism Vondel much reminds us of Milton. He also was at +heart a zealous republican, though he had a Christian's unshaken +reverence for the anointed kings of earth, and for what he thought a +God-constituted authority. Hence the "Lucifer," and his relentless +opposition to the regicides of England and to Cromwell, "that murderer +without God and shame, who dared to desecrate and to assault the Lord's +anointed," as he says bitterly in one of his polemics.</p> + +<p>Like the great Englishman, the Hollander was also a good hater; and he +never spared what he hated. Though charitable, he was uncompromising, +and forgave not easily; always, however, deprecating the excesses of the +"root and branch" zealots of his own party. Just as Milton, after having +joined the Presbyterians, forsook them when they in turn began to +persecute the followers of other creeds, so, too, Vondel left the +Remonstrants when they crossed the jealous line of freedom.</p> + +<p>We are indeed inclined to believe that his strongest trait was his love +of justice, which caused him to oppose tyranny under every guise, and to +stigmatize the faults of his own church and party with expletives as +crushing as those that he hurled against his enemies.</p> + +<p>Thus his hatred of the Catholic Spaniards and of the Dutch Gomarists. +The bloody persecution of the one was in his eyes no worse than the +oppressive hypocrisy of the other. Even his beloved House of Orange drew +from him the bitterest opposition when, in Prince Maurice and in +William II., it threatened the liberty of his country and the privileges +of his beloved Amsterdam. Of him it may truly be said that his eyes were +never blinded by party prejudice.</p> + +<p>Milton, in an immortal sonnet, blew a trumpet-blast of vengeance for the +slaughtered Piedmontese. Why was that trumpet silent w hen his own party +perpetrated a similar massacre at Drogheda? Vondel was, indeed, far more +magnanimous than his great English contemporary. He had more of "the +milk of human kindness."</p> + +<p>How strong is our poet's admiration for the founders of the Republic, +the fathers of the "golden age," and for that grand race of intrepid +discoverers, pioneers, and explorers that pierced every corner of the +globe! How, too, flames his soul with pride, when he recounts the brave +deeds of those old sea-lions, Tromp and de Ruyter, and their fearless +companions, in the fierce battle against the growing English supremacy! +Not one of those heroes whom he did not crown with the wreath of an +immortal eulogy!</p> + +<p>Yet Vondel, even as Dante, was at heart a man of peace. Like his +countrymen, he never sought the fray; but when battle was forced upon +him, it meant a fight to the death. All his fighting was for peace. In +one of his poems he speaks of peace as:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"A treasure—Ah! its worth unknown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Surpassing far a triumph in renown."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Elsewhere he says, "The olive more than laurel pleases me." He never +forgot the high seriousness of his mission. He never lost sight of the +dignity of Christian manhood.</p> + +<p>Vondel was in a large sense also the poet of Christendom; a crusader, +with his face ever towards the New Jerusalem, throned in ethereal +splendors. He felt himself a member of that large Christian alliance +that Henry IV. wished to found as a barrier against the encroachments of +the Turk, the arch-foe of Christendom.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"He comes—the Turk! We stand with winged arms,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>he shouts in one of his poems. Yet he never forgot to pray, also, that +the erring ones, both Jew and Gentile, might be brought into the fold of +the "true Church."</p> + + +<h5>HIS VIEWS ON LIFE.</h5> + +<p>Of particular interest are the views of so old and so profound a seer on +life; for every poet has his scheme of life. What men call genius is, +indeed, only the faculty of seeing life through the prism of a +temperament, and the poets are preëminently the men of temperament. +Vondel, with his earnest, sincere nature, out of the bewildering chaos +of his environment soon evolved his own philosophy of existence. "Life, +that sad tragedy," the youthful poet calls it in his "Passover." To him +already life was a passing pageant, and man, an exile. His epitome of +the world's history, moreover, is not unlike the celebrated epigram of +Rhÿnvis Feith, another Dutch poet:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Man, like a withered leaf, falls in oblivion's wave.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We are, and fade away—the cradle and the grave;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Between them flits a dream, a drama of the heart;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Smart yields his place to Joy, and Joy again to Smart;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The monarch mounts his throne; the slave bows to the floor;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Death breathes upon the scene—the players are no more."</span><br /> +</p> +<p> +His gaze, like Milton's, was ever upward, +through the prison-bars of time, into the unconfined +vast of eternity. His tone, too, was most +glorious when singing "celestial things." +</p> +<p>How like the voice of a Hebrew prophet his +note of warning, where he cries:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Batavians, repent;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Think of Tyre and Sidon.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Repent as the Ninevites!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">O! mourn your sins!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>And after all this painful revelry of life, this lust of action, and the +battle's roar, it is a "haven sweet and still" that his earth-tormented +soul longs for. How softly he whispers after his fiery trumpet tones are +done:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"O! help me, O my God, to give my life to thee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My fragile self, my will, my little all. Let me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">O thou beyond compare! O source of everything!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In praises rich and deep thy matchless glory sing!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>In the pensive twilight of old age, he grew more and more conscious of +the true everlasting, and his patriotism became the all-embracing one of +the "fatherland above." He now began to look forward with child-like +faith to the revelations of the resurrection, though not forgetting +that:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The infant of eternity</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Must first be cradled in the tomb;"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>but believing that from the cerements of mystery shall break a light to +lead the soul to heaven.</p> + + +<h5>HIS PLACE AND ART.</h5> + +<p>Vondel, to an extraordinary degree, possessed that keen insight into +human nature which is the first requisite of the great satirist. He was +the Juvenal of his time. Though his wit is never delicate nor keen, it +is, however, sweeping and irresistible. His was no gentle zephyr of +irony to tickle the tender cuticle of a supersensitive age, but a very +cyclone of mockery to laugh a thick-skinned generation out of folly.</p> + +<p>His poetry is ever the instrument of exaltation; and though in its +condemnation of evil it often by its directness and frankness gives some +offense to the delicate edge of our modern refinement, it is never +indecently coarse; it is never a pander to vice.</p> + +<p>Indignation more intense, scorn more contemptuous, satire more powerful, +invective more tremendous than that glowing in the polemics of this +great satirist have never struck fear into the hardened hearts of the +wicked. Few men have been so hated; few have been so loved.</p> + +<p>Yet the sublime is the true field of this poet, and sublimer thoughts +than his were surely never spoken. The grandeur of Job, the glory of the +Psalms, and the splendor of the Apocalypse are all to be found in his +magnificent Biblical tragedies, that noble series commencing with the +"Jerusalem Desolate" of his untried youth, and ending with the "Noah" of +his octogenarian ripeness.</p> + +<p>The influence of the Bible on his art was prodigious. The Holy Writ was +the inexhaustible quarry from which he hewed his master, pieces; +throughout whose development may be traced the growth of a human soul. +See his paraphrase of the Psalms, if you would know his enjoyment of the +serene beauty of holiness.</p> + +<p>The artistic truth of all his creations is seen in their elemental +objectivity—the portrayal by vivid flashes of feeling and by artful +representation of the ever-during and imperishable. In most of his +dramas is the sublimity of Æschylus with the fine proportion and the +directness of Sophocles. In others, as in the "Leeuwendalers," where he +sings the triumph of peace, is the sweetness and the feminine strength +of Euripides.</p> + +<p>Of Vondel it has truly been said: "<i>Nihil tetigit quod non ornavit</i>;" +for to beauty—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"God's handmaid, Beauty,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Whose touch rounds</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A dew-drop or a world"—</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>he ever paid the incense of a passionate devotion.</p> + +<p>"Æschylus does right without knowing it," said Sophocles; even so Vondel +possessed an unerring instinct for the true; ever stringing the jewelled +beads of fancy on the golden thread of truth.</p> + +<p>Like Æschylus, too, he was at heart a lyric poet; yet who shall say that +in his character delineation, in the sweeping energy of his action, and +in the management of his plot, he was not almost equally as admirable?</p> + +<p>Like Dryden, Vondel rose very slowly to the stature of his full power. +All of his dramas preceding the "Lucifer" show this gradual development; +all of those that come later maintain the same standard of excellence.</p> + +<p>Like Goethe, the Dutch poet exerted an ennobling influence on the +theatre of his country. Like Dante, he was fond of a strong, bold +outline, and always chose a direct rather than a circuitous route. Like +Shakespeare, he was a keen observer of affairs, a student of life. His +works are the rimed chronicles of his age. His was a transcendent +genius, not oppressed by excessive culture, and with the creative ever +the ruling instinct. To him poetry was the divinest of the arts. It +became the ritual of his soul's worship; duty, beauty, and religion were +the three strings on his melodious lyre.</p> + +<p>His works abound in little scholasticism. Pedantry and affectation were +his abomination; pith and vigor, directness and comprehensiveness, the +radical elements of his strength. In his works we find a harvest of such +glorious themes as store the granary of poet minds; we see everywhere +evidences of power. We are ever startled by:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The lightning flash of an immortal thought,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The rolling thunder of a mighty line."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Vondel's similes are more striking than his metaphors; there is a +sustained glow in his imagery. In this respect, also, he shows the +Oriental bent of his genius. This is furthermore seen in his +personification of the elements of nature and of the stars and +constellations, as in the "Lucifer," which gives a barbaric splendor to +the play. Few poets, indeed, in any literature, contain such splendid +and elevated images.</p> + +<p>He, too, could woo discordant sounds to harmony, and wove the +consonantal Dutch into mellow meshes of ensnaring sound. A nobleness not +devoid of grace, a sublimity not austere, but warm with human sympathy; +a manner more remarkable for chaste strength and a rugged symmetry of +form than for delicacy or elegance—these are some of the +characteristics of his style.</p> + +<p>Not for him the sweet felicities of the mincing phraser or the dreamy +languors of the riming troubadour. Not for him the gaysome zephyr or the +dim, romantic moon. He is ever on the serene altitude of lofty +contemplation, or in the valley, battling like a god. He is always +deeply serious. He is everywhere sincere. His is the whirlwind and the +storm; the noonday glare and the midnight gloom. His is the eagle's +bold, epic flight and the lark's wild, lyric soar. No nightingale of +sentiment trills her dulcet serenade amid the forest of his song. And +yet who can be more tender and affecting, who more truly, softly sweet? +All is virile; nothing is effeminate. All is manly, healthful, pure. +There is no morbid fever of a brain diseased and foul. There is no pale, +misleading will-o'-the-wisp of a heart decayed and bad. There is +freshness, there is beauty, there is truth. "Magnificent" is the one +word for his manner, "the grand style" of the Netherlands.</p> + +<p>His was the sombre Occidental imagination fired with the splendor of the +Orient. His poetry is a Gothic cathedral, grand, towering, and +impressive, typical at once of the massive ruggedness of the oak and the +severe sublimity of the Alp; a Teutonic temple, in whose cloistered +corridors we hear the majestic sweep of unseen angels' wings, while the +glorious symphony of harps and psalteries, played by countless cherubim, +mingling with the rich bass of the organ and the ethereal tenor of +invisible choristers, rolls like a flood of celestial harmony through +all the deep diapason from heaven to hell.</p> + +<p>The word "vondel" in the Brabantian dialect means a "little bridge," +which suggests a not inapt analogy; for it was Vondel who bridged the +chasm between the crude Mystery and Miracle Plays of the Chambers of +Rhetoric, and the "Lucifer," a drama unequalled in the history of Dutch +literature. Between the dead abstractions of the Chambers and the warm, +concrete life of the sublime Vondelian drama, even as between "Gorboduc" +and "Hamlet," lay the experience of one soul.</p> + +<p>Hooft, like Heiberg in Denmark and Lessing in Germany, instituted a +revolution in the world of taste. But Vondel, even more than Hooft, +developed the latent powers of the tongue, enlarged its resources, and +fixed its form. His is still the noblest of Dutch diction, possessing +that strange virility that defies time.</p> + +<p>At the beginning of the century the language was hardly fit for literary +use. The school of Vondel in one generation—the first half of the +seventeenth century—did for Holland what the thirteenth century had +done for Italy and the sixteenth for England. Vondel, no less than +Shakespeare, was the creator of an epoch. His influence on his own +language was equally as wonderful, his impress on his country's +literature almost as great.</p> + +<p>To him the poets of the following generations, even the great +Bilderdÿk, looked for inspiration. To him also they have ever paid +homage.</p> + +<p>Like Homer, he also found his Zoilus, but the greatest intellects of his +country and his age—and surely few epochs have seen greater—Grotius, +Hooft, Vossius, Huyghens, and scores of others of almost equal fame +thought him not inferior to the noblest poets of antiquity.</p> + +<p>Vondel lived in a memorable epoch and was its personification. It was +the Augustan Era of Holland, the Dutch Age of Pericles. Amsterdam, like +another Athens, had become the centre of the world's civilization. +Nowhere in that age were the arts so sedulously cultivated; nowhere had +their cultivation been rewarded by such high attainment.</p> + +<p>Science, the world puzzler, opened his toy-box, the universe, and showed +its countless wonders. Philosophy, with guessive hand, played at the +riddle Destiny, and mild Religion, at the game of War. Literature, the +sum of all the arts and all the sciences, shone like the dazzling Arctic +sun in its brief midnight noon—one hour of glory in a day of gloom. +When the poet died, the epoch died with him. A night of mediocrity now +brooded over the marshy fens of Holland. A swarm of poetasters succeeded +the race of poets. Originality was banished. Affectation, with his +sycophantic wiles, had won the heart of a degenerate generation. Art, +like a flower suddenly deprived of the warm kisses of day, pined away in +the sterile cold. Genius was dead.</p> + +<p>Vondel is preëminently the poet of freedom. The principles sanctified by +the blood of his countrymen, and won by nearly a century of the most +noble daring and heroic endurance, he, as the voice of his nation, +glorified in his beautiful pastoral, the "Leeuwendalers." These same +principles also became the rallying shout of the English Revolution of +1688. That same war-cry, reechoing at Lexington and Alamance, swept the +American Colonies from Bunker Hill to Guilford Court House like a +whirlwind of flame; and tyranny, with shuddering dread, fled to its +native lair.</p> + +<p>The shibboleth of liberty, first blown with stirring trumpet tones +across the watery moors of Holland by the patriot-poet Vondel, was now +repeated in deathless prose at Mecklenburg and Philadelphia. A new +United States arose like a glorious phoenix from the ashes of the old.</p> + +<p>For the American Constitution was but the grand conclusion of that +lingering bloody syllogism of freedom, of which the Treaty of Munster +was the major premise. And Vondel, inspired logician of the true, +unravelling the tangled skein of his country's destiny, also uncoiled +the golden thread of our great fate.</p> + +<p>Of his magnificent works, the natural heritage of the American people, +we here present this choice fragment, the "Lucifer," aglow with the +eternal spirit of revolt.</p> + +<p>And now we leave our poet. A spotless name, the record of a noble, +sacrificing life, a message of beauty, and a treasury of immortal +truths—this was Vondel's legacy to his countrymen.</p> + +<p>L.C.v.N.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="The_Lucifer" id="The_Lucifer"></a>The "Lucifer."</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Away, away, into the shadow-land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where Myth and Mystery walk hand in hand;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where Legend cons her half-forgotten lore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And Sphinx and Gorgon throng the silent shore."</span><br /> +</p> + + +<h5>THE PARADISE HISTORY.</h5> + + +<p>The Paradise history, as solving the problem of the origin of man and +the origin of evil, and as foreshadowing the goal of human destiny, has +always been a subject of universal concern; one full of fascination for +the imagination of the poet. Few subjects, indeed, have aroused such +widely diffused and long sustained interest.</p> + +<p>Beginning with the "Creation" of the Spanish monk Dracontius, the +Biblical paraphrases of the old English poet Cædmon, and the Latin poem +of Avitus, Bishop of Vienna, we see, at different periods, various +studies of this absorbing theme, especially in Italy, where a score or +more poets and essayists made it the source of their inspiration.</p> + +<p>Perhaps the most noted of these was Andrieni (1578-1652), who wrote the +"Adamo," a tragedy in five acts, whose subject is the fall of man. This +drama, however, is a rather crude affair, such allegorical abstractions +as Death, Sin, and Despair being the chief characters.</p> + +<p>About the same period, strange to say, the Netherland imagination, not +long awakened from its medieval torpor, also became fired with this +theme. The youthful Grotius was the first to attempt it in his "Adamus +Exul," a Latin drama of considerable merit. This was in 1601, several +years before the "Adamo" of Andrieni. Two other Dutchmen of the same +generation, both far greater poets than Grotius, were also attracted by +this subject. One was the distinguished Father Cats in his idyll, "The +First Marriage;" the other was Justus van den Vondel in his "Lucifer."</p> + +<p>We would, in passing, call attention to the curious coincidence that so +many poets of so many different nations, most of them doubtless without +knowledge of the others, should about the same time have chosen this +subject of such historical and symbolical importance. For besides the +poets mentioned were many others: the Scotchman Ramsay, the Spaniard de +Azevedo, the Portuguese Camoens, the Frenchman Du Bartas, and two +Englishmen, Phineas Fletcher and John Milton. A more remarkable instance +of telepathy is not, we believe, on record.</p> + +<p>Of all of the works of the many authors who have treated this theme, +only two, however, have withstood the critical test of time; only two +have been awarded the palm of immortality. These two are Milton's +"Paradise Lost" and Vondel's "Lucifer": the former, the grandest of +English epics; the latter, the noblest of Dutch dramas. It is the +"Lucifer" that we have been asked to discuss.</p> + + +<h5>DID MILTON BORROW FROM VONDEL?</h5> + +<p>The "Lucifer" was published thirteen years before "Paradise Lost." The +scheme of the English poem had, however, already been crystallized in +the mind of its author for fifteen years. This scheme originally +contemplated a drama, which the poet's powerful imagination gradually +developed into an epic.</p> + +<p>To whom Vondel was indebted for the foundation of his tremendous drama +is easily ascertained. He himself mentions his authorities in his +admirable and learned preface. Among these were, besides the Holy Writ, +the various Church Fathers, the "Adamus Exul" of Grotius, the work of Du +Bartas, and a treatise on the fallen angels, by the English Protestant, +Richard Baker. His own imagination, however, soared far above the +fundamental hints that he received from any of these works on the +subject, so that the "Lucifer" is rightly considered one of the most +original and comprehensive poems in literature.</p> + +<p>To whom Milton was indebted for the idea of his great epic is, on the +other hand, not so easy to discover, although generation after +generation of critics have thrown upon this problem the searchlight of +innumerable essays.</p> + +<p>That the "Paradise Lost" is scintillant with many of the brightest gems +in the crown of the Greek and Latin classics is apparent even at a +cursory reading. That it is also studded with poetic paraphrases of many +modern authors has often been asserted.</p> + +<p>However, the opportunity for originality was colossal, and Milton's +imagination proved equal to the task. The conception of "Paradise Lost" +alone makes it the grandest work of the imagination of modern times.</p> + +<p>That the English poet occasionally borrowed a thought or a sentence can +not be doubted. Besides, he had a wonderful memory, long and tenacious, +which involuntarily emptied its gatherings into the flow of his thought +and into the stream of his discourse. That this was not always done +unconsciously is known from Milton's own confession, where he says: "To +borrow and to better in the borrowing is no plagiarie." And that he +bettered in the borrowing who can doubt? All that he touched turned to +gold; all that he thought came out transfigured. In the alembic of his +genius truth became beauty; the mortal, the immortal.</p> + +<p>As the "Lucifer" and the "Paradise Lost" are both concerning the same +subject, and as they are both founded upon the Biblical account of the +creation, it is but natural that they should have much in common. A +comparison of the two poems, therefore, we feel sure would bring to +light some striking and curious resemblances and many equally strong and +remarkable contrasts.</p> + +<p>As such comparison would expand this article beyond the prescribed +limits, we must leave it to the reader himself. Nor should he, for one +instant, forget the fundamental difference between the drama and the +epic.</p> + +<p>The epic may wander through the dales of Arcady, along description's +slow, meandering way, to pluck the roses of beauty and the lilies of +sentiment there growing in so sweet abundance. The drama, with vigorous +step and bold, unerring eye, pursues a straight path to the mountain-top +of its climax, whence, with increasing momentum, it plunges down to its +awful catastrophe. It is the difference between narration and action.</p> + +<p>We shall have to content ourselves, therefore, by a brief reference to +those who have already given this matter their attention.</p> + +<p>That Milton was under great obligations to Vondel's drama has been +maintained by Dutch men of letters for generations. It has also become +the contention of several distinguished English critics. Even as far +back as 1825 the poet Beddoes, in a review of "Hayley's Life and +Letters" (<i>Quarterly Review</i>, vol. xxxi.), says: "An effect which has +hitherto not been noticed was then produced by the Dutch poets. In their +school Joshua Sylvester (who lived amongst them) learnt some of the +peculiarities of his versification; and if Milton was incited by the +perusal of any poem upon the same subject to compose his 'Paradise +Lost,' it was by studying the 'Lucifer' and 'Adam in Ballingschap' of +Vondel, for he tried his strength with the same great poet in the +'Samson Agonistes;' Vondel being, indeed, the only contemporary with +whom he would not have felt it a degradation to vie."</p> + +<p>Mr. Edmund W. Gosse, in a brilliant essay entitled "Milton and Vondel," +was, we believe, the first Englishman who gave the subject conscientious +study.</p> + +<p>For this, on account of his knowledge of the difficult Dutch language, +he was peculiarly fitted. Mr. Gosse, in his own interesting manner, +tells how, during the seventeenth century, the Dutch, then one of the +most vigorous languages of Europe, was much more studied than it is +to-day; how the patriot Puritan, Roger Williams, having learned the +language in Holland during his exile there, taught it to John Milton, +then Cromwell's Latin secretary; how Milton also must have heard of the +great fame of the "Lucifer," and of the storm of fanatical opposition +that greeted its publication, from some of the Dutch diplomats whom it +was his place to entertain; how, too, he could hardly have been ignorant +of the name of the distinguished author of the drama, since it is known +that he was well acquainted with Hugo Grotius, who was a warm admirer +and the bosom friend of Vondel.</p> + +<p>In addition to these and other reasons, Mr. Gosse then brings forward a +plausible array of internal evidence, showing many points of similarity +in the construction and in the treatment of the two poems, summing up +with the conclusion that Milton was undoubtedly under considerable +obligation to his great Dutch contemporary.</p> + +<p>Rev. George Edmundson, M.A., of Middlesex, England, a graduate of +Oxford, in a scholarly and painstaking work of two hundred pages, +entitled "Milton and Vondel—a Literary Curiosity," next took up the +subject, carrying the comparison not only into these two poems, but into +all the works of Milton and into several others of Vondel.</p> + +<p>Mr. Edmundson also discovered many wonderful coincidences and +innumerable parallelisms in phrase and in imagery. Inspired with the +motto, <i>Suum cuique honorem</i>, he has woven a tissue of most ingenious +arguments to prove that Milton borrowed assiduously from the "Lucifer," +the "Adam," the "Samson," and other works of Vondel.</p> + +<p>Mr. Vance Thompson, in the New York <i>Musical Courier</i> of December 15, +1897, has also added some interesting data to the subject.</p> + +<p>With all the conclusions of these gentlemen we are not yet, however, +prepared to agree. It is true we have not given the matter the +comparative study that they have given it. We would wait, therefore, +until we had thought more deeply about it before expressing our final +opinion. However, we believe that a critical and impartial comparison of +the two masterpieces will neither detract from the glory of Milton nor +dim the grandeur of Vondel.</p> + + +<h5>THE SCENE OF THE PLAY.</h5> + +<p>"Lucifer" is not the story "of man's first disobedience," though this is +the outcome of the catastrophe. It is the drama of the fall of the +angels. Yet man is the one subject of contention. Our first parents are, +therefore, kept in the logical background of cause and effect. The +creation of Adam, his bliss and his growing eminence, were the prime +cause of the angelic conspiracy. The two-fold effect of the revolt was +to the rebellious angels loss of Heaven, and to Adam loss of Eden.</p> + +<p>Vondel, moreover, follows the doctrines of certain theologians that +Christ would have become man even had Adam not sinned. Like Milton, he +measures the scene of his heroic action with "the endless radius of +infinitude," and by the artful use of terrestrial analogies conveys to +the reader that idea of incomprehensible vastness that the transcendent +nature of the subject demands. Vondel is, indeed, even more vague; the +drama not giving opportunity for detailed description. Both are a +wonderful contrast to the minute visual exactness of Dante.</p> + +<p>The attempt to reconcile the spiritual qualities of the divine world +with the physical properties of this, necessarily introduces some +unavoidable incongruities. How can a material conception of the +immaterial be given save through the symbols of the real! How else can +the unknown be ascertained save through the equation of the known! How +else, save by visual and sensuous images, express such impalpable +thought!</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Thus measuring things in Heaven by things on earth,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>the poet gives us a finite picture of the infinite; a picture which yet, +by means of shadowy outlines and an artistic vagueness, impresses us +with the awful sublimity of the illimitable and eternal. The physical +immensity of the poem is unsurpassed.</p> + +<p>Humanized gods and Titanic passions shadowed by fate upon the immaculate +canvas of sacred legend—this is the play. The personality of the author +is never seen; yet when we know the man and his life, we cannot but see +therein the reflex of his own experience. The scene is in Heaven and +never leaves it. When actions occur elsewhere, they are described.</p> + +<p>Infinities above the scene of contention, far beyond "Heaven's blazing +archipelagoes," where no imagination dares to soar, reigns He</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">"Before whose face</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The universe with its eternity</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Is but a mote, a moment poised in space."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>There</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">"Stand the hidden springs of life revealed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The wondrous mechanism from earth concealed.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">There Nature's primal premises appear</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In simple grandeur, deep and crystal clear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Flowing from out the heart of boundless ocean</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of the eternal Now. With rapt devotion</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A myriad ministering forces there await</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The summons of His awful eyes of fate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The mandates of His all-compelling voice."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Far, far below those empyrean vaults is Earth, with its pristine +inhabitants. God and man—the Creator and the thing created, the First +Cause and the last effect—are both judiciously only introduced into the +drama by hearsay.</p> + +<p>Deep in the vague immensity lies Chaos, the uninhabited, through which +the vanquished rebels are to be hurled to their endless doom.</p> + +<p>But the poet also takes us</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Where meteors glare and stormy glooms invest;"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>as, leaving Elysium's fields of light, he views</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">"Hell's punishments and horrors dire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Its gulfs of woe and lakes of rayless fire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where demons laugh and fiends and furies rage</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Round writhing victims whose parched tongues assuage</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">No cooling drops of hope."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Such is the grand perspective from the scene of this stupendous drama.</p> + + +<h5>THE PEACEFUL JOYS OF PARADISE.</h5> + +<p>The play opens as softly as the opening strains of some grand oratorio. +The first act is largely descriptive, a picture of the beautiful +serenity of Heaven and of the joys of Paradise.</p> + +<p>Belzebub, the second devil, first comes on the scene, and, as he stands +upon those "heights flushed in creation's morn," by means of a few +words, vibrant with suggestion and of far-reaching import, he at once +gives us the key to the opening situation, indicating the relative +positions of the two chief personages of the drama—the antithesis of +Lucifer and Adam.</p> + +<p>Apollion has been sent below to gain some tidings of the new race of +earth. With speedy wings he soars back through the blue crystalline and +past the wondering spheres, bearing a golden bough laden with choice +fruit, that apple sweet whose juice is wine of destiny. He is brimming +with enthusiasm over the wonders that he has just witnessed.</p> + +<p>Belzebub, who has been anxiously awaiting his return, listens intently +to his glowing description of the beauty of Eden and its primal +innocence, occasionally interrupting with exclamations of wonder. +Question after question suggests itself to his excited imagination. At +first he is aflame with curiosity, then jealousy begins to tincture his +ardor, and his admiration soon changes into mockery.</p> + +<p>Apollion then describes the primeval pair and their unalloyed bliss, and +confesses that in the delightful blaze of Eve's charms his snowy wings +were singed. Indeed, to curb his increasing desire, he covered his eyes +with both hands and wings. Even when godlike resolution had impelled him +to return on high, he thrice turned back a lingering gaze towards the +more than seraphic beauty of the first woman. Far sweeter than even the +music of the spheres, those nightingales of space, is this most +beautiful note in the song of creation!</p> + +<p>Indescribably delicate is his account of the joys of that first +marriage:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">"And then he kissed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">His bride and she her bridegroom—thus on joy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Their nuptials fed, on feasts of fiery love,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Better imagined far than told—a bliss</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Divine beyond all angel ken;"</span><br /> +</p> +<p> +adding, with exquisite pathos, +</p> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">"How poor</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Our loneliness; for us no union sweet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of two-fold sex—of maiden and of man—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Alas! how much of good we miss; we know</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">No mate or happy marriage in a Heaven</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Devoid of woman."</span><br /> +</p> +<p> +With Belzebub, that mighty spirit severely +masculine, it is the growing power of the new +race that furnishes food for thought and ground +for an ulterior motive. The prospect of human +rivalry impresses him far more than the description +of a happiness to which the sexless angels +must ever be strangers. His soul is keyed in +a grander, more passionless mood. Apollion, +however, cannot forget this charming vision of +idyllic joy. He repeats the same enchanting +strain again and again. He even forgets to +answer his chief's questions, and returns to the +same fascinating theme in: +</p> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">"Their life consists</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Alone in loving and in being loved—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">One sweet, one mutual joy, by them indulged</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Perpetually, yet e'er unquenchable."</span><br /> +</p> +<p> +In this masterly manner the two controlling +motives of the play, the envy of man's power, +and the jealousy of human happiness, are seen +to originate. The latter, however, is soon +merged into the former, for Apollion, failing +to elicit sympathy with his tenderer emotions, +begins to sympathize with the more heroic +mood of Belzebub, and even attempts to inflame +it by artful suggestion. +</p> +<p> +The Archangel Gabriel, "The Herald from +the towering Throne of Thrones," now approaches, +with all the choristers of Heaven, to +unfold the last divine decree. +</p> +<p> +From the mouth of his golden trumpet fall +the silvery tones of peace. With jubilant +tongue he praises the glorious attributes of +the Deity and the boundless beneficence of the +Godhead. In yet grander strain he prophesies +the ascent of man, +</p> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Who shall mount up by the stairway of the world,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The firmament of beatific light</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Within, into the ne'er-created glow:"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>and foretells the future incarnation of the Son of God, who, "on his +high seat in his unshadowed Realm," shall judge both men and angels.</p> + +<p>Here the chorus, after the manner of the antique drama, bursts into a +line of pious affirmation. Gabriel then continues his address in a +sterner tone. Obedience to the divine command, and honor to the new race +is henceforth the bounden duty of the angelic hosts. Then follows a +description of the three hierarchies of Heaven, founded upon the +doctrine of the Church Fathers, ending with an eloquent iteration of +the divine command. As yet all is serene. Even those spirits who soon +shall unfurl the black banner of rebellion in that "virgin realm of +peace" are yet unaware that within their breasts slumbers a passion +that, awaking, will fill those holy courts with the tumultuous discord +of revolt.</p> + +<p>The ringing echoes of Gabriel's clarion trumpet have scarcely died away, +when, throughout the clear hyaline, millions of angelic choristers burst +into that sublime hymn of praise—that "anthem sung to harps of gold +"—the grandest ever penned:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Who is it on His Throne, high-seated?"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Triumphant songs and glad hosannahs now float down those "arching voids +of empyrean stair." "All that pleaseth God is well" is the devout +conclusion of this splendid outburst of celestial praise. Harmony +reechoes harmony; and with this glorious ode of jubilation the act comes +to an end.</p> + + +<h5>THE CLOUD OF CONSPIRACY.</h5> + +<p>In the second act, the protagonist first comes on the scene, like a god,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">"With thunder shod,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Crowned with the stars, and with the morning stoled."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>He has until now been artfully kept in the background. Drawn by +fire-winged cherubim, he sweeps into view, and voices, in no uncertain +tone, his dissatisfaction with the divine decree.</p> + +<p>Gabriel, the angel of revelation, is with admirable art now placed over +against the Stadtholder. Lucifer would argue—would know the exact +nature of Heaven's last decree. Gabriel, however, merely replies to his +eager questioning with a dignified affirmation of God's command, and +departs, leaving the divine injunction behind.</p> + +<p>Belzebub, with untiring malignity, now prods the wounded pride of the +fiery Stadtholder, and Lucifer again and again blazes into the most +intense and bitter defiance. Listen to this speech, seething with the +soul of rebellion:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Now swear I by my crown upon this chance</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To venture all, to raise my seat amid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The firmament, the spheres, the splendor of</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The stars above. The Heaven of Heavens shall then</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My palace be; the rainbow be my throne;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The starry vast, my court; while down beneath,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The Earth shall be my foot-stool and support;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I shall, then swiftly drawn through air and light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">High-seated on a chariot of cloud,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With lightning-stroke and thunder grind to dust</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Whate'er above, around, below doth us</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Oppose, were it God's Marshal grand himself;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yea, e'er we yield, these empyrean vaults,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Proud in their towering masonry, shall burst,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With all their airy arches, and dissolve</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Before our eyes; this huge and joint-racked earth</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Like a misshapen monster lifeless lie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">This wondrous universe to chaos fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And to its primal desolation change.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who dares, who dares defy great Lucifer?"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Surely the spirit of revolt never found fiercer and more poetical +expression! Surely more eloquent and stupendous daring was never uttered +than the blasting fulminations of this celestial rebel, who now stands, +like a colossus of evil in the realm of good!</p> + +<p>The leaders of the conspiracy then meet together and hatch their deep, +nefarious plot. Lucifer towers magnificent, the controlling spirit in +every plan, full of impelling thought and of tremendous action. +Apollion, that "master wit with craftiness the spirits to seduce," and +Belial, whose "countenance, smooth-varnished with dissimulation's hue," +knows no superior in deception, at Lucifer's command now sow the seeds +of dissension broadcast throughout the Heavens. The dialogue between +these two celestial rogues shows great dramatic skill, and abounds in +subtleties worthy of the chief himself. Their whole plan seems to be:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Through something specious, 'neath some seeming guised,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>to win first the various chiefs and then the bravest warriors to the +standard of the Morning-star; and then with these</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">"For all eternity</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Mankind to lock without the gate of Heaven."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>A high-sounding resolve,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"That tinkles well in the angelic ear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And flashes like a flame from choir to choir."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The chorus of good angels again comes on the stage, and with antiphonal +harmonies reveals the growing discontent. How eloquently it pictures the +serene beauties of Heaven, now tarnished with "mournful mists from +darkness driven!" A beautiful and poetic synthesis of the preceding act!</p> + + +<h5>THE GATHERING GLOOM.</h5> + +<p>In the third act, the Heavens are in a blaze of uproar. The rebellion is +now widespread; and revolution is imminent. The whole act is one grand +antithesis of the loyal and the seditious angels, or Luciferians, as the +latter are called. It is strophe and anti-strophe nearly all the way +through. It is argument and counter-argument from beginning to end.</p> + +<p>With wonderful art, our sympathy for the rank and file of the +rebellious spirits is first awakened. One is made to feel that their +disaffection is genuine and that their sorrow is unaffected. They +represent the dissatisfied people, brought to the verge of frenzy by the +wily arts of the demagogue; the howling mob, wanting only the kindling +spark to flash into the flame of revolt; the maddened rabble, waiting +for the master-spirit to spur them into open revolution.</p> + +<p>And the master-spirit appears. Belzebub, by his colossal hypocrisy and +diabolical cunning, succeeds in drawing them into an incriminating +attitude. Michael, austere and magnificent, approaches at this crisis, +and these two chiefs are then thrown into admirable juxtaposition. +Michael's grandeur has already been foreshadowed, and his character in +every way equals the conception of him that we were led to form.</p> + +<p>Like Lucifer, he is preëminently the incarnation of action. He will not +argue. He does not appeal. He is a god of battle; not a divinity of +words. He is stern and powerful. He is terse and terribly severe; and +after a few words full of scathing scorn and ominous with threat, he +commands the virtuous angels to part at once from the rebellious horde. +He then leaves to learn the will of the Most High.</p> + +<p>The disappearance of Michael is the signal for the advent of the head of +the rebellion himself. Lucifer now comes opportunely to the front. With +great art the meeting of the Field-marshal and the Stadtholder has been +avoided. Such a meeting would have brought about a premature crisis. The +Luciferians, in a splendid burst of appeal, beg the Stadtholder's +protection. To this appeal Lucifer replies in a speech that is sublime +in its hypocrisy. He professes blind attachment to God, and proceeds to +test their sincerity by skillfully opposing questions of prudence and +arguments of peace, while at the same time he admits, apparently with +great reluctance, that their grievances are well founded. He hopes, too, +that their displeasure will not be accounted as a stain on high, and +that God will forgive their righteous resentment.</p> + +<p>When, however, he discovers that they are firm in their determination to +obtain their rights by force of arms, that they sincerely desire him as +their chief, and that at least one-third of all the spirits are already +numbered among the rebels, he throws off his mask, and quickly changes +front:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Then shall we venture all, our favor lost</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To the oppressors of your lawful right."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>He now again appears as the imperious prince of revolt, and at +Belzebub's solicitation mounts the throne which the latter has +meanwhile prepared for him. Belzebub enjoins the hosts to swear +allegiance to Lucifer and to his morning-star, which oath is given with +a will, and the act is at an end.</p> + +<p>The chorus of Luciferians then extol their leader in an ode breathing +defiance and blazing with the flame of rebellion. The clanging tread of +a mailed warrior resounds in every line. The note of triumph rings out +boldly; and with professions of fealty to their chief, and kindling with +adoration for his morning-star, they march off the stage. This ode is a +curious medley of antique metres, trochees, dactyls, and spondees, +attuned to tumultuous emotion. Boldly regular in its classic +irregularity, it echoes and re-echoes with the clamor of battle and the +shout of revelry. It is a pæan keyed in the strident chord of Hell.</p> + +<p>Scarcely have these fiercely jubilant tones died away, when the good +angels follow with a plaintive ode of sorrow that is a striking +antithesis to the passionate outburst of hate with which the air is yet +reverberating.</p> + +<p>Strophe and antistrophe proceed in the same mournful iambic measure, in +verses sweetly musical with curious rimes, when suddenly in the epode +they break into a livelier strain, and in tripping trochaics give voice +to an entirely different mood—a fiery indignation mingled with a deep +sense of the grave crisis that threatens the autonomy of Heaven.</p> + +<p>Here, too, is a foreshadowing of the transcendent power that shall quell +this treason. Nothing can be more original and artistic than these +lyrics themselves. Nothing can be more harmonious than their blending +with the action. Vondel is never more admirable than here.</p> + + +<h5>THE SEETHING SEAS OF SEDITION.</h5> + +<p>In the fourth act the rebellion has become a conflagration:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The whole of Heaven glows with the fierce blaze</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of tumult and of treachery."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Gabriel, winged with command, comes on the scene, and orders Michael, in +the name of God,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"To burn out with a glow of fire and zeal</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">These dark, polluting stains."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Michael is astounded to learn of the treachery of Lucifer, and, in reply +to his inquiries, Gabriel gives a beautiful and pathetic account of the +progress of the revolt, and tells how the radiant joy of God became +overshadowed with mournfulness. Michael now summons Uriel, his +armor-bearer, to his side, and at once proceeds to put on his armor, at +the same time shouting his orders to his myriad legions around him. In +the twinkling of an eye the celestial host stands in marching array and +is rapidly hurried forward.</p> + +<p>We are now transported into the hostile camp, where Lucifer is seen +questioning his generals as to the number and the disposition of his +forces. Belzebub replies with a lucid and highly colored report, saying +that the deserters sweep onward with</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"A rush and roar from every firmament,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Like a vast sea aglow with radiant lights."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Lucifer is much pleased to learn this, and from his throne addresses his +flaming squadrons in a speech bristling with warlike reason and full of +indomitable courage.</p> + +<p>He fully apprehends the enormity of his offense, and cunningly makes his +hearers equal sharers in his guilt. Retreat is now impossible. The +celestial Rubicon is crossed. They have already burnt all bridges behind +them. "Necessity, therefore," he says, "must be our law." If defeated, +God himself cannot wholly annihilate them; while if they chance to win, +"the hated tyranny of Heaven" shall then be changed into a state of +freedom; nor shall the angels then be forced</p> + +<p> +"To pant beneath the yoke of servitude forever."<br /> +</p> + +<p>Once more he demands the oath of allegiance, and is about to give the +command, "Forward!" when Belzebub espies the beautiful figure of Rafael +winging his golden way trough the crystal empyrean on a mission of +mercy.</p> + +<p>Even Belzebub is touched at this unlooked-for sign of angelic affection, +and his tone, usually so sarcastic and so severely deliberate, as he +announces his advent, is softened to a transient tenderness. For once he +has forgotten his usual mocking air, and this exquisite touch does much +to relieve the sombre impression of his tremendous malignity.</p> + +<p>Rafael, a celestial St. John, melting with love for the Stadtholder, +falls in a paroxysm of grief and tenderness upon his neck. We +intuitively feel that some secret bond of sympathy must bind these two +angels, so dissimilar in spirit and in character, together.</p> + +<p>Lucifer, overwhelming in passion, gigantic in intellect, resistless in +will—magnificent in his whole personality; Rafael, sublime in devotion, +infinite in pity, immaculate in holiness—the apotheosis of all that is +beautiful! Lucifer, whose eyes flash ambition and whose heart flames +hate; Rafael, whose gaze is aspiration and whose soul is love! The +genius of evil and the spirit of virtue; the proudly wicked and the +meekly good! The infernal masculine stands confronted by the heavenly +feminine; harsh violence is caressed by loving gentleness, and pride and +humility embrace! Truly a masterly antithesis!</p> + +<p>In a strain of glorious appeal, Rafael begs Lucifer to desist, and first +aims at the weakest point in his armor—his pride. How splendid his +description of Lucifer's glory! His former pomp is here artistically +pictured to heighten the contrast with his fall.</p> + +<p>He next proceeds to threaten, and gives an equally vivid picture of the +horrible punishments—"the worm, endless remorse, and ever-during +pain"—reserved for him. He then offers his olive branch as a token of +divine mercy, and urges immediate acceptance before it is forever too +late. Truth offers hope to error on the high-road to despair; peace +pours her golden offering at the iron feet of war!</p> + +<p>Lucifer, proud in his consciousness of strength, as the chosen head of +millions of angelic warriors, one-third of the entire spirit world, is, +however, unmoved. He asseverates that he merely wishes to uphold the +ancient charter. The standard of revolt is also the banner of right. +Duty has called; justice commanded; friendship inspired him to take this +step for the protection of the celestial Fatherland. He, too, then,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">"With necessity,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Hear his own words:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"I shall maintain the holy right, compelled</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">By high necessity, thus urged at length,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though much against my will, by the complaints</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And mournful groans of myriad tongues."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Rafael stands aghast at the picture of such hardened wickedness. His +hairs rise with fear to hear the Archangel's shameless confession, and +he promptly accuses him of ambition and of gross deceit.</p> + +<p>Lucifer, however, indignantly denies this, and proudly asserts that he +has always done his full duty. Rafael then reads aloud his evil purpose +as it is written in lurid letters on his heart. The astonished chief no +longer denies his lust for power, but claims the prerogative of his +position as the Stadtholder of God. At last he is brought to the +acknowledgment that the ascent of man is the stone upon which his +"battle-axe shall whet its edge."</p> + +<p>Rafael, like an angel of light, then pleads with this spirit of darkness +in tones of sweetest tenderness. He stands here like a personified +conscience. He would be the guardian angel of the great Stadtholder. +Not a harsh word escapes the stern lips of the flaming Archangel. His +own vast knowledge and his deep heart testify how good are the +intentions of his friend. What visions are here called up of the happy +days of their friendship, when they basked in the untarnished splendors +of Heaven, before a thought of evil had tolled the funeral knell of +peace!</p> + +<p>Argument after argument, in cumulative progression, falls from the +pleader's mellifluous tongue. Lucifer is stern and unyielding. Still +Rafael pleads on. For an instant Lucifer falters. Rafael sees his +advantage; and not only again offers him his olive branch, but appoints +himself as Lucifer's hostage with God —so sure is he of obtaining +mercy.</p> + +<p>Lucifer is almost overcome; but the thought of his morning-star setting +in shame and darkness, and a vision of his enemies defiant on the +throne, still steels his heart in its obstinate resolve.</p> + +<p>Rafael next pictures for him, in lurid colors, the lake of brimstone +down below, whose mouth yawns for his destruction. Once more, for the +third time, he offers the Archrebel the branch of peace, and promises +full grace.</p> + +<p>Lucifer then gives voice to that grand soliloquy, beginning:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"What creature else so wretched is as I?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">On the one side flicker feeble rays of hope,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">While on the other yawns a flaming horror."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Here he reveals for the first time his inmost heart. This is the crisis +of his career—the climax of the whole play. Nowhere is the suspense so +keen. One wonders how the Archangel will decide in this critical moment:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"This brevity twixt bliss and endless doom."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>His pride of will has in one stroke become a chaos of indecision. We are +made to sympathize with his terrible anguish, as the logic of his +remorse-throbbing conscience leads him to the bitter adversative:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"But 'tis too late—all hope is past."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The ominous sound of Michael's battle trumpet rudely awakes him from his +revery, and forces him to the stern realization of the impending strife. +Just at this moment, also, Apollion soars into his presence with the +news of the near approach of God's Field-marshal.</p> + +<p>Lucifer, however, is as yet too agitated, so soon after his sudden +apprehension of the enormity of his crime and of the terrible punishment +reserved for him in the probable event of his defeat, to respond with +alacrity to the summons. It is with great difficulty that he rouses +himself from his soliloquizing mood. He must think; but although he +feels far more than his followers that</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The heavy bolt of war should not be weighed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Too lightly,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>and although he well knows that the odds are against him, he has, by the +time that his other chieftains approach, quite recovered himself, and at +once gives the quick, sharp command of the soldier. The time for action +has come. Behind their towering leader, amid the blare of bugles and the +trumpet's stirring tones, his serried battalions march with waving +banners off the stage.</p> + +<p>Of this busy scene Rafael, meanwhile, has been a silent but interested +spectator. Now alone in his sorrow, he melts into a compassionate +monologue; and, joined by the chorus, gives utterance to that beautiful +lyric of grief, that tender prayer so full of the sweet melody of +appeal, at the end of the fourth act. Amid the jarring clamor and the +frenzied shout of the departing squadrons, this anthem of mercy rises to +God like a benediction. Over the passion waves of the tumultuous hell of +rebellion around them, their voices tremble like the echoes of a heaven +forever lost.</p> + +<p>Surely, the emotion of forgiving compassion was never combined with a +more musical sorrow. Here, as in all of Vondel's lyrics, there is a +perfect harmony between the form and the thought.</p> + + +<h5>FLOOD AND FLAME.</h5> + +<p>At the opening of the last act, Rafael is discovered on the battlements +of Heaven. He is in a fever of anxiety to learn the result of the +contest, and peers into the empyrean for some sign of a messenger from +the field,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Where armies reel on slopes with lightning crowned."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The glad sounds of approaching triumph fall on his ear. Across the pure +hyaline now dart meteoric flashes of light. Each shield of the +victorious legions dazzles like a sun:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Each shield-sun streams a day of triumph forth."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Far in advance of the returning battalions speeds Uriel, "Angel with +swiftest wing," bearing the message of victory. With incredible +velocity—for he is winged with good news—he flashes through the air, +in his "aery wheels" exultingly waving his "flaming, keen, two-edged +sword." He has reached the serene altitude of Heaven. He has gained the +farthest wall. He is at hand.</p> + +<p>Rafael is full of eagerness to hear the details of the fight, the +particulars of "this the first campaign in Heaven." Uriel then, "with +sequence just," gives a vivid account of the preparations for battle, +beginning with the moment when Gabriel first informed Michael of the +defection of the Stadtholder.</p> + +<p>He tells how the countless loyal legions, at their chief's command, +deploy themselves in battle line until they form in serried rank</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">"One firm</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Trilateral host that like a triangle</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thrust out its edges sharp upon the eye."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Michael, the Field-marshal, stands in the heart of this triangle, +towering high above his fellows, the personification of judgment,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">"With the glow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of lurid lightnings in his lifted hand."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Splendid is the picture of the infernal host; their squadrons,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Battalion on battalion, riders pale</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">On dim mysterious chargers,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>advance in the form of a crescent moon. Belzebub and Belial command the +two horns of this formidable array,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Both standing there in shining panoply,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Vying in splendors grand."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Lucifer himself holds the centre, "the point strategic" of his army, +while Apollion behind him bears on high the lofty standard with its +streaming morning-star.</p> + +<p>Rafael, in his excitement, occasionally interrupts this graphic +description with exclamations of wonder, and, as the story of the +terrible conflict progresses, also with occasional cries of horror and +of pity. Great art is shown in the introduction of these exclamatory +pauses into the long account of the battle scene. It not only gives the +narrator time to get breath, but voices the feelings of the listener, +and intensifies his suspense.</p> + +<p>Then follows a brilliant account of the Stadtholder. As the rebel chief +is the protagonist, and as the seditious angels furnish the subject +matter for the drama, the poet has artistically described them at great +length. At last the two armies confront each other. We are now made to +see how they</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Panted for strife and for destruction flamed."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Then follows the famous battle scene, which must be read in the poet's +own thrilling words. Here is action in every line, a battle stroke in +each word.</p> + +<p>After the first onset, the celestial legions begin by circling wheels to +soar aloft, whence, like a falcon, they shall soon precipitate +themselves upon their enemies, who, having also risen, but with heavier +sail, are likened to a flock of drowsing herons, thrown into sudden +consternation by the sight of their dreaded foe.</p> + +<p>Uriel now gives a striking picture of the grand perspective above—the +celestial legions, high in the empyrean, arrayed like a shining +triangle, the symbol of the Trinity; far beneath, the infernal phalanx, +gleaming like a crescent on the turbaned brow of night, the sign of the +Turk, whose ferocious hordes, even in Vondel's time, were yet thundering +at the gate of Christendom. Thus each army hangs:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Suspended like a silent cloud,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Full weighted 'gainst the balanced air."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Again the celestial triangle, with terrific force, crashes into the +infernal half-moon, and flames of brimstone, red and blue, flash far out +into the sky. Thunderbolt on thunderbolt, unchained, leap with angry +roar into the surging horde, leaving havoc, ruin, and desolation in +their lurid wake. The centre of the half-moon begins to break; and its +pointed horns nearly meet together behind the resistless triangle.</p> + +<p>Lucifer performs wonderful feats of valor. High on his blazing chariot, +he is a conspicuous figure. His fierce team, "the lion and the dragon +blue," symbolic of pride and envy, enraged by the battle-strokes rained +upon their starry backs, fly forward with fearful strides—the lion, +with dreadful bellows, biting and rending; while his terrible mate +shoots pest-provoking poisons from his frothy tongue, and,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">"... Raving, fills the air</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With smoke blown from his nostrils far and wide."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>On every side the infernal chief is surrounded by his enemies. They try +to overpower him with mere numbers. He parries every stroke, or breaks +their force upon his shield. He then waves his battle-axe aloft to fell +God's glowing banner, when Michael, clad in glittering armor, "like a +god amid a ring of suns," suddenly confronts him.</p> + +<p>The Archangel sternly calls upon the rebel Prince to surrender. But +Lucifer, unmoved, three times with his war-axe strives to cleave the +diamond shield of Michael, wherein blazed God's most holy name. The axe +rebounds and shivers into fragments; and we cannot but sympathize with +the Archrebel, who is now in a bad plight indeed. The grand catastrophe +to which the swift current of his wickedness has been bearing him is at +last at hand, reserved with consummate art until the middle of this +act.</p> + +<p>Michael lifts his terrible right hand, and through the helmet and head +of his disarmed but yet unconquered foe he smites his lightnings, +cleaving unto his very eyes. The force of this blow is such that Lucifer +is hurled from his chariot, which follows him downward, whirling round +and round in its descent:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Thus lion, dragon, driver, all plunge down."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>In vain the fierce swarms of warring rebels attempt to stay their chief. +Uriel engages Apollion, and succeeds in wresting from him the rebel +banner with its morning-star. Belzebub and Belial still fight on; but +their legions are all confused. The crescent has now become a +disorganized mob,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"And o'er them fell destruction rolls its flood."</span> +</p> + +<p>In vain Apollion comes back into the field, reinforced by the monsters +from the firmament of Heaven, which may be supposed to typify, as Vondel +says in his preface, the abuse of the forces of nature by the Devil to +effect his evil designs.</p> + +<p>Orion, shrieking until the very air grows faint, strives to crush the +head of the assault, that</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 10em;">"... Heedless of</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Orion or his club, moves grandly on."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The Northern Bears stand upon their haunches to oppose their brutish +strength. The Hydra gapes with poison-breathing throats. But, unmindful +of all these, the triangle still advances. Numerous other episodes, in +the meanwhile, are happening along the line of battle; but the suspense +is at last over. The victory of the celestial angels is a glorious fact.</p> + +<p>Rafael now gives utterance to exclamations of praise, and asks Uriel +concerning the effect of his defeat on the fallen Archangel. Uriel then +recounts his terrible punishment, and relates how his splendid beauty +was now become, in falling, a complication of seven dreadful monsters, +typifying the seven deadly sins. That beast, says the narrator,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Doth shrink to view its own deformity,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And veils with darkling mists its Gorgon face."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The fate of the protagonist being known, Rafael next wishes to learn +what became of the rest of the rebel host. Then follows the account of +the tumultuous rout, wherein the fleeing hordes, in their descent to +Hell, also undergo a metamorphosis into the forms of strange and uncouth +monsters.</p> + +<p>At this point the triumphant Michael himself approaches with his +victorious legions, laden with glorious plunder. The celestial +choristers, strewing their laurel leaves, accompanied by the sound of +cymbal, pipe, and drum, now greet him with a song of jubilation which, +even more than most of Vondel's lyrics, is peculiar for the intricacy of +its rimes.</p> + +<p>"Hail to the hero, hail," they cry. The spirit and liveliness of this +pæan are eminently suited to voice the long pent-up plaudits of the +angels. The regularity of this ode, with its rapid melodious swing, is a +marked contrast to the strident enthusiasm and the discordant harmony of +the chorus of Luciferians at the end of Act III.</p> + +<p>As soon as the joyful reverberations of the battle-hymn have ceased to +roll through the interminable arches on high, Michael addresses his +legions and the assembled hosts in a speech of great dignity, ascribing +the glory of the victory to God alone. He speaks proudly of the spoils +of battle, which have already been hung on the bright axis of Heaven.</p> + +<p>"No more shall we," says he,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Behold the glow of Majesty supreme</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dimmed by the damp of base ingratitude."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>He next pictures the defeated rebels as:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">"...All blind and overcast</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With shrouding mists, and horribly deformed."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Then he concludes with stern sententiousness:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Thus is his fate who would assail God's Throne,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>which the choristers as gravely repeat.</p> + +<p>The expected catastrophe has occurred, and the terrible conclusion has +been described. In the stormy wake of the sad fall of the angels follows +the no less sad fall of man—the loss of</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The primal innocence 'mid Eden's bowers."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The heaving, seething seas of rebellion, "swollen to the skies," have, +it is true, subsided; but again they gather momentum for one more wave +of disaster, which now breaks upon the shore of Earth, spreading death +and desolation throughout the sinless groves of Paradise; for Gabriel +now approaches and hurls into the joyful camp a thunderbolt of sad +surprise. "Alas! alas!" he cries, breaking into lamentation, "our +triumph is in vain;" and he announces the fall of Adam.</p> + +<p>Michael is astounded, and shudders as he hears the news. With infinite +distress he listens to Gabriel's interesting account of how the +overthrow was effected. Gabriel first describes the "dim, infernal +consistory" far, far below. Here Lucifer called together all his +chieftains, who now</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Unto each other turned abhorring gaze."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Then,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"High-seated 'mid his councillors of state,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>the Archfiend, whose character is now shown in its full development, +addressed his followers in words full of bitter rage against God—a +striking contrast to the dignity of Michael's address.</p> + +<p>His heart is now a hell of hate, boiling with passion for revenge. The +Heavens must be persecuted and circumvented, and this must be done by +the ruin of man. With prophetic eye he pictures his future dominion on +earth, and the myriad miseries into which the fall shall plunge mankind. +He then promises his fellow-conspirators the future adoration of the +human race, when as heathen gods and pagan deities they shall receive +the praise of countless multitudes of men.</p> + +<p>At this point Michael breaks into fierce execrations, making a vow of +summary and condign punishment. Gabriel then continues to relate how +Lucifer selected Belial as the most worthy instrument to seduce the +happy pair. Belial, taking upon himself the form of the Serpent, +succeeds most fiendishly in his unholy mission, first, as in the +Biblical account, alluring Eve, who in turn tempts Adam. Their fall and +shame and misery are pathetically told. In the midst of this sad story +the chorus interjects its wail of sympathy, while Gabriel continues by +narrating the colloquy of the hapless twain with God.</p> + +<p>Gabriel then gives the woeful details of their penalty, and presents a +dismal picture of future wretchedness, against the blackness of which, +however, is one bright star—the promise of the Strong One, the Hero who +shall crush the Serpent's head.</p> + +<p>Gabriel now commands Michael to place all things in their wonted place +lest the malicious spirits should "further mischief brew." Michael, the +spirit of eternal order, then proceeds to reduce this chaos of evil to +final subjection.</p> + +<p>He first sends Uriel down,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"To drive the pair from Eden who have dared</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Transgress, so rash and blind, the primal law."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>His duty it is, also, to force mankind</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"To labor, sweat, and arduous slavery."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>He is, furthermore, to act as sentinel over the garden and over the tree +of the knowledge of good and evil.</p> + +<p>Ozias is enjoined to capture and securely bind the host of the infernal +animals with the lion and the dragon, who so furiously raged against +the standard of Heaven. Listen to this stern command:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Sweep from the sky these hordes accursed, and bind</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Them neck and claw, and chain them forcibly."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Azarias is entrusted with the key of the bottomless abyss, wherein he is +commanded to lock all that assail the powers of Heaven. To Maceda is +given the torch to light the sulphurous lake down in the centre of the +earth, wherein Lucifer, the evil-breeding protagonist, with poetic +justice, so near the scene of his last flagrant crime, is doomed to +endless solitary torment; there,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">"... In the eternal fire</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Unquenchable, with chilling frosts commingled,"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">"Amid the bitter blast of memory's regret,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>to suffer the throes of ten thousand hells, and to discover</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"How slow time limps upon a crutch of pain,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>through an eternity of keen remorse.</p> + +<p>For the last time the chorus comes on the stage, echoing in a brief +epilogue the one silvery voice of hope that speaks from that dark +conclusion of multitudinous despair.</p> + +<p>It, too, gives promise of a brighter dawn, wherein the "grand +deliverer" shall cleanse fallen man of the "foul taint original," +opening for him a fairer Paradise on high, where the thrones, made +vacant by the fall of the angels, shall, as in Cædmon, be filled by the +glorified souls of the children of men Thus the spectator is left +attuned to the triumph of Christ in the promised reconciliation, and the +work of redemption is made complete.</p> + +<p>In this noble ending, evil, though not annihilated, is controlled; the +good is victorious; and Heaven is once more restored to its pristine +holiness. The fallen angels, the imperious lords of Heaven, have been +succeeded by the lowly third estate, the human worms whom they so much +despised.</p> + +<p>Thus here, too, revolution has proved progression. The storm of war has +ceased, and above the thunder-mantled sky shines the glorious rainbow of +peace.</p> + + +<h5>THE "LUCIFER" AS A DRAMA.</h5> + +<p>Like all of Vondel's dramas, the "Lucifer" is after the Greek model; and +surely that model was never inspiration for a more splendid tragedy. +Vondel's idea of the classic drama was derived from the close study of +the ancients and their modern Dutch commentators—Heinsius, Vossius, +Grotius, Barlæus, and other Latinists of renown.</p> + +<p>The "Lucifer" is a tragedy after Chaucer's own heart:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Tragedis is to sayn a certeyn storie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As olde bokes maken us memorie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of hem that stood in greet prosperité,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And is yfallen out of heigh degree</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Into miserie, and endith wrecchedly."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>There is no death, no blood, no murder. It is the drama of a magnificent +ruin!</p> + +<p>The action of the play, pursuing the straight track of one controlling +purpose, and moving with terrible majesty to the goal of an inevitable +destiny, also makes it a tragedy in the larger dramatic sense. The +wonderful characterization and the overpowering ethical motive also make +its application universal. The epico-lyrical quality of this drama, +furthermore, gives it a force and cohesiveness unattainable by either +epic or lyric.</p> + +<p>True, the "Lucifer" as a drama does not deal with men. However, this is +a distinction without a difference; for the characters, while they +command our awe as divinities not subject to the limitations of this +carnal shroud, the body, are yet sufficiently human to elicit our +warmest sympathy.</p> + +<p>It is, moreover, a play full of heart-agitating passion; and it is +addressed, in a most extraordinary degree, to the moral nature—the +chief function of all tragedy. Here, too, as in the great drama of the +universe, the divine law is the first propelling cause of the action.</p> + +<p>The clash of interests and the logical destiny of cause and effect carry +the tragic subject without apparent effort to its denouement. The causes +are everywhere adequate to produce the effects, and no trivial effects +are the result of the huge action; no mountain is set in travail to +bring forth a mouse. The disposition of the characters also conforms to +our sense of justice, and their development is everywhere within the +range of probability.</p> + +<p>Besides the main theme, ambition, and the chief object, +self-aggrandizement, are various incidental themes and objects which +naturally arise out of the circumstances and conditions of the play. +This is, however, but natural, and only renders the drama more varied +and interesting; these little streams of interest being but tributaries +to the main stream of the action, contributing to, rather than +retarding, its majestic sweep to the Niagara of its catastrophe.</p> + +<p>The drama, though concerning the divine beings of another sphere, +conforms, except where tradition or religion has invested these with +extraordinary qualities and powers, to the physical requirements of +this, thus making it more probable and the action more dramatic.</p> + +<p>The dramatist is a veritable illusion-weaving magician, leading the +spectator through tortuous mazes of expectation into a labyrinth of +suspense. The end is reached, and lo! the path which appeared so +bewilderingly crooked is straight and direct, without a turn to its +starting point. Everywhere, too, the mind of the reader coöperates with +the mind of the poet in his logical appeals to the heart.</p> + +<p>The action, moreover, has its mainspring in error, and ends in showing +the natural consequences of crime, with a picture of the sin atoned +though not unpunished.</p> + +<p>Nowhere is the human interest of this drama lessened by grand scenic +displays. These are truly splendid; but even such sublime properties as +the universe affords only heighten the interest by showing that, after +all, "the thinking will" we call the soul is the noblest work of God. As +played on the stage, the drama must have had exceedingly simple, though +perhaps somewhat costly, accessories.</p> + +<p>Nothing in the play is more admirable than the uninterrupted contrast of +thought and the constant antithesis of character. Nothing, furthermore, +can surpass the inimitable art with which the monologue is handled at +the critical moments that determine a character, as in Lucifer's +soul-revealing soliloquy in the fourth act. Here the action, though +still sweeping irresistibly on, seems to be in perfect poise, while the +inmost secrets of the heart are laid bare.</p> + +<p>In his dialogue, also, Vondel is simple and direct. The conversation is +always used to recall, to suggest, or to display some motive that binds, +while, at the same time, it urges, the action. In such scenes, of +course, talk is action.</p> + +<p>If art is, as some assert, a thing of proportions, then surely this +drama is entitled to the highest praise; for its proportions are +irreprehensible. If, too, as Ruskin says, "Poetry is the suggestion by +the imagination of noble grounds for the noble emotions," as a poem, +also, it is unsurpassed. There are, indeed, as many definitions of +poetry as there are poets. The "Lucifer" is Vondel's definition.</p> + +<p>It is conception that suggests the correlated thought. It is +construction that shapes it to the stature of a grand design; and +construction is the highest form of the creative intellect; for was it +not this same power that framed the templed universe out of the +scattered fragments of countless millions of stars? It is in +construction, the highest requisite of the dramatist, wherein the +"Lucifer" is most grand. The architecture of the play is as symmetrical +as a beautiful Greek temple.</p> + +<p>There is no obscurity in this classic drama, into which, moreover, the +poet has introduced enough of the modern romantic to lend it vivacity +and interest. Such a subject could not have been cast save in a classic +mould. The romantic drama would not have been equal to the majestic +dignity and the stately style demanded by this sublime theme.</p> + +<p>Each act, with its own subordinate conclusion, is followed by a chorus +which not only fills the pause, but also intensifies, while at the same +time it relieves, the suspense. These choruses, noble melodies of +retrospect, are yet charged with the rumbling thunder of the coming +catastrophe. Each is, as it were, an incarnate conscience, the +concentrated echo of the preceding act, gathering around it the action, +and blending harmoniously with it.</p> + +<p>Vondel is one of the few moderns who grasped the fact that the Hellenic +drama originated in rhythmic song, and that around the choral ode should +gather the action and the interest of the play. His chorus, therefore, +act both as singers and as interpreters of the action, relieving the +measured tread of stately tragedy with pauses of musical suspense. +Often, also, they break into the dialogue, and act as mediators and as +moralists.</p> + +<p>The chorus represent the populi of Heaven, and voice the sentiments of +the many. The interchange of thoughts between chorus and chorus, and the +chorus and the persons, produces variety. To this the swift changes of +thought and emotion also contribute.</p> + +<p>Here, also, as in the Greek dramas, we observe the proper subordination +of the chorus to the protagonist and the chief characters, and of the +lyric to the dramatic elements, while through the whole play the length +of the speeches is artfully suited to the character and the situation. +Much, too, might be said about Vondel's felicities of rime, his sweet +feminine rimes, his stately, sonorous hexameters, his trimeters and +tetrameters, his frequent use of the various classic metres, and his +admirable shifting of the cæsura to suit the feeling of the speaker.</p> + +<p>The three unities are here also carefully preserved, which perhaps was +the more easily done on account of the divinity of the characters, to +which a celerity of movement was natural not possible to mortals.</p> + +<p>Hence, the time of the whole drama from the inception of the revolt +until the final catastrophe could very probably be included in +twenty-four hours. The unity of action we have already spoken of. The +unity of place is equally well kept. The "Lucifer," hardly two thousand +seven hundred lines, including the choruses, conforms also in respect to +length to the classic standard.</p> + +<p>The growth of the play is no less wonderful than the characterization, +many preparations and conspiracies developing at last into a battle, +many scenes into a definite situation; the numberless changes of cause +and effect at length resulting in a plot full of the force of an +action-impelling motive. Thus from the varied complexities of +circumstance and situation is at last evolved the one controlling +purpose.</p> + +<p>A fine antithesis to the turbulent catastrophe is the quiet climax, +Lucifer's soliloquy in Act IV.; where, however, all that precedes is +resolved into one intense situation. The advent of Rafael here, +furthermore, is an unforeseen complication to heighten the interest.</p> + +<p>The end, by suggestive reminiscence of the fading perspective of the +beginning, unites the commencement with the close, making the drama an +organic whole, whose soul is purpose and whose heart is truth.</p> + +<p>The exquisite blending of the action with the characters, each shaping +the other, has rarely been equalled. It is the characters, after all, +that are the chief interest and that control the action. We see here the +strange anomaly of a classic play where the individual shapes the +action, and is yet conquered by law.</p> + +<p>Here, where the will of a god clashes with the supreme will of the +Supreme God, great art is necessary to sustain human interest—to delay +the interposition of the superior deity until the very close.</p> + +<p>The primary motive, self-exaltation, fails grandly; yet in its failure +it brings into partial fulfilment the secondary motive, the fall of man. +True, the logical catastrophe does not occasion surprise. It has all +along, as in every tragedy, been foreshadowed by circumstances big with +fate. Yet Vondel has added the element of surprise, and to a remarkable +degree, by the introduction of a second catastrophe, the expulsion of +Adam from Paradise, the natural result of the first. Thus curiosity and +reason only end with the play itself. One by one, too, the various +episodes are seen to spring from the action, which, moreover, requires +no introduction of antecedent circumstance to set it in motion.</p> + +<p>The <i>ensemble</i> scenes, or groups, a sure test of the great dramatist, +are handled in a masterly manner. There is also a delightful retardation +which heightens the suspense and delays the catastrophe, until, like an +electric cloud, it bursts into the thunder of its own generating.</p> + +<p>Each messenger, in the play, brings vividly before the eye of the +spectator the consequential scene which he himself has just +witnessed—of which, perhaps, he has been a part.</p> + +<p>Thus, by the artful use of motive-producing complications, the action, +once projected, moves on to its end, where the totality of figures, +thoughts, and emotions are drawn into one maelstrom of ruin.</p> + +<p>There is no distraction. There is no swerving from the opening to the +catastrophe; from the catastrophe to the conclusion, the awful +retribution.</p> + +<p>As in the tragedy of life, so, too, in this drama, the innocent suffer +through the punishment that overtakes the guilty; witness the sorrow of +Rafael and the good angels at the fall of their fellows; the sin of Adam +and Eve, and the doom pronounced upon their innocent descendants.</p> + +<p>The truth of Vondel's poetic conception is seen in the fact that its +essential elements are coeval with man and coeternal with the universe. +As in Sophocles, we hardly know which most to admire, the balanced +proportions of the play, or its general conception. Here, also, we +often, in a single sentence, find a synthesis of a situation or a +character.</p> + +<p>Vondel, moreover, most impressively introduces into the ancient Greek +form, with its suggestion of an over-ruling destiny, the modern idea of +free will. And he does it so admirably that there is no confusion. +Simple in its complexity, splendid in its largeness of design, grand in +its harmony, magnificent in its whole conception, the drama sweeps +irresistibly through the whole gamut of human emotion.</p> + +<p>Such epic breadth and intense lyric concentration have rarely been +combined in one poem. Such a drama is, indeed, the sum of all the arts!</p> + + +<h5>THE CHARACTERIZATION.</h5> + +<p>Vondel's devils are no devils, until the last act, when they act no +more, but are described. Then truly they are the incarnations of Hell's +deepest deviltries, and are as splendid in their malignity as they were +formerly superb in their wickedness.</p> + +<p>The sophistries of these evil spirits are scarcely inferior to those in +"Faust." They are the meshes of a gigantic delusion woven by the leaders +of the conspiracy around the rank and file of the angels, seducing them +from bliss to doom.</p> + +<p>Belzebub is the cynic of the play—a compound of Iago and +Mephistopheles. This dark contriver of hellish plots is colossal in his +malignity. He is the first in Heaven to make a prurient suggestion. He +is more fiend than his noble superior. Sleepless, unrelenting, +resourceful, alert, he conjures motives of evil even from the tender +beauty of the primal innocence. He finds the gall of hate even in the +sweet flower of Eden's sinless love. His is the deliberating intellect +necessary for the Stadtholder's counsellor; and though slowly unfolding +the many sides of his malign nature, he is, we feel, evil from the +beginning, grandly diabolical.</p> + +<p>Belial, conscienceless and without remorse, is utterly depraved; a vile +seducer, the genius of deceit, who does evil for its own sake; a useful +tool to serve the baser purposes of the chief devil. Apollion has some +gleams of goodness in his nature, but is weak, lustful, and easily +influenced by the hope of gain—a type of the traitor. All of the +devils, and they are the chief characters of the play, may be supposed +to represent the different phases of evil; while the good angels, whose +characteristics have been but briefly indicated, show the different +attributes of the Deity.</p> + +<p>As in the "Œdipus Tyrannus," "the country must be purged," so here, +too, the Heavens must be cleansed of "this perjured scum,"—the +rebellious angels.</p> + +<p>We must now proceed to speak of Lucifer: his all-consuming wrath, his +ambition, his pride, and infernal energy. These traits are exhibited in +gigantic outlines even before his fall. After his defeat, what can be +more impressive than his all-enduring Archangelic passion, glorious in +its all-defying mood? Not his the wild outbursts nor the mad ravings of +Lear. Every ebullition of his anger is fraught with purpose, and is +transmuted into revengeful action. Mind and spirit are, after all, the +conquering forces of the universe. Material circumstance and physical +environment cannot thwart their design. It is this ennobling +consciousness of intellectual power, supplemented by unconquerable and +irresistible will, that makes the magnificence of the personality of +Lucifer. Like Milton's Satan, he is, we feel, most near a god when he is +most a devil.</p> + +<p>Lucifer, like Macbeth, is not influenced all at once. With a god-like +circumspection, he first weighs every atom of probability. However, when +the die is cast and the line of rebellion has once been crossed, he +fights to the last ditch.</p> + +<p>Lucifer is a sublime egoist—the spirit of negation placed against the +limitations of the positive. He is overpowering. No one, even for an +instant, dares to dispute his power, not even the grand Michael. His is +the unconquerable Batavian heart. He dominates the entire action, and +like a magnet draws all the other characters around him. Though jealousy +of man is the animating passion of the lower devils and the excuse of +the protagonist himself, yet we feel that he uses this merely as a +stalking horse for his overweening ambition. Lucifer would become God +himself. It is an unwritten law of great tragedy that the villain, +though a villain, must be admirable. Lucifer, arch-villain that he is, +is superb in his constructive villany—a very god of evil, with +resources at his command formidable enough to make or to mar a world, +and yet resulting only in his own undoing. Proud in the consciousness of +godlike powers, he thinks,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"I have a bit of fiat in my soul,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And can myself create a little world."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>His confidence, however, proves to be but the fiat of his damnation.</p> + +<p>"There is no fiercer hell than the failure in a great undertaking." Into +this hell Lucifer was forever thrust. Yet he is allowed one brief moment +of happiness; it is where he proclaims himself a god, and is worshipped +by his followers.</p> + +<p>Lucifer is the prince of thinkers, and a monarch among actors. His is +the intellect to plan and to conceive, and the will to execute; and will +is above all the one quality emphasized. As much as he is in this +respect supereminent, so much greater the degree of his guilt. Could the +force of this faculty have been better shown than in the picture of the +fallen Archangel, where, in the agonies of torture and the throes of +expiation, he not only deliberates, resolves, and executes, but even +exults, as, culling the bitter sweetness of a hopeless hope from the +hell-flower of despair, he rejoices in the fiendish triumph that he +knows is but the prelude to everlasting doom? Unlike the unconquerable +and torture-racked Prometheus, he allows not one sigh to escape from the +depths of his anguish; not one moan rises from his abysmal despair. +Malediction alone can unlock his implacable lips. From even the caverns +of Hell he projects his evil genius back into space to accomplish a +predetermined revenge.</p> + +<p>Lucifer reasons with Rafael and with Gabriel; but with Michael only war +is possible. The two chiefs are too equal in power, too proud, and too +warlike to waste time in words. Each, accustomed to command, will brook +no authority in the other. The pathos and the tenderness of Rafael, on +the other hand, present a strong relief to the sombre passions of +Lucifer. It is the ethical portraiture of this drama that is its most +powerful feature.</p> + +<p>Lucifer, also, in a certain sense, represents the ideal +Dutchman—combining in a losing struggle the daring of Civilis and the +intellect of Erasmus with the astuteness and magnanimity of William the +Silent—a grand hero in a bad cause! Lucifer has indeed "set the time +out of joint" for Adam's seed; yet the play also gives promise of the +Christ who will again make all things right; there is here, also, a +suggestion of the "Paradise Regained."</p> + +<p>The drama is ended; the thunders have ceased to roll, and are again +chained to the chariot of the Deity; the lightnings once more slumber in +the bosom of the night. The battle is over, the air is again pure and +clear. The good has been exalted; the bad has been debased. The heart of +the spectator, too, has been the scene of the battle of the passions: +terror, pity, hope, despair, love, joy, peace have each alternated in +brief possession. The <i>katharsis</i> of the soul is accomplished. It has +been purified of all that is gross and earthly. It has become +spiritualized. It has become conscious of its wings, thrilled with +aspiration for the ethereal and for the stars beyond.</p> + + + +<h5>IS THE "LUCIFER" A POLITICAL ALLEGORY?</h5> + +<p>It is maintained by several eminent Dutch critics that the "Lucifer" is +a political allegory like the "Palamedes" and several other tragedies of +Vondel.</p> + +<p>Some of these literati have displayed considerable ingenuity in their +attempt to prove that it typifies the struggle of the Netherlands +against Spain; Orange corresponding to Lucifer, Philip II. to God, Alva +to Michael, the Cardinal Granvelle to Adam.</p> + +<p>Many of the situations of the play bear out this analogy. Lucifer, like +Orange, was the idol of his followers. Both desire to change a hated +tyranny to a state of freedom. Both speak grandiloquently of a charter +disannulled and of ancient privileges violated.</p> + +<p>The simile of the sea dashing in vain against the rock in the +battle-scene of the "Lucifer" may be supposed to illustrate the device +of Orange: "<i>Sævis tranquillus in undis.</i>" The crescent array of the +rebels may refer to the shibboleth of the water-beggars: "Rather Turk +than Papist."</p> + +<p>The lion and the dragon that draw the chariot of the Archfiend are also +blazoned upon the crest of the two provinces, Holland and Zealand, which +were the chief supporters of Orange. The medley of seven beasts into +which Lucifer, in falling, was changed, may be taken to represent the +seven Northern provinces that became the Dutch Republic, while the +Southern provinces, which remained loyal to Spain, nearly two-thirds of +the whole number, may be typified by the faithful angels.</p> + +<p>Lucifer renewed the fight three times; so did Orange. Both pretended to +fight "<i>pro lege, rege, et grege</i>."</p> + +<p>In that age, before successful revolutions had established a precedent, +no revolt could hope for success unless by conforming to the maxim "the +king can do no wrong"—a cardinal principle in every religion of that +day. By this political fiction rebels professed to fight for the king, +though really fighting against him. Vondel pictured his revolt after +these examples, the most prominent of which was the revolt of his own +country against Philip II. Lucifer, however, fell, and Orange triumphed; +though the assassination of the latter might be taken as equivalent to a +fall. Lucifer accomplished the fall of Adam, even as Orange brought +about the expulsion of Granvelle. Alva, like Michael, furthermore, +received the charge "to burn out with a glow of fire and zeal" the +polluting stains of heresy. Egmont and Montigny, like Gabriel and +Rafael, acted as ambassadors.</p> + +<p>The cause of the jealousy of the Netherlander, as in the "Lucifer," was +the fact that greater privileges were accorded to foreigners (the +Spaniards) than to the hereditary princes of the land. As in the drama +Gabriel's proclamation is followed by protest and rebellion, so in the +Netherlands the unjust edicts of Philip were the primary cause of +revolt.</p> + +<p>It was the sworn duty of the Stadtholder, William of Orange, even as of +the Stadtholder Lucifer, to maintain the laws of his superior. Orange +also held a position similar to that of Lucifer. He was the favorite of +Charles V., Stadtholder of Holland, and Knight of the Golden Fleece. +Each placed himself at the head of the disaffected at their earnest +importunity. Each was accused of ambition. Each accomplished his designs +by Machiavelian methods, and attained a brief exaltation.</p> + +<p>Cardinal Granvelle, who held a position similar to Adam in the drama, +was, like him, of low descent; and was honored with greater privileges +than even the nobles themselves, who hated him intensely. The opponents +of the Cardinal changed the liveries of their servants into motley to +mock him; so, also, we hear Lucifer say to his minions:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Lay off your morning rays and wreaths of light."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The nobles complained of the presence of Spanish troops in the land; so +the Luciferians speak of "Adam's life-guard, many thousand strong." The +arguments of the drama were also the arguments advanced by the several +parties in the Dutch revolt.</p> + +<p>The three hierarchies of Heaven in the "Lucifer" correspond to +Margaret's three Councils of State. Lucifer, though described as nighest +to God, belonged only to the third rank of the hierarchies; just as +Orange, though first among the Dutch noblemen, and next to Philip II., +was yet subject to the State as Stadtholder.</p> + +<p>Brederode, as the head of the aristocrats who went with supplications to +Margaret of Parma, bears a close analogy to Belzebub, where the latter +says to the Luciferians,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"With prayers ye first and best might gain your end,"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>and where, too, he expresses his willingness to act as mediator. In this +scheme, furthermore, Apollion would represent Louis of Nassau, and +Belial, Marnix St. Aldegonde.</p> + +<p>Others see in the drama the career of the great Wallenstein, the +ambitious Generalissimo of the Thirty Years' War. In his envy of the son +of his emperor, and in his desire to place the crown of Hungary on his +own head, an analogy is suggested to Lucifer's attitude to Adam. Even +as the celestial rebels swore their chief allegiance, so, too, his +generals, after the reverse of Pilsen, when his enemies wished to +deprive him of his command, swore him faith and fealty.</p> + +<p>Vondel, it is asserted, was conscious of this when he dedicated this +drama to Ferdinand the Third, Emperor of Austria, who was no other than +the intended King of Hungary who had aroused the envy of Wallenstein, +and whose succession to the crown had been so much endangered by the +latter's treachery.</p> + +<p>But there is yet another view of the subject, which has even more show +of probability than either of the others. It is supposed by many that +the "Lucifer" was intended to represent the English Rebellion of 1648. +Lucifer in this analogy is supposed to represent Cromwell, whom Vondel +hated so bitterly and against whom he thundered such tremendous +invective. Indeed, there are some external circumstances in support of +this theory. Speaking of his lampoons on the great English rebel, the +poet says that they were written the same year that he "taught Lucifer +his rôle to play." He also says elsewhere that the "Lucifer" was +presented,</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">"Forsooth, as edifying lore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Wherein proud England hath much store."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>If the last supposition be true, the drama is remarkable as prophesying +the fall of the Commonwealth, and the Restoration. It would then, +moreover, not be uninteresting to compare it with Dryden's "Absalom and +Achitophel," in which Oliver Cromwell is also one of the chief +characters.</p> + + +<h5>THE INTERPRETATION.</h5> + +<p>Yet we cannot believe that the "Lucifer" is a political allegory. Vondel +was no more the poet of the "Palamedes." Those thirty years had +wonderfully developed his art. Nor is it an idyllic allegory like the +"Comus;" but, like the "Divina Commedia," an allegory of the world. Yet +behind the characters of the sacred legend we may also see the national +heroes, Siegfried, Beowulf, Civilis, Orange.</p> + +<p>The "Lucifer" represents the gigantic and eternal battle of evil with +good, with the universe as the battle-field—a type of the unending +conflict in which the good finally conquers. We see here the Oriental +imagination curbed by the reason of the Occident—the cold, statuesque +Greek form aglow with the blazing Hebrew soul. The flaming Seraph of +Christianity, winged with truth and armed with the lightning sword of +Jehovah and the blasting thunderbolts of Jupiter, sweeps triumphant +through the whole drama. Right prevails; wrong is overthrown.</p> + +<p>The "Lucifer" is a theory of existence, a scheme of the universe. It is +the revolt of the aspiring ideal against the invincible actual. It is +the material against the spiritual; the unknown rendered comprehensible +by the symbolism of the known.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"From shadowy types to truth; from flesh to spirit"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>—this is the order of its progression.</p> + +<p>It is the revolution of the speculative against the rule of dogma; an +impassioned contemplation of life, in which the whole gamut of human +feelings is harmoniously sounded; in which every link in the chain of +causation is struck into the music of its meaning; in which the past and +the future are mirrored in the present.</p> + +<p>It is the struggle of a soul against the unchangeable environment of +fate; the drama of the collective human soul aspiring from a chaos of +unrest to the unattainable peace of absolute truth.</p> + +<p>Furthermore, the tragedy typifies the character of the Hollanders +themselves; a people who, as Charles V. once remarked, made "the best of +subjects, but the worst of slaves;" a nation that has ever been in +revolt, not only against man, but even against the sublime forces of +nature; a race that has never known defeat.</p> + +<p>The Batavians, who under Claudius Civilis carried on a successful +rebellion against the all-conquering eagles of Rome—the only Germans +who never bowed beneath the Latin yoke—and their Saxon descendants, who +were the strongest foes of the territorial aggressions of Charlemagne, +were all flamed with the same unconquerable spirit. It was this spirit, +too, that enabled the Hollanders of the seventeenth century, after more +than eighty years of terrible conflict, to free themselves alike from +the grinding oppression of Spain and the still more oppressive coils of +religious tyranny.</p> + +<p>The Dutch struggle itself was a terrific drama, of which William the +Silent was the protagonist, and liberty the one controlling purpose that +animated every character, that impelled every action. It was the +details, the reasons, the arguments, and the conditions of this +stupendous struggle that were before the poet's mind when he wrote this +tragedy.</p> + +<p>The "Lucifer," though a symbolic sketch of the age which preceded it, is +essentially a drama embodying the spirit of the time in which it was +created. It is a reflex of the life of that epoch, the embodiment of the +soul consciousness of the "storm and stress" period of Vondel's own +life. He himself was in perpetual revolt against the universal practices +of his age.</p> + +<p>Is it a wonder that men, seeing in it not only a picture of themselves, +but also of their time, were at once attracted by its significance?</p> + +<p>The Titanic imagination of the "Nibelungen" and the tremendous imagery +of "Beowulf" were both the inevitable expression of the tumultuous soul +of the Teuton, conscious of a great destiny. This was in the dawn of the +nation's childhood.</p> + +<p>We next view the race in the pride of its glorious youth, rousing +itself, after the sleep of centuries, to gigantic action. From that age +sprang the "Lucifer."</p> + +<p>We then see it in the maturity of noble, reflecting manhood, whose years +have given dignity and strength. "Faust" stands before us as its full +expression. And Vondel and Goethe are each the "Seeing Eye" that pierced +the hidden mystery of his time. Each in his own way solved the world +riddle.</p> + +<p>Like "Faust," the "Lucifer" is "ever more a striving towards the highest +existence." True, the striving hero has here been hurled to the depths +of the lowest abyss; yet is not his motive also the animating spirit of +the race, ever onward and upward towards the unattainable?</p> + +<p>Like the defeated Lucifer in Hell, the Teuton is ever evolving courage +for a new attempt, fired with the hope that never despairs.</p> + +<p>"Siegfried," "Beowulf," and "Lucifer," all typify the Anglo-Saxon spirit +of revolt, that love of freedom and that strong individualism which has +always been the distinguishing characteristic of the Low Germans.</p> + +<p>Of the "Lucifer," therefore, it may truly be said, it is the biography +of a national soul.</p> + + +<p>TRANSLATOR.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="Bibliography_of_Vondelian_Literature" id="Bibliography_of_Vondelian_Literature"></a>Bibliography of Vondelian Literature.</h3> + + +<p>JOOST VAN DEN VONDEL, SEIN LEBEN UND SEINE WERKE. Von A. Baumgartner, +S.J. Freiburg-im Breisgau, 1882. Pages 344-347, synopsis of Vondel's +works.</p> + +<p>BIBLIOGRAPHY OF VONDEL'S WORKS. J.H.W. Unger. Amsterdam, 1888 (Frederic +Muller & Co.). All editions of the "Lucifer" are here mentioned. This +volume is in the library of Columbia University.</p> + +<p>For the student we would recommend the excellent little edition of the +"Lucifer" edited by N.A. Cramer (1891). Price 40 cents. Publisher, +W.E.J. Tjeenk Willink, Zwolle, Holland.</p> + +<p>BIOGRAPHY OF VONDEL. By Brandt. W.E.J. Tjeenk Willink, Zwolle.</p> + +<p>BIOGRAPHY OF VONDEL. By Dr. G. Kalff. W.E.J. Tjeenk Willink, Zwolle.</p> + +<p>We also heartily recommend the following studies by Dr. Kalff: "The +Literature and Drama of Amsterdam during the Seventeenth Century;" "The +Sources of Vondel's Works," in vol. xii. of Oud Holland (magazine); +"Vondel as Translator," in Tydschrift (magazine) Voor Nederlandsche Taal +en Letterkunde (1894); "Vondel's Self-Criticism," same magazine (1895); +"Origin and Growth of Vondel's Poems," same magazine (1896).</p> + +<p>VONDEL AND MILTON. August Müller. 1864.</p> + +<p>ÜBER MILTON'S ABHÄNGIGKEIT VON VONDEL. Berlin, 1891.</p> + +<p>MILTON AND VONDEL: A Curiosity of Literature. George Edmundson, M.A. +Trübner & Co., London, 1885.</p> + +<p>VONDEL AND MILTON. Edmund W. Gosse. "Northern Studies." Also in +"Littell's Living Age," vol. cxxxiii., page 500; and in the "Academy," +vol. xxxviii., page 613.</p> + +<p>David Haek (1854). JUSTUS VON DEN VONDEL: ein betrag zur geschichte des +Niederländischen schriftthums. Hamburg, 1890.</p> + +<p>WORKS OF VONDEL, twelve volumes, in association with his life, by Jacob +van Lennep.</p> + +<p>VONDEL'S LUCIFER. Agnes Repplier. "Catholic World," vol. xlii., page +959.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a name ="ill02"></a> +<img src="images/ill02_morning_star.jpg" width="400" alt="The Fallen Morning Star" /> +The Falling Morning Star</div> + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="center">"Praecipitemque immani turbine adegit"</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h3>J. van Vondel's</h3> + +<h2>Lucifer</h2> + +<h3>A tragedy</h3> + +<h4>1654</h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="DEDICATION" id="DEDICATION"></a>DEDICATION.</h3> + +<p>To the invincible Prince and Lord, the Lord Ferdinand the Third, elected +Emperor of Rome, Perpetual Increaser of the Empire.</p> + + +<p>As the Divine Majesty is throned amid unapproachable splendors, so, too, +the Sovran Powers of the world, which owe their lustre to God, and are +made in the image of the Godhead, are seated on high, crowned with +glory. But as the Godhead, or, rather, the Supreme Goodness, favors the +least and most humble with access to His throne, so, too, doth the +temporal power deem its most insignificant subject worthy to kneel +reverentially at its feet.</p> + +<p>Inspired with this hope, my muse is encouraged from afar to dedicate to +your Imperial Majesty this Tragedy of Lucifer, whose style demands a +most liberal degree of that gravity and stateliness of which the poet +speaks:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Omne genus scripti gravitate Tragoedia vincit."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">"Sublime in style and deep in tone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The tragic art doth stand alone."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Though whatever of the requisite sublimity may be wanting in the style +will be compensated by the subject of the drama, and the title, name, +and eminence of the personage who, the mirror of all ungrateful and +ambitious ones, doth here invest the tragic scene, the Heavens; from +which he, who once presumed to sit by the side of God, and thought to +become His equal, was cast, and justly condemned to eternal darkness.</p> + +<p>This unhappy example of Lucifer, the Archangel, and at one time the most +glorious of all the Angels, has since been followed, through nearly all +the centuries, by various rebellious usurpers, of which both ancient and +modern histories bear witness, showing how violence, cunning, and the +wily plots of the wicked, disguised beneath a show and pretext of +lawfulness, are idle and powerless so long as God's Providence protects +the anointed Powers and Dynasties, to the peace and safety of divers +states, which, without a lawful supreme head, could not exist in civil +intercourse. Therefore, God's Oracle Himself, for the good of mankind, +by one word identified the Sovran Power as His own, when He commanded +that to God and to Caesar should be rendered the things that to each +were due.</p> + +<p>Christendom, so often attacked on every side, and at present beset by +Turk and Tartar, like unto a ship on a stormy sea, in danger of +ship-wreck, demands to the highest degree this universal reverence for +the Empire, that thereby the hereditary foe of Christ's name may be +repulsed, and that the Realm and its frontiers may be strengthened and +rendered safe against the incursions of his savage hordes; wherefore it +behooves us to praise God that it pleased Him to continue the Authority +and the Crown of the Holy Roman Empire, at the last Imperial Diet, +before his father's death, in the son, Ferdinand the Fourth, a blessing +which has filled so many nations with courage, and which causes the +tragic trumpet of our Netherland Muse to sound more boldly before the +throne of the High Germans concerning the vanquished Lucifer, borne +along in Michael's triumph.</p> + +<p>Your Imperial Majesty's</p> + +<p>Most humble servant,</p> + +<p>J.V. VONDEL.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h3><a name="On_the_Portrait_of_His_Imperial_Majesty_Ferdinand_the_Third" id="On_the_Portrait_of_His_Imperial_Majesty_Ferdinand_the_Third"></a>On the Portrait of His Imperial Majesty. Ferdinand the Third.</h3> + +<p>When Joachim Sandrart van Stokou, out of Vienna, in Austria, honored me +with his Majesty's portrait, adorned with festoons and other ornaments.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Deus nobis haec otia fecit.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p> +<br /><br /> +The Sun of Austria uplifts his glorious rays<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From shadow-glooms of art to bless each wondering eye.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold him on his throne, high towering in the sky!</span><br /> +Nor doth he scorn to beam on all his glance surveys.<br /> +<br /> +Good Ferdinand the Third, born for the sovran crown.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Father of the Peace, a new Augustus, shows</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Son the heights whereon the heavenly palace glows;</span><br /> +And teaches how with arms of Peace to win renown.<br /> +<br /> +How blest the mighty realm, how blest their destinies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er which his gracious eyes keep sleepless vigils kind.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And where he holds the Scales for holy Justice blind!</span><br /> +An Eagle brought him sword and sceptre from the skies.<br /> +<br /> +A crown adorns the head which empires grand engage:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This Head adorns the Crown, and makes a golden age.</span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h3><a name="A_Word_to_All_Fellow-Academicians_and_Patrons_of_the_Drama" id="A_Word_to_All_Fellow-Academicians_and_Patrons_of_the_Drama"></a>A Word to All Fellow-Academicians and Patrons of the Drama.</h3> + + +<p>To reïnkindle your zeal for art, and at the same time to edify and to +quicken your spirit, the holy tragic scene, which represents the +Heavens, is here presented to your view.</p> + +<p>The great Archangels. Lucifer and Michael, each strengthened by his +followers, come on the stage, and play their parts.</p> + +<p>The stage and the actors are, in sooth, of such nature, and so glorious, +that they demand a grander style and higher buskins than I know how to +put on. No one who understands the speech of the infallible oracles of +the Holy Spirit will judge that we present here the story of Salmoneus, +who, in Elis, mounted upon his chariot, while defying Jupiter, and +imitating his thunder and lightning by riding over a brazen bridge, +holding a burning torch, was slain by a thunderbolt.</p> + +<p>Nor do we renew here the grey fable of the war of the Titans, in which +disguise Poesy sought to make its auditors forget their reckless +presumption and godless sacrilege, and to acquire a knowledge of nature +instead; namely, that the air and the winds, locked within the hollow +belly and the sulphurous bowels of the earth, seeking, at times, an +outlet, accompanied by the violence of bursting rocks, and by smoke and +steam and flames and earthquakes and dreadful mutterings, are vomited, +and, rising heavenwards, again descend, strewing and heaping the surface +of land and sea with stones and ashes.</p> + +<p>Among the Prophets, Isaiah and Ezekiel assure us of the fall of the +Archangel and his faction. In the Evangelist, Christ, truest of all +oracles, with His voice, out of the Heavens, enjoins us to hear; and +finally, Judas Thaddeus, His faithful apostle; which parables are +worthy to be engraved in eternal diamond, and, more worthy still, upon +our hearts.</p> + +<p>Isaiah cries: "How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, who didst +rise in the morning! How art thou fallen to the earth, that didst wound +the nations!</p> + +<p>"And thou saidst in thy heart, I will ascend to Heaven, I will exalt my +throne above the stars of God. I will sit in the mountain of the +covenant, in the sides of the north:</p> + +<p>"I will ascend above the height of the clouds. I will be like the Most +High.</p> + +<p>"But yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, into the depth of the pit."</p> + +<p>God speaks through Ezekiel thus: "Thou wast the seal of resemblance, +full of wisdom, perfect in beauty. Thou wast in the pleasures of the +paradise of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, the +topaz, and the jasper, the chrysolite and the onyx and the beryl, the +sapphire and the carbuncle and the emerald; gold was thy adornment. Thy +pipes were prepared in the day thou wast created. Thou didst spread +thyself like an overshadowing cherub, and I set thee on the mountain of +God. Thou didst walk in the midst of the stones of fire. Thou wast +perfect in thy ways from the day of thy creation, until iniquity was +found in thee."</p> + +<p>Both of these parables are spoken, the one of the King of Babylon, the +other of the King of Tyre, who, like unto Lucifer in pride and in +splendor, were threatened and punished.</p> + +<p>Jesus Christ refers to the fall of the rebellious Lucifer, where he +says: "I saw Satan like lightning falling from Heaven."</p> + +<p>And Thaddeus reveals the fall of the Angels and their crime, and the +punishments which followed thereon, without any palliation, briefly, in +this manner: "And the Angels who kept not their principality, but +forsook their own habitation, he hath reserved with everlasting chains +of darkness unto the judgment of the great God."</p> + +<p>Stayed by these golden sayings, and in particular by that of Judas +Thaddeus, disciple of the Heavenly Teacher and Ambassador from the King +of kings, we receive, as upon a shield of adamant, the darts of the +unbelieving who would dare to cast a doubt upon the fall of the Angels.</p> + +<p>Besides this, we are strongly supported throughout the whole period of +antiquity by the most illustrious of the devout Church Fathers, who, in +respect to the plot of this history, are unanimously agreed: though, +lest we detain our Academic friends, we shall be content to cite only +three places, the first taken out of the holy Cyprian, Bishop and martyr +at Carthage, where he writes: "When he who was formerly throned in +angelic majesty and accounted worthy by God and pleasing in his sight, +saw man, made in God's own image, he burst into malicious hate; not, +however, causing him to fall by poisoning him with this hatred, ere he +himself was thereby also undone—himself made captive ere he captured, +and ruined ere he brought him to ruin. While he, spurred on by envy, +robbed man of the grace of immortality once given him, he himself also +lost all that he had before possessed,"</p> + +<p>The great Gregory furnishes us the second quotation: "The rebellious +Angel, created to shine preëminent among hosts of Angels, is through his +pride brought to such a fall that he now remains subject to the dominion +of the loyal Angels."</p> + +<p>The third and last evidence we cull from the sermons of the mellifluous +St. Bernard: "Shun pride; I pray you, shun it. The source of all +transgression is pride, which hath overcast Lucifer himself, shining +most splendidly amongst the stars, with eternal darkness. Not only an +Angel, but the chief among Angels, it hath changed into a Devil."</p> + +<p>Pride and envy, the two causes or inciters of this horrible +conflagration of discord and battle, are represented by us as a team of +starred animals, the Lion and the Dragon, which, harnessed to Lucifer's +battle-chariot, carry him against God and Michael; seeing that these +animals are types of these two deadly sins. For the Lion, king of +beasts, encouraged by his strength, in his vanity, thinks no one above +him; and envy injures the envied from afar, even as the Dragon wounds +his enemy a long way off by shooting poison [from his tongue].</p> + +<p>St. Augustine, ascribing these two deadly sins to Lucifer, pictures the +nature of the same most vividly, saying that pride is a love of one's +own greatness; but envy is a hatred of another's happiness, the outcome +of which seems clear enough. "For each one," says he, "who loves his own +greatness envies his equals, inasmuch as they stand as high as he; or +envies his inferiors, lest they become his equals; or his superiors, +because they are above him."</p> + +<p>Now, since the beasts themselves were abused and possessed by the damned +Spirits, as in the beginning the Paradise Serpent, and in the holy age +the herd of swine, that with a loud noise was precipitated into the sea, +and since, also, the constellations are pictured on the Heavens in the +forms of animals, as hath been thought even by the Prophets, as the +Pleiades, or Seven Stars, and Arcturus, Orion, and Lucifer; so may it +please you to overlook the elaborateness and the didacticism of this +drama, if the unfortunate Spirits upon our stage, by means of the same, +help and defend themselves: for to the infernal monsters nothing is more +natural than cunning traits and the abuse of all creatures and elements, +to the prejudice of the name and honor of the Most High, so far as He +shall this permit.</p> + +<p>St. John, in his Revelation, typifies the heavenly mysteries and the war +in Heaven by the Dragon, whose tail drew after him a third part of the +stars, supposed by the theologians to refer to the fallen Angels; +wherefore in Poetry the flowered manner of expression should not be +examined too narrowly, nor regulated by the subtlety of the schools.</p> + +<p>We should also make distinction between the two kinds of characters who +contend on this stage; namely, the bad and the good Angels, each kind +playing its own rôle, even as Cicero and our inborn sense of +verisimilitude teach us to picture each character according to his rank +and nature.</p> + +<p>At the same time we by no means deny that holy subject matter restrains +and binds the dramatist more closely than worldly histories or pagan +fables, notwithstanding that ancient and famous motto of the poets, +expressed by Horatius Flaccus in his "Art of Poetry" in these lines:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The painter and the bard did both this power receive,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To aid their art with all that they of use believe."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Though here it is especially noteworthy to state how we, in order to +inflame the hate of the proud and envious Spirits the more strongly, did +cause the mystery of the future incarnation of the Word to be partially +revealed to the Angels by the Archangel Gabriel, Ambassador from God, +and Herald of His Mysteries; herein to improve the matter, following not +the opinion of the majority of the theologians, but only of a few, +because this furnished our tragic picture richer material and more +lustre. However, neither in this point nor in other circumstances of +cause, time, place, and manner (which we employed to render this tragedy +more powerful, more glorious, more natural, and more instructive) has it +been our purpose to obscure the orthodox truth, or to establish anything +after our own finding or notion.</p> + +<p>St. Paul, the revealer of God's mysteries to the Hebrews, extols most +enviably—even to the prejudice of the kingdom of the lying and tempting +Spirits—the glory, might, and Godhead of the Incarnate Word, preëminent +among all Angels in name, in sonship, and in heirship; in the adoration +of the Angels; in His unction; in His exaltation at God's right hand; +and in the eternity of His rulership as a king over the coming world, as +the cause and the end of all things, and as the crowned Head of men and +Angels: while the Angels, His worshippers, God's messengers, as +ministering Spirits, are sent to serve man, the heir of salvation, whose +nature God's Son, passing the Angels by, hath taken upon Himself in the +blood of Abraham.</p> + +<p>By occasion of this justification, I do not deem it unsuitable here, in +passing, to say a few words in vindication of those dramas and +dramatists that employ Biblical subjects, inasmuch as they have, +occasionally, come into reproach; since, forsooth, human tastes are so +various; for a difference in temperament causes the same subject to be +agreeable to one which is repulsive to another.</p> + +<p>All honorable arts and customs have their supporters and opponents, also +their proper use and abuse. The holy writers of tragedy have, among the +ancient Hebrews, for their example, the poet Ezekiel, who has left us, +in Greek, the exodus of the twelve tribes from Egypt. Among the reverend +Church Fathers, they have that bright star out of the East, Gregory of +Nazianzus, who, in Greek dramatic verse, hath pictured the Crucified +Saviour Himself; as also, not long since, we became indebted to the +Royal Ambassador, Hugo Grotius, that great light of the learning and +piety of our age, who, following in the track of St. Gregory, hath given +us the Crucified One in Latin, for which immortal and edifying labor we +owe him both honor and thankfulness.</p> + +<p>Among the English Protestants, the learned pen of Richard Baker hath +discoursed very freely in prose concerning Lucifer and all the acts of +the rebellious Spirits.</p> + +<p>It is true that the Fathers of the Ancient Church banished the Christian +actors from the community of the Church, and that from that time forth +they were strongly opposed to the drama. But let us take into +consideration the time and the fact that their reasons for this were far +different. At that period the world, in many places, was yet deeply +sunken in heathenish idolatry. The foundations of Christianity were not +yet well established, and the dramas were played in honor of Cybele, a +great goddess and mother of their imagined gods, and were esteemed a +serviceable expedient with which to avert the land plagues from the +bodies of the people.</p> + +<p>St. Augustine testifies how a heathen archpriest, a minister of Numa's +ritual and idol service, on account of a deadly pest, first instituted +the drama at Rome, sanctioning it by his authority.</p> + +<p>Scaliger himself acknowledges that it was established for the health of +the people by order of the Sibyls, so that these plays became a truly +powerful incentive to the blind idolatry of the heathen, extolling their +gods—a cankering abomination, whose destruction cost the first heroes +of the Cross and the long-struggling Church so much sweat and blood; but +being now long extirpated, hath left in Europe not a vestige behind.</p> + +<p>That the holy old Church Fathers, therefore, for these reasons, and also +because of their corrupting the public morals, and various open and +shameless customs, as the employment of naked boys, women, and maidens, +and other obscenities, should rebuke these plays, was needful and +commendable, as, in that case, would also be so now. This being +considered, let us not hold the good and the usefulness of edifying and +entertaining plays too lightly.</p> + +<p>Holy and honorable examples serve as a mirror, reflecting for our +edification all virtue and piety, and teaching us, at the same time, to +shun wickedness and its consequent misery.</p> + +<p>The purpose and design of true tragedy is through terror and sympathy to +stir the spectators to tenderness. Through the drama, students and +growing youth are cultivated in the languages, eloquence, wisdom, +modesty, good morals and manners; and these sink into their tender +hearts and are impressed upon their senses, conducing towards habits of +propriety and discretion, which remain with them, and to which they +adhere even until old age; yea, it occurs, at times, that erratic +geniuses, not to be bent or diverted by ordinary methods, are touched by +this subtle art and by an exalted dramatic style, thus influenced beyond +their own suspicion; even as a delicate lyre-string gives forth an +answering sound when its companion string, of the same kind and nature, +of a similar tone, and strung on another lyre, is caressed by a skilled +hand, which, while playing, can drive the turbulent spirit out of a +possessed and hardened Saul.</p> + +<p>The history of the early Church seals this with the noteworthy examples +of Genesius and Ardaleo, both actors, enlightened in the theatre by the +Holy Ghost, and there converted; for they, while playing, wishing to +mock the Christian Religion, were convicted of the truth, which they had +learned out of their serious rôles, filled with the pith of wisdom, +rather than with trifling discourse to be mouthed for hours into the air +and more vexatious than instructive.</p> + +<p>They tell us in regard to Biblical subject matter that we should not +<i>play</i> with holy things, and, indeed, this seems to have some show of +plausibility in our language, which hath given us the word <i>play</i>; but +he that can stammer but a word or two of Greek knows that among the +Greeks and Latins this word was not used in this sense; for <i>τραγῳδία</i> +[Greek: tragoodia] is a compound word, and really means a goat-song, +after the lyric contests of the shepherds, instituted for the purpose of +winning a goat by singing, in which custom the tragic songs, and, +following them, dramatic plays, took their origin. And if one would, +nevertheless, unmercifully bring us to task on account of this word +<i>play</i>, what then shall be done with organ <i>play</i>, David's harp and song +<i>play</i>, and the <i>play</i> on the instrument with ten strings, and the other +kinds of play on flute and stringed instruments, introduced by various +sects among the Protestants into their meetings?</p> + +<p>He, then, who appreciates this distinction will, while condemning the +abuses of the dramatic art, not be ungracious towards the proper use of +the same; nor will he begrudge the youth and the art-loving burghers +this glorious, yea, this divine, invention, to them an honorable +recreation and a refreshing amelioration of the trials of life; so that +we, hereby encouraged, may with greater zeal bring Lucifer upon the +stage, where he, finally smitten by God's thunderbolt, plunges down into +hell—the mirror clear of all ungrateful ambitious ones who audaciously +dare to exalt themselves, setting themselves against the consecrated +Powers and Majesties and their lawful superiors.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Lucifer" id="Lucifer"></a>Lucifer</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<a name="ill03"></a> +<img src="images/ill03_lucifer.jpg" width="300" alt="Lucifer" title="" /> +Lucifer. +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="The_Argument" id="The_Argument"></a>The Argument</h3> + + +<p>Lucifer, the Archangel, chief and most illustrious of all the Angels, +proud and ambitious, out of blind self-love envied God His boundless +greatness; he also became jealous of man, made in God's image, to whom, +in his delightful Paradise, was entrusted the sovereignty of earth.</p> + +<p>He envied God and man the more when Gabriel, God's Herald, proclaiming +all Angels to be but ministering Spirits, revealed the mysteries of +God's future incarnation, whereby, the Angels being passed by, the real +nature of man, united with the Godhead, might expect a power and majesty +equal to God's own. Wherefore, the proud and envious Spirit, attempting +to place himself on an equality with God, and to keep man out of Heaven, +through his accomplices, incited to arms innumerable Angels, and led +them, notwithstanding Rafael's warning, against Michael. Heaven's +Field-marshal, and his legions; and ceasing the fight, after his defeat, +he caused, out of revenge, the first man, and in him all his +descendants, to fall, while he himself, with all his co-rebels, was +plunged into hell and eternal damnation.</p> + +<p class="center">The scene is in the Heavens.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="Dramatis_Personae" id="Dramatis_Personae"></a>Dramatis Personæ.</h3> + +<p style="margin-left: 20%"> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">BELZEBUB, }</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">BELIAL, } Rebellious Chiefs.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">APOLLION, }</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">GABRIEL, God's Herald of Mysteries.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">CHORUS OF ANGELS.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">LUCIFER, Stadtholder.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">LUCIFERIANS, Seditious Spirits.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">MICHAEL, Field-marshal.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">RAFAEL, Guardian Angel.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">URIEL, Michael's Armor-bearer.</span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="ACT_I" id="ACT_I"></a>ACT I.</h3> + +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +My Belial hence hath sped on aery wings<br /> +To see where lingers our Apollion,<br /> +Whom for such flight most fit Chief Lucifer<br /> +Hath sent to Earth that he might gain for him<br /> +A better sense of Adam's bliss, the state,<br /> +Where placed by Powers Omnipotent he dwells.<br /> +And lo! the time draws nigh that he return<br /> +Unto these courts. He cannot now be far.<br /> +A watchful servant heeds his master's glance<br /> +And, faithful, stays his throne with neck and shoulder. <span class="linenum">10</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Lord Belzebub, thou Privy Councillor<br /> +Of Heaven's Stadtholder, he riseth steep<br /> +And wheels from sphere to sphere into our view;<br /> +The wind he passes by and leaves a track<br /> +Of light and splendor in his wake, where cleave,<br /> +His speedy wings the clouds; and now our air<br /> +He scents in other day and brighter sun,<br /> +Whose glow is mirrored in the crystal blue.<br /> +The heavenly globes beneath behold his flight,<br /> +As up he mounts, and each with wonder sees <span class="linenum">20</span><br /> +His speed and godlike grace. He seems to them<br /> +No more an Angel but a flying fire.<br /> +No star so swiftly shoots. Behold him now,<br /> +Here upwards soaring, and within his hands<br /> +He bears a golden bough. The steep incline<br /> +He hath accomplished happily.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">What brings</span><br /> +Apollion?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">I have, Lord Belzebub,</span><br /> +The low terrene observed with keenest eye.<br /> +And now I offer thee the fruits grown there<br /> +So far below these heights, 'neath other skies <span class="linenum">30</span><br /> +And other sun: now judge thou from the fruit<br /> +The land and garden which even God Himself<br /> +Hath blessed and planted for mankind's delight.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +I see the golden leaves, all laden with<br /> +Ethereal pearls, the sparkling silvery dew.<br /> +What sweet perfume exhale those radiant leaves<br /> +Of tint unfading! How alluring glows<br /> +That pleasant fruit with crimson and with gold!<br /> +'Twere pity to pollute it with the hands.<br /> +The eye doth tempt the mouth. Who would not lust <span class="linenum">40</span><br /> +For earthly luxury! He loathes our day<br /> +And food celestial, who the fruit may pluck<br /> +Of Earth. One would for Adam's garden curse<br /> +Our Paradise. The bliss of Angels fades<br /> +In that of man.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Too true. Lord Belzebub,</span><br /> +Though high our Heaven may seem, 'tis far too low,<br /> +For what I saw with mine own eyes deceives<br /> +Me not. The world's delights, yea, Eden's fields<br /> +Alone, our Paradise excel.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Proceed.</span><br /> +We'll hear what thou shalt say. We'll hear together. <span class="linenum">50</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +I'll pass my journey thither by nor tell<br /> +How downward sweeping through nine spheres I sped.<br /> +That swift as arrows round their centre whirl.<br /> +The wheel of sense revolves within our thoughts<br /> +Not with such speed, as I beneath the moon<br /> +And clouds dropped down. Where then aloft I hung,<br /> +On floating pinions, to survey that shore,<br /> +That Eastern landscape far that marks the face<br /> +Of that great sphere the flowing ocean rounds,<br /> +Wherein so many kinds of monsters swarm. <span class="linenum">60</span><br /> +Afar I saw a lofty mount emerge,<br /> +From which a waterfall, fount of four streams,<br /> +Dashed with a roar into the vale below.<br /> +Headlong I steered my course oblique, with steep<br /> +Descent, until I gained the mountain's brow,<br /> +Whence, resting, all the nether world I viewed,<br /> +Its happy fields and glowing opulence.<br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a name="ill04"></a> +<img src="images/ill04_meeting.jpg" width="400" alt="Apollion's Meeting with Belzebub and Belial" title="" /> +"I see golden leaves, all laden with<br /> +Ethereal pearls, the sparkling silvery dew."</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> + +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Now picture us the garden and its shape.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Round is the garden, as the world itself.<br /> +Above the centre looms the mount from which <span class="linenum">70</span><br /> +The fountain gushes that divides in four,<br /> +And waters all the land, refreshing trees<br /> +And fields; and flows in unreflective rills<br /> +Of crystal purity. The streams their rich<br /> +Alluvion bring and nourish all the ground.<br /> +Here Onyx gleams and Bdellion doth shine;<br /> +And bright as Heaven glows with glittering stars;<br /> +So here Dame Nature sowed her constellations<br /> +Of stones that pale our stars. Here dazzle veins<br /> +Of gold; for Nature wished to gather all <span class="linenum">80</span><br /> +Her treasures in one lap.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">What of the air</span><br /> +That hovers round whereby that creature lives?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +No Angel us among, a breath exhales<br /> +So soft and sweet as the pure draught refreshing<br /> +That there meets man, that lightly cools his face<br /> +And with its gentle, vivifying touch<br /> +All things caresses in its blissful course:<br /> +There swells the bosom of the fertile field<br /> +"With herb and hue and bud and branch and bloom<br /> +And odors manifold, which nightly dews <span class="linenum">90</span><br /> +Refresh. The rising and the setting sun<br /> +Know and observe their proper, measured time<br /> +And so unto the need of every plant<br /> +Temper their mighty rays that flower and fruit<br /> +Are all within the selfsame season found.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Now tell me of man's features and his form.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Who would our state for that of man prefer,<br /> +When one beholdeth beings, all-surpassing,<br /> +Beneath whose sway all other beings stand!<br /> +I saw a hundred thousand creatures move <span class="linenum">100</span><br /> +Before me there: all they that tread the earth<br /> +And they that cleave the clouds, or swim the stream,<br /> +As is their wont, each in his element.<br /> +Who should the nature and the attributes<br /> +Of each one know as Adam! For 'twas he<br /> +That gave them, one by one, their various names.<br /> +The mountain-lion wagged his tail and smiled<br /> +Upon his lord. And, at his sovereign's feet,<br /> +The tiger, too, his fierceness laid. The bull<br /> +Bowed low his horns; the elephant, his trunk. <span class="linenum">110</span><br /> +The bear forgot his rage. The griffin heard<br /> +His call; the eagle and the dragon dread,<br /> +Behemoth and even great Leviathan.<br /> +Nor shall I tell what praise rings in man's ears,<br /> +Amid those warbling bowers, replete with songs<br /> +in many tongues; while zephyrs rustle through<br /> +The leaves, and brooks purl 'neath their sylvan banks<br /> +A murmurous harmony that wearies never.<br /> +Had but Apollion his mission then<br /> +Accomplished, sooth, in Adam's Paradise <span class="linenum">120</span><br /> +He soon had lost all memory of Heaven.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +But what, pray, of the twain thou sawest there?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +No creature hath on high mine eye so pleased<br /> +As those below. Who could so subtly soul<br /> +With body weave and two-fold Angels form<br /> +From clay and bone? The body's shapely mould<br /> +Attests the Maker's art, that in the face,<br /> +The mirror of the mind, doth best appear.<br /> +But wonderful! upon the face is stamped<br /> +The image of the soul. All beauty here <span class="linenum">130</span><br /> +Concentres, while a god looks through the eyes.<br /> +Above the whole the reasoning soul doth hover,<br /> +And while the dumb and brutish beasts all look<br /> +Down towards their feet, man proudly lifts alone<br /> +His head to Heaven, in lofty praise to God.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +His praise is not in vain for gifts so rare.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +He rules even like a god whom all must serve.<br /> +The invisible soul consists of spirit and not<br /> +Of matter, and it rules in every limb:<br /> +The brain it makes its seat, and there holds court. <span class="linenum">140</span><br /> +It is immortal, nor fears aught of rust,<br /> +Or other injury. 'Tis past our sense.<br /> +Knowledge and prudence, virtue and free-will,<br /> +Are its possessions. Dumb all Spirits stand<br /> +Before its majesty. Ere long the world<br /> +Shall teem with men. It waits, from little seed,<br /> +A harvest rich in souls; and therefore God<br /> +Did man to woman join.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Now say me how</span><br /> +Thou dost regard his rib—his lovèd spouse?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +I covered with my wings mine eyes and face <span class="linenum">150</span><br /> +That I might curb my thoughts and deep delight,<br /> +When erst she filled my gaze, as Adam led her<br /> +Into their arborous bower with gentle hand:<br /> +From time to time he stopped, in contemplation;<br /> +And gazing thus, a holy fire began<br /> +His pure breast to inflame. And then he kissed<br /> +His bride and she her bridegroom: thus on joy<br /> +Their nuptials fed—on feasts of fiery love,<br /> +Better imagined far than told, a bliss<br /> +Divine beyond all Angel ken. How poor <span class="linenum">160</span><br /> +Our loneliness! For us no union sweet<br /> +Of two-fold sex, of maiden and of man.<br /> +Alas! how much of good we miss: we know<br /> +No mate or happy marriage in a Heaven<br /> +Devoid of woman.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Thus in time a world</span><br /> +Of men shall be begotten there below?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +The love of beauty, fashioned in the brain,<br /> +Deeply impressèd by the senses keen,<br /> +This makes their union strong. Their life consists<br /> +Alone in loving and in being loved- <span class="linenum">170</span><br /> +One sweet, one mutual joy, by them indulged<br /> +Perpetually, yet e'er unquenchable.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Now picture me the bride, described from life.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +That Nature's pencil needs, nor lesser hues<br /> +Than sunbeams. Perfect are both man and wife;<br /> +Of equal beauty they, from head to foot.<br /> +By right doth Adam Eve excel in strength<br /> +Of form and majesty of bearing, as<br /> +One chosen for the sovereignty of Earth:<br /> +But Eve combines all that her bridegroom joys: <span class="linenum">180</span><br /> +A tenderness of limb and softer skin<br /> +And flesh, a lovelier tint and eyes enchanting,<br /> +A charming, gracious mouth, a sweeter voice,<br /> +Whose power lies in a sound more exquisite;<br /> +Two founts of ivory and what besides<br /> +No tongue should dare to name, lest Spirits should<br /> +Be tempted. And though all the Angels now<br /> +Impress our eyes as beautiful and fair.<br /> +How ill their forms and faces would appear<br /> +If seen within the rosy morning-light <span class="linenum">190</span><br /> +Of maidenhood!<br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<a name="ill05"></a> +<img src="images/ill05_adam_eve.jpg" width="350" alt="Adam and Eve in Paradise before the Fall" title="" /> +"Perfect are both man and wife;<br /> +Of equal beauty they from head to foot."</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> + +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">It seems that passion for</span><br /> +This feminine creature hath thy heart inflamed.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +In that delightful blaze, my great wing-plumes<br /> +I singed. Most hard it was for me to rise<br /> +And wheel my way to this our high abode.<br /> +I parted, though with pain, and thrice turned back<br /> +My gaze. There shines no Seraph in the courts<br /> +Celestial, here on high, as she amid<br /> +Her hanging hair, that forms a golden niche<br /> +Of sunbeams that in beauteous waves roll down <span class="linenum">200</span><br /> +From her fair head, and flow along her back.<br /> +So, even as from a light, she comes to view,<br /> +And day rejoices with her radiant face.<br /> +Though pearl and mother-o'-pearl seem purity,<br /> +Her whiteness even theirs surpasses far.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +What profits human glory, if even as<br /> +A flower of the field it fades and dies?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +So long their garden fruit doth give, shall this<br /> +Most happy pair live by an apple sweet,<br /> +Grown on the central tree, that nurture finds <span class="linenum">210</span><br /> +Beside the stream that laves its tender roots.<br /> +This wondrous tree is called the tree of life.<br /> +'Tis incorruptible, and through it man<br /> +Joys life eterne and all immortal things,<br /> +While of his Angel brothers he becomes<br /> +The peer, yea, and shall in the end surpass<br /> +Them all, until his power and sway and realm<br /> +Spread over all. For who can clip his wings?<br /> +No Angel hath the power to multiply<br /> +His being a thousand thousand times, in swarms <span class="linenum">220</span><br /> +Innumerable. Now do thou calculate<br /> +What shall from this, in time, the outcome be.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Great is man's might, that thus even ours out-grows!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Soon shall his increase frighten and astound.<br /> +Though now his sway stoops lower than the moon,<br /> +And though 'tis now determinate, he shall<br /> +Yet higher rise and place himself upon<br /> +The highest seat in Heaven. If God prevent<br /> +Not this, how then can we prevent it? For<br /> +God loves man well and for him made all things. <span class="linenum">230</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +What hear I there? A trumpet? Surely then<br /> +A voice will follow. Go, see, while we here<br /> +Await.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The Archangel Gabriel is at hand,</span><br /> +And in his wake the choristers of Heaven,<br /> +In the name of Him, the Highest, to unfold,<br /> +As Herald from the towering Throne of Thrones,<br /> +What there him was enjoined.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">We please to hear</span><br /> +Whatever the Archangel shall command.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +GABRIEL. CHORUS OF ANGELS.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Give ear, ye Angels all; give ear, ye hosts<br /> +Of Heaven. The highest Goodness, from whose breast <span class="linenum">240</span><br /> +Flow all things good and all things holy, who<br /> +Of His beneficence ne'er wearied grows<br /> +And of whose teeming grace the riches never<br /> +Shall know decrease; whose might and Being transcend<br /> +The comprehension of His creatures all:<br /> +This Goodness, in the image of Himself,<br /> +Formed man, also the Angels that they might<br /> +Together here with Him securely hold<br /> +The Realm eterne—the good ne'er-comprehended.<br /> +Having the while with faithfulness maintained <span class="linenum">250</span><br /> +His firm prescribed law. He also built<br /> +This wondrous universe, the world below<br /> +Made manifest, and meet for God and man,<br /> +That in this garden man might rule and there<br /> +Might multiply; acknowledge God with all<br /> +His seed; Him ever serve and e'er revere,<br /> +And thus mount up, by the stairway of the world,<br /> +The firmament of beatific light<br /> +Within, into the ne'er-created glow.<br /> +Though Spirits may seem pre-eminent, above <span class="linenum">260</span><br /> +All other beings, yet God hath decreed,<br /> +Even from eternity, that man shall high<br /> +Exalted be, even o'er the Angel world;<br /> +Him destined for a glory and a crown<br /> +Of splendor not inferior to His own.<br /> +Ye shall behold the eternal Word above,<br /> +When clad in flesh and bone, anointed Lord<br /> +And Chief and Judge, mete justice to the hosts<br /> +Of Spirits, to Angels and to men alike,<br /> +From His high seat, in His unshadowed Realm. <span class="linenum">270</span><br /> +There in the centre stands the holy Throne<br /> +Already consecrate. Let all the hosts<br /> +Angelic then have care to worship Him,<br /> +When He shall ride in triumph in, who hath<br /> +The human form exalted o'er our own.<br /> +Then dimly shines the bright translucent flame<br /> +Of Seraphim, beside this light of man,<br /> +This glow and radiance divine. The rays<br /> +Of Mercy shall all Nature's splendors drown.<br /> +'Tis fated thus—and stands irrevocable. <span class="linenum">280</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus.</span><br /> +<br /> +All that the Heavens ordain shall please God's hosts.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +So be ye faithful, ever rendering thus<br /> +Both God and man your service: since mankind<br /> +So well belovèd are by God Himself.<br /> +Who honors Adam wins his Father's heart.<br /> +And men and Angels, issuing from one stem.<br /> +Are brothers and companions, chosen for<br /> +One lot, the sons and heirs of the Most High,<br /> +A stainless line. One undivided will,<br /> +One undivided love, be this your law. <span class="linenum">290</span><br /> +Ye know how all the Angel hosts into<br /> +Three Hierarchies and lesser Orders nine<br /> +Are duly separate: of Seraphim<br /> +And Cherubim and Thrones, the highest, they<br /> +Who form God's inmost Council and confirm<br /> +All His commands; the second Hierarchy,<br /> +Of Dominations. Virtues. Powers, that on<br /> +The mandates of God's secret Council wait<br /> +And minister to man's well-being and bliss.<br /> +The third and lowest Hierarchy, composed <span class="linenum">300</span><br /> +Of Principalities and all Archangels<br /> +And Angels, is unto the middle rank<br /> +Subordinate, and service finds beneath<br /> +The sphere of purest crystalline, in their<br /> +Particular charge, that wide is as the vault<br /> +Of starry space. And when the world shall spread<br /> +Its widening bounds without, shall unto each<br /> +Of these some province there allotted be,<br /> +Or he shall know what town or house or being<br /> +Is to his care committed, to the praise <span class="linenum">310</span><br /> +And honor of God's crown. Ye faithful ones,<br /> +Ye Gods immortal, go then and obey<br /> +Chief Lucifer, bound by your God's commands.<br /> +Bring glory to high Heaven in serving man,<br /> +Each in his own retreat, each on his watch.<br /> +Let some before the Godhead incense burn<br /> +And lay before His towering Throne their prayers,<br /> +Their wishes and their offerings for mankind,<br /> +Singing the Godhead praise until the sounds<br /> +Re-echo through the corridors of Heaven, <span class="linenum">320</span><br /> +In endless jubilation. Let some whirl<br /> +The constellations and the globes of Heaven,<br /> +Or open wide the skies, or pile them high<br /> +With pregnant clouds, to bless the mount below<br /> +With sunshine, or with soft, refreshing showers<br /> +Of manna and of pure mellifluous dews;<br /> +Where God is by the happy pair adored,<br /> +The primal innocence 'mid Eden's bowers.<br /> +Let those that air and fire and earth and sea<br /> +O'er range, each, in his element, his pace <span class="linenum">330</span><br /> +So moderate, as Adam may require;<br /> +Or chain in bands the lightnings, curb the storm,<br /> +Or break the ocean's fury on the strand.<br /> +Let others make a charge of man himself.<br /> +Even to a hair the sovran Deity<br /> +Knoweth the hairs upon his head. Then bear<br /> +Him gently on your hands, lest he should dash<br /> +His foot against a stone. Let one now as<br /> +Ambassador from the Omnipotent<br /> +Be sent below to Adam. King of Earth. <span class="linenum">340</span><br /> +That he perform his bounden charge. I voice<br /> +The orders to my trump on high enjoined.<br /> +To these the Godhead holds you firmly bound.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus of Angels:</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Strophe</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Who is it on His Throne, high-seated,<br /> +So deep in boundless realms of light,<br /> +Whose measure, space nor time hath meted,<br /> +Nor e'en eternity; whose might,<br /> +Supportless, yet itself maintaineth,<br /> +Floating on pinions of repose;<br /> +Who, in His mightiness ordaineth <span class="linenum">350</span><br /> +What round and in Him changeless flows<br /> +And what revolves and what is driven<br /> +Around Him, centre of His plan;<br /> +The sun of suns, the spirit-leaven<br /> +Of space; the soul of all we can<br /> +Conceive, and of the unconceivèd,<br /> +The heart, the life, the fount, the sea,<br /> +And source of all things here perceivèd,<br /> +That from Him spring, that His decree<br /> +Omnipotent and Mercy flowing <span class="linenum">360</span><br /> +And Wisdom from naught did evoke,<br /> +Ere this full-crownèd palace glowing,<br /> +The Heaven of Heavens, the darkness broke?<br /> +Where o'er our eyes our wings extending<br /> +To veil His dazzling Majesty,<br /> +'Mid harmonies to Him ascending,<br /> +We fall before Him tremblingly<br /> +And kneel, confused, in awe together.<br /> +Who is it? Name, or picture then<br /> +His Being with a Seraph's feather. <span class="linenum">370</span><br /> +Or is't beyond your tongue and ken?<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<a name="ill06"></a> +<img src="images/ill06_chorus_angels.jpg" width="350" alt=""Chorus of Angels"" title="" /> +"Who is it on His Throne, high-seated?" +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<i>Antistrophe</i>.<br /> +<br /> +'Tis God: Being infinite, eternal,<br /> +Of everything that being has.<br /> +Forgive us, O! Thou Power supernal,<br /> +By all that is and ever was<br /> +Ne'er fully praised, ne'er to be spoken;<br /> +Forgive us, nor incensed depart,<br /> +Since no imagining, tongue nor token<br /> +Can Thee proclaim. Thou wert. Thou art<br /> +Fore'er the same. All Angel praising <span class="linenum">380</span><br /> +And knowledge is but faint and tame.<br /> +'Tis but foul sacrilege, their phrasing;<br /> +For each bears his peculiar name<br /> +Save Thee. And who can by declaring<br /> +Reveal Thy name? And who make known<br /> +Thine oracles? Who is so daring?<br /> +He who Thou art Thou art alone.<br /> +Save Thee none knows Thy power transcendent.<br /> +Who grasps Thy full divinity?<br /> +Who dares to face Thy Throne resplendent, <span class="linenum">390</span><br /> +The fierce glow of eternity?<br /> +To whom the light of light revealèd?<br /> +What's hid behind Thy sacred veil,<br /> +From us Thy Mercy hath concealèd.<br /> +Such bliss transcends the narrow pale<br /> +Of our weak might. Our life is waning;<br /> +But Thine, Lord, shall know endless days.<br /> +Our being in Thine finds its sustaining!<br /> +Exalt the Godhead! Sing His praise!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Epode</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Holy! holy! once more holy! <span class="linenum">400</span><br /> +Three times holy! Honor God!<br /> +Without Him is nothing holy!<br /> +Holy is His mighty nod!<br /> +Strong in mystery He reigneth!<br /> +His commands our tongues compel<br /> +To proclaim what He ordaineth,<br /> +What the faithful Gabriel<br /> +With his trumpet came expounding.<br /> +Praise of man to God redounding!<br /> +All that pleaseth God is well. <span class="linenum">410</span><br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<h3><a name="Act_II" id="Act_II"></a>Act II.</h3> + +<p class="lucifer"> +LUCIFER. BELZEBUB.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Ye speedy Spirits, stay our chariot now,<br /> +God's Morning-star in its full zenith stands;<br /> +Its height is reached; and lo! the moment comes<br /> +When Lucifer must set before this star,<br /> +This double star that rises from below<br /> +And seeks the way above, to tarnish Heaven<br /> +With earthly glow. No more should ye adorn<br /> +Proud Lucifer's apparel with glittering crowns,<br /> +Nor gild his forehead with the glorious dawn<br /> +Of morning-star, to which Archangels kneel. <span class="linenum">10</span><br /> +Another splendor sweeps into the light<br /> +Of God, whose radiance drowns our vaunted glory.<br /> +As to the eyes of man, below, the sun,<br /> +By day, puts out the stars. The shades of night<br /> +Bedim the Angels and the suns of Heaven:<br /> +For man hath won the heart of the Most High,<br /> +Within his new-created Paradise.<br /> +He is the friend of Heaven. Our slavery<br /> +Even now begins. Go hence, rejoice and serve<br /> +And honor this new race like servile slaves. <span class="linenum">20</span><br /> +For God was man created; we, for him.<br /> +Let then the Angels bend their necks beneath<br /> +His feet. Let each one now upon him wait<br /> +And bear him even unto the highest Thrones<br /> +On hands or wings: for our inheritance<br /> +Shall pass to him, the chosen son of God.<br /> +We, the first-born, shall suffer in this Realm.<br /> +The son, born on that day, the sixth, and made<br /> +In the image of the Father, shall attain<br /> +The crown. And rightly unto him was given <span class="linenum">30</span><br /> +The mighty sceptre, which shall cause even us,<br /> +The ones first born, to tremble and to shake.<br /> +Here holds no contradiction now: ye heard<br /> +What Gabriel's trump spake at the golden port?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +O! Stadtholder of God's superior Powers,<br /> +Alas! we hear too well, amid the praise<br /> +Of choristers, a discord that makes sad<br /> +The feast eterne. The charge of Gabriel<br /> +Is clear. It needs no tongue of Cherubim<br /> +To unfold its sense. Nor was there need to send <span class="linenum">40</span><br /> +Apollion below, a nearer view<br /> +To gain of Adam's realm beneath the moon.<br /> +How gloriously the Godhead dealt with him<br /> +Doth well appear. He hath, for his defence,<br /> +Even given a life-guard, many thousands strong,<br /> +While He supports his rank and dignity,<br /> +As if he were the supreme Chief of Spirits.<br /> +The massive gate of Heaven stands ajar<br /> +For Adam's seed. An earth-worm that hath crawled<br /> +Out of the dust—out of a clod of clay <span class="linenum">50</span><br /> +Defies thy power. Thou shalt yet man behold<br /> +O'er thee exalted, so that thou shalt fall<br /> +Upon thy knees and there, abased, adore,<br /> +With drooping eyes, his lofty eminence,<br /> +His power and high authority. He shall,<br /> +When glorified by the Omnipotent,<br /> +Yet seat himself, even by the side of God,<br /> +Empowered to reign beyond the farthest rounds<br /> +And endless circles of eternity.<br /> +That, from the bounds of time and space set free, <span class="linenum">60</span><br /> +Revolve unceasingly around one God,<br /> +Who is their centre and circumference.<br /> +What clearer proof need we to see that God<br /> +Shall glorify mankind, and us degrade?<br /> +For we were born to serve, and man, to rule.<br /> +Then henceforth put the sceptre from thy hand:<br /> +There is another one below, who reigns,<br /> +Or soon shall reign. Put off thy morning rays<br /> +And wreaths of light before this sun, or else<br /> +Have care to bring him in with songs of joy <span class="linenum">70</span><br /> +And triumph and with honors full divine.<br /> +We soon shall see the Heavens changed in state.<br /> +Behold! the stars look out and from their paths<br /> +Retreat, aglow with longing to receive<br /> +With reverence this new and coming light.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +That shall I thwart, if in my power it be.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +There hear I Lucifer and him behold.<br /> +Who from Heaven's face can drive the night away.<br /> +Where he appears, day's glory dawns anew.<br /> +His crescent light, the first and nighest God, <span class="linenum">80</span><br /> +Shall ne'er grow dim. His word is stern command;<br /> +His will and nod a law by none transgressed.<br /> +The Godhead is in him obeyed and served,<br /> +Praised, honored, and adored. Should then a voice<br /> +More faint than his now thunder from God's Throne?<br /> +Than his be more obeyed? Should God exalt<br /> +A younger son, begot of Adam's loins,<br /> +Even over him? That would most violate<br /> +The heirship of the eldest-born and rob<br /> +His splendor of its rays. 'Neath God Himself <span class="linenum">90</span><br /> +None is so great as thou. The Godhead once<br /> +Set thee the first in glory at His feet.<br /> +Then let not man dare thus our order great<br /> +Profane, nor thus cast down these vested Rights<br /> +"Without a cause, or all of Heaven shall spring<br /> +To arms 'gainst one.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a name="ill07"></a> +<img src="images/ill07_exaltation.jpg" width="400" alt="The Exaltation of Man" title="" /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Thou shalt not yet man behold</span><br /> +O'er thee exalted, son that thou shalt fall<br /> +Upon thy knees, and there, abased, adore,<br /> +With drooping eyes his lofty eminence." +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Indeed, thou sayest well:</span><br /> +It is not meet for Dominations grave,<br /> +Powers well-disposed in state, thus to give up<br /> +So loosely their established rights; and since<br /> +The Supreme Power is by His laws most bound. <span class="linenum">100</span><br /> +To change becomes Him least. Am I a son<br /> +Of Light, a ruler of the light, my place<br /> +I shall maintain, to no usurper bow,<br /> +Not even this Arch-usurper. Let all yield<br /> +Who will, not one foot shall I e'er retreat.<br /> +Here is my Fatherland. Nor hardships dire<br /> +Nor yet disaster nor anathemas<br /> +Shall me intimidate, or tame. To die,<br /> +Or to gain port around this dreadful cape,<br /> +This is my destiny. Doth fate decree <span class="linenum">110</span><br /> +That I must fall, of rank and honors shorn,<br /> +Then let me fall; but fall with this my crown<br /> +Upon my brow, this sceptre in my grasp,<br /> +With my own retinue of faithful troops,<br /> +And with these many thousands on my side.<br /> +Aye, thus to fall brings honor and shall shed<br /> +Unfading glory on my name: besides,<br /> +To be the first prince in some lower court<br /> +Is better than within the Blessed Light<br /> +To be the second, or even less. 'Tis thus <span class="linenum">120</span><br /> +I weigh the stroke, nor harm nor hindrance fear.<br /> +But here, hardby, comes Heaven's Interpreter<br /> +And Herald vigilant, with God's own book<br /> +Of mysteries, committed to his care.<br /> +Most opportune for us his coming hither;<br /> +For I would question him. I shall accost<br /> +Him then, and from my chariot descend.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +GABRIEL. LUCIFER.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Lord Stadtholder, how? Whither bound?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 16em;">To thee,</span><br /> +O Herald and Interpreter of Heaven.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Methinks I read thy purpose on thy brow. <span class="linenum">130</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thou who canst fathom and who canst reveal,<br /> +Through the deep-searching light of thy mind's eye,<br /> +The shadowy mysteries of God, relieve<br /> +Me with thy coming.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">What doth burden thee?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +The late decision of the ruling Powers,<br /> +The new decree made by the Godhead, who<br /> +Esteems celestial joys as of less worth<br /> +Than earthly elements, oppresses Heaven,<br /> +Even from the low abyss the Earth exalts<br /> +Above the stars, sets man high in the seat <span class="linenum">140</span><br /> +Of the Angels, whom, shorn of primordial powers,<br /> +He then commands for human happiness<br /> +To sweat and slave. The Spirits once consecrate<br /> +To service in empyreal palaces<br /> +Shall serve an Earth-worm that from out the dust<br /> +Hath crawled and grown; and on his bidding wait,<br /> +And see him them excel in rank and numbers.<br /> +Why doth the endless Mercy us degrade<br /> +So soon? What Angel hath forgot to render<br /> +Due reverence? How could the Deity <span class="linenum">150</span><br /> +Mingle with base mankind and thus pass by<br /> +The nature of His chosen Angels here,<br /> +While His own nature and His Being He pours<br /> +Into a body?—thus eternity<br /> +Unite with its beginning, time, and what<br /> +Is highest to what is lowest of the low?<br /> +—The great Creator to His creature bind?<br /> +Who can the import glean of this decree?<br /> +Shall now eternity's bright, quenchless sun<br /> +Set in the gathering darkness of the world? <span class="linenum">160</span><br /> +Shall we, the Stadtholder of God, thus kneel<br /> +Before this shadow power, this puny lord;<br /> +And see the countless hosts of souls divine<br /> +And incorporeal bow themselves before<br /> +A gross and sluggish element upon<br /> +Which God hath stamped His Being and majesty?<br /> +We Spirits are yet too gross to comprehend<br /> +This mystery. Thou, who the key dost guard<br /> +Of God's rich treasure-house of mysteries,<br /> +Unlock, if so thou mayest, this secret dark <span class="linenum">170</span><br /> +From out thy sealèd book: unfold to us<br /> +The will of Heaven.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">As much as is to us</span><br /> +Permitted to unfold out of God's book:<br /> +Much knowledge doth not profit one alway;<br /> +Indeed, may damage bring. The Sovran Power<br /> +Revealeth only what He deems most fit.<br /> +The inner light blinds even Seraphim.<br /> +The spotless Wisdom would, in part, her will<br /> +Conceal, in part would it disclose. Himself<br /> +E'er to submit and to conform unto <span class="linenum">180</span><br /> +A well-established law, this best becomes<br /> +The subject, who unto his master's will<br /> +And charge stands bound. The reason why the Lord<br /> +(Which secret we shall know, when first shall pass<br /> +A lineage of Earth-born generations)<br /> +Who, in the course of time, both God and man<br /> +Become, shall reign,—shall sceptre sway, and rule,<br /> +Afar and wide, the stars, the sea, the Earth<br /> +And all that live, the Heavens conceal from thee:<br /> +Time shall divulge the cause. God's trumpet heed: <span class="linenum">190</span><br /> +His will thou now hast heard.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Shall then on high</span><br /> +A worm, an alien, wield the greatest power?<br /> +Must they who native are to Heaven thus yield<br /> +To foreign rule? Shall man then found a throne<br /> +Even o'er the Throne of God?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Content thee with</span><br /> +Thy lot, the rank and state and worthiness<br /> +Once granted thee by God. For thee He made<br /> +The head of all the Hierarchies, though not<br /> +To envy others' glory or renown.<br /> +Rebellion flattens both her crown and head, <span class="linenum">200</span><br /> +Whene'er she rears her crest 'gainst God's commands.<br /> +Thy splendor owes its lustre to God's power<br /> +Alone.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Till now my crown hath bowed to none</span><br /> +But God.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Then also bow before this last</span><br /> +Decree of God, who leadeth all that have<br /> +Their being from naught, yea, all that e'er shall live,<br /> +Unto their end and certain destiny,<br /> +Though we may fail to comprehend His plan.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus to see man into the light of God<br /> +Exalted, to behold him deified <span class="linenum">210</span><br /> +With God on His high Throne, to see towards him<br /> +The censers swinging 'mid the joyous tones<br /> +Of thousand thousand holy choristers,<br /> +With one voice pealing symphonies of praise—<br /> +Such grandeur doth bedim the lofty splendors,<br /> +And diamond rays of our own morning-star,<br /> +That dazzles then no more, while Heaven's joy<br /> +Shall pine in grief away.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">The highest bliss</span><br /> +Alone in calm contentment can be found<br /> +And in agreement with God's will, in full <span class="linenum">220</span><br /> +Compliance with His law.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">The majesty</span><br /> +Of God and of the Godhead is debased,<br /> +If with the blood of man his nature ever<br /> +Unites, combines, or otherwise is bound.<br /> +We Spirits to God and His deep nature come<br /> +Far closer, as children from one father sprung;<br /> +And are like Him, if unto us it be<br /> +Allowed to bring in such similitude<br /> +This inequality of endless powers<br /> +With those determinate, of definite might <span class="linenum">230</span><br /> +With might indefinite. Should once the sun<br /> +Err from his orbit's path, and veil himself<br /> +Behind a mist, to light the globe of Earth<br /> +Through clouds of smoke and darkling damps, how soon<br /> +The joys of Earth would die! How would the race<br /> +Below then want all light and life! How too<br /> +The sun would lack his dazzling majesty,<br /> +Circling his daily round! I see the skies<br /> +Piled up with gloom, the stars confused with fright.<br /> +Disorders fell and chaos, where now law <span class="linenum">240</span><br /> +And order reign, should once the fount of light<br /> +Plunge with its splendors into some dark fen.<br /> +Think not too harshly then, I do beseech<br /> +Thee, Gabriel, if now thy trumpet's voice,<br /> +The new-made law given by the High Command,<br /> +I do resist, or seemingly oppose.<br /> +We strive for God's own honor, yea, to give<br /> +To God His Right, should I become thus daring<br /> +And wander far beyond the narrow path<br /> +Of my obedience.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Thou art, indeed,</span> <span class="linenum">250</span><br /> +Most zealous for the glory of God's name;<br /> +Though truly without weighing well that God,<br /> +The point wherein His majesty doth lie,<br /> +Far better knows than we. Cease therefore now<br /> +This inquisition. For when God as man<br /> +Shall have become, He shall this book of His<br /> +Own mysteries, now sealed with seven seals.<br /> +Himself unseal. To taste the kern within<br /> +Is not for thee; thou seest the shell alone.<br /> +Then of this long concealment we shall learn <span class="linenum">260</span><br /> +The cause and hidden reason, all the while<br /> +Deep-gazing; in the unveiled Holy of Holies.<br /> +It now behooves us ever to obey<br /> +And to revere this rising dawn, to use<br /> +Our light with thankfulness until the time<br /> +When knowledge in her power shall drive all doubt<br /> +Away, even as the sun the night. Now learn<br /> +We gradually, with modest reverence,<br /> +God's Wisdom to approach. And this to us<br /> +Reveals, by slow degrees, the light of truth <span class="linenum">270</span><br /> +And knowledge, and requires that, on his watch,<br /> +Each shall submit himself to reason's rule,<br /> +Lord Stadtholder, be calm. Be foremost, thou,<br /> +Now to maintain the law. God sends me hence.<br /> +I must away.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +I shall observe it well!<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +BELZEBUB. LUCIFER.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +The Stadtholder now hears the meaning of<br /> +This proclamation grave so proudly blown<br /> +By Gabriel's trumpet bold. How well he showed<br /> +Thee God's design! whose purpose thou may'st scent:<br /> +Thus shall he clip the wings of thy great power. <span class="linenum">280</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<a name="ill08"></a> +<img src="images/ill08_gabriel.jpg" width="350" alt=""But here hardby comes Heaven's interpreter."" title="" /> +"But here hardby comes Heaven's interpreter." +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> + +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +But not so easily: Ah! nay, forsooth;<br /> +I shall have care this purpose to prevent.<br /> +Let not a power inferior thus dream<br /> +To rule the Powers above.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">He maketh threat</span><br /> +Forthwith to crush Rebellion's head and crown.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Now swear I by my crown, upon this chance<br /> +To venture all, to raise my seat amid<br /> +The firmament, the spheres, the splendor of<br /> +The stars above. The Heaven of Heavens shall then<br /> +My palace be, the rainbow be my throne, <span class="linenum">290</span><br /> +The starry vast, my court, while, down beneath,<br /> +The Earth shall be my footstool and support.<br /> +I shall, then swiftly drawn through air and light,<br /> +High-seated on a chariot of cloud,<br /> +With lightning stroke and thunder grind to dust<br /> +Whate'er above, around, below, doth us<br /> +Oppose, were it God's Marshal grand himself.<br /> +Yea, e'er we yield, these empyrean vaults.<br /> +Proud in their towering masonry, shall burst<br /> +With all their airy arches and dissolve <span class="linenum">300</span><br /> +Before our eyes: this huge and joint-racked Earth,<br /> +Like a misshapen monster, lifeless lie;<br /> +This wondrous universe to chaos fall.<br /> +And to its primal desolation change.<br /> +Who dares, who dares defy great Lucifer?<br /> +We cite Apollion.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">He is at hand.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +APOLLION. LUCIFER. BELZEBUB.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +O Stadtholder of God's unbounded Realm,<br /> +And Oracle within the Council of<br /> +The Gods subordinate, I offer thee<br /> +My service and await thy new commands. <span class="linenum">310</span><br /> +What now the word—what of thy subject would<br /> +Thy Majesty?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">It pleaseth us to hear</span><br /> +Thy sense and thy opinion of a grave<br /> +And weighty plan that cannot fail to win.<br /> +Tis our intent to pluck the proudest plume<br /> +From Michael's wings, that our attempt upon<br /> +His mightiness shall not rebound as vain.<br /> +With his own arm as many oracles<br /> +He founds, as ever God Himself hath hewn<br /> +From deathless diamond with His hand. Behold <span class="linenum">320</span><br /> +Now man exalted to the Heaven of Heavens,<br /> +Through all the circles of the spheres, then see<br /> +The Spirit world, so deep, so far below,<br /> +Even 'neath his footcloth there, like feeble worms<br /> +Already crawling in the dust. I joy<br /> +To storm this throne with violence, and thus<br /> +To hazard by one strong, opposing stroke<br /> +The glory of my state and star and crown.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +An undertaking truly to be praised!<br /> +May it augment your crown and increase gain, <span class="linenum">330</span><br /> +Based on such resolution: so I deem<br /> +It honors me thus to advise, 'neath thee,<br /> +The prosecution of a cause so bold.<br /> +Let this result for better or for worse,<br /> +The will is noble, even though it fail.<br /> +But lest we strive in vain and recklessly,<br /> +How best shall we begin so bold a plan?<br /> +How safest meet the point of that resolve?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +We subtly shall oppose our own resolve.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Sooth, there is pith in that. But what, pray, is <span class="linenum">340</span><br /> +Our borrowed might, weighed in the scale against<br /> +The Power Omnipotent? Guard well thy crown;<br /> +For we fall far too light.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Yet not so light,</span><br /> +But that the matter first shall hang in doubt.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +By whom or how or where this plot begun?<br /> +Even such intent is treason 'gainst God's Throne.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +His Throne we'll not disturb; but cautiously<br /> +Mount up the steep incline, and those high peaks,<br /> +Ne'er blazed by path and ne'er ascended, climb.<br /> +Courage and prudence must, at length, o'ercome <span class="linenum">350</span><br /> +And dare all dangers brave.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">But not the Power</span><br /> +Omnipotent, nor yet His crown: approach<br /> +Thou not too near, or learn in sorrow that<br /> +Repentance comes too late. The lesser should<br /> +Submissively unto the greater yield.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +The great Omnipotent is far beyond<br /> +Our aim. Set forces like with like together.<br /> +Then learn whose sword is weightiest. I see<br /> +Our enemies in flight, the Heavens all ours<br /> +By one courageous stroke; our legions, too, <span class="linenum">360</span><br /> +O'erladen with the spoil and glorious plunder.<br /> +Then let us further now deliberate.<br /> +<br /> +Apollion.<br /> +<br /> +Thou know'st what Michael, God's Field-marshal may:<br /> +'Neath his command are all God's legions placed.<br /> +He bears the key of the armoury here on high.<br /> +To him the watch is trusted, and he keeps<br /> +A faithful, sleepless eye on all the camps;<br /> +So that of all the galaxies of Heaven<br /> +Not even one star, in its celestial march,<br /> +Dare move itself the least, nor stir without <span class="linenum">370</span><br /> +Its ranks. 'Tis easy to commence; but in<br /> +Such warfare to engage exceeds our might,<br /> +And drags a train of hardships in its wake.<br /> +"What ordnance and what martial enginery<br /> +Could e'er avail his legions proud to quell?<br /> +Should Heaven's castle ope its diamond port,<br /> +Nor stratagem, nor ambush, nor assault<br /> +Could bring it fear.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">But if our bold resolve</span><br /> +We strengthen with the sword, I see upon<br /> +Our standard, raised aloft, the morning-star <span class="linenum">380</span><br /> +Defiance flashing till all Heaven's state<br /> +And rulership is changed.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">The Fieldmarshal,</span><br /> +The valiant Michael, bears with no less fire<br /> +And pride God's wondrous name amid the field<br /> +Of his great banner, with the sun above.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Though writ in lines of light, what boots a name?<br /> +Heroic deeds, as this, are ne'er achieved<br /> +With titles, nor with pomp; not by valor, spirit.<br /> +And subtle strokes in skill and cunning bred.<br /> +Thou art a master-wit with craftiness <span class="linenum">390</span><br /> +The Spirits to seduce, them to ensnare,<br /> +To lead and to incite howe'er thou wilt.<br /> +Thou canst attaint even those among the watch<br /> +Of most integrity, and teach even those<br /> +To waver who had thought to waver never.<br /> +Begin, we see God's legions in two camps<br /> +Divided, lords and vassals roused to strife<br /> +And mutiny. The greatest part even now<br /> +Are blind and deaf, save to their own demands;<br /> +And one and all cry loudly for a chief. <span class="linenum">400</span><br /> +If thou for us a fourth part canst allure,<br /> +"We'll crown thy craft and dexterous management<br /> +With place and honor. Go, this plot consider<br /> +With Belial, for it must be dark indeed,<br /> +Where he shall lose his way. His countenance,<br /> +Smooth-varnished with dissimulation's hue,<br /> +No master in such deep concealment owns.<br /> +My car I now ascend: think ye this over.<br /> +The Council hath convened, and now awaits<br /> +Our own attendance. We shall call you both <span class="linenum">410</span><br /> +Within, as soon as ye shall come. And thou,<br /> +Chief Lord, guard with thy trusty followers<br /> +This mighty gate that to the palace leads.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +BELIAL. APOLLION.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +God's Stadtholder doth serve himself with us<br /> +On high.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">We fly together from his bow</span><br /> +Like speeding arrows.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">And both aimèd are</span><br /> +Even at one mark, though perilous to reach.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Ere long the Heavens shall crack 'neath our tempt.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Let crack what will, the matter must proceed.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +How then this cause to best advantage grasp? <span class="linenum">420</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +The weapons favor us: we first must gain<br /> +The guard.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The chieftains first, and with them we</span><br /> +The bravest troops must then succeed in winning.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Through something specious, 'neath some seeming 'guised.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Name thou this thing. Come, say what thou shalt call it.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Our Angel Realm must be maintained, its state,<br /> +Its honor, and its privilege, so choose<br /> +A chief, on whom each can reliance place.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thou comprehendest well: no better cause<br /> +I wish as seed for mutiny, to set <span class="linenum">430</span><br /> +The court against its subjects, throng 'gainst throng.<br /> +For each among us is inclined to guard<br /> +That honor, rank, and lawful privilege<br /> +Unto him given by the Omnipotent<br /> +Ere He created man, an after-thought.<br /> +The celestial palace is our heritage.<br /> +To the Spirits, who above float on their wings,<br /> +Who, incorporeal, therefore, ne'er can sink,<br /> +This place is more adapt than to the race<br /> +Of Earth, too sluggish far to choose against <span class="linenum">440</span><br /> +Their nature these clear bows. Here shines the day<br /> +Too bright, too strong. Their eyes cannot endure<br /> +That splendid light, upon whose glow we gaze.<br /> +Then let man keep in his native element,<br /> +As other creatures do. Let him suffice<br /> +The bounds of his terrestrial Paradise,<br /> +Where the rising and the setting of the sun<br /> +And moon divide the months and form the year.<br /> +Let him observe, in their wide-circling round,<br /> +The crystal spheres. Let Eden's pleasant fruits <span class="linenum">450</span><br /> +Content him, and its flowers that breathe perfume.<br /> +To range from East to West, from North to South:<br /> +Let this his pastime be. What needs he more?<br /> +We'll ne'er bring homage to an earthly lord.<br /> +Thus I resolve. Canst thou more briefly yet<br /> +This meaning state?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">For all eternity,</span><br /> +Mankind to lock without the gate of Heaven.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +That tinkles well in the Angelic ear.<br /> +That flashes like a flame from choir to choir<br /> +Through Orders nine and all the Hierarchies. <span class="linenum">460</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +So shall we best a pining slowness feign;<br /> +Though all our bliss and our deliverance<br /> +On speed and expedition hang.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">Not less</span><br /> +On dexterous management depends, nor less<br /> +On courage and on bravery.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">That shall</span><br /> +Increase, as countless bannered bands accede.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +They even now are murmuring: then we<br /> +Should act with secrecy, share in their hopes,<br /> +And nourish their complaints.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">And then it were</span><br /> +Most opportune that Belzebub, a chief <span class="linenum">470</span><br /> +Of power and eminence, should tender them<br /> +His seal, to force their vested Rights and gain<br /> +Redress of grievances.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Not all at once,</span><br /> +But gradually, as if by by-paths won.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Then let the Stadtholder himself approach,<br /> +And in support of such a proud resolve<br /> +Offer his mighty arm.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">We soon shall hear,</span><br /> +When in the Council, his opinion<br /> +And his intent: then let him for a while<br /> +His thoughts dissemble and, at last, spur on <span class="linenum">480</span><br /> +The maddened throng, embarrassed for a head.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Upon the head depends the whole affair.<br /> +Whatever thy promises, without a chief<br /> +They'll ne'er commence so hazardous a cause.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +What hath been wonk no need to win again!<br /> +Who most hath lost in glory and in state,<br /> +Him doth it most concern. Let him precede,<br /> +And beat the measure for a myriad feet.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Both equity and reason would demand<br /> +He wear the crown; though, ere we deeper go, <span class="linenum">490</span><br /> +Let us all dangers weigh and nothing do<br /> +Unless all Councillors affix their seals.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus of Angels:</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Strophe</i>.<br /> +<br /> +How glares the noble front of Heaven!<br /> +Why streams the holy light so red<br /> +Upon our face, overspread<br /> +With mournful mists from darkness driven?<br /> +What sad cloud hath profaned<br /> +That pure and never-stained<br /> +Clear sapphire, wondrous bright.<br /> +The fire, the flame, the light <span class="linenum">500</span><br /> +Of the resplendent Power,<br /> +Omnipotence? Why doth that glow<br /> +Of God as black as blood thus grow<br /> +That in our aery bower<br /> +So pleased our eyes? O Angels, say<br /> +The cause of this deep gloom now dimming<br /> +Your radiance? O'er Adam's sway<br /> +On choral raptures ye were swimming,<br /> +On Spirit breath, amid a glow<br /> +That vault and choir and court below <span class="linenum">510</span><br /> +And towers and battlements o'erflooded<br /> +With showers of gold, while joys unclouded<br /> +Smiled from the brows of all that live:<br /> +Who is it can the reason give?<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Chorus of Angels.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Antistrophe</i>.<br /> +<br /> +When Gabriel's trumpet, richly sounding,<br /> +Inflamed our souls till a new song<br /> +Of praise burst forth among<br /> +Those dales, with roses fair abounding,<br /> +'Mid the celestial bowers<br /> +Of Paradise, whose flowers <span class="linenum">520</span><br /> +Did ope, joyed by such dew<br /> +Of praise, then upwards through<br /> +The vast seemed Envy stealing.<br /> +A countless host of Spirits dumb.<br /> +And wan and pale and sad and grum,<br /> +In crowds, dire woe revealing,<br /> +Crept slowly past, with drooping eye,<br /> +And forehead smooth now frowning rimple.<br /> +The doves of Heaven here on high,<br /> +Once innocent and pure and simple, <span class="linenum">530</span><br /> +Began to sigh, and seemed to grieve<br /> +As if e'en Heaven they did believe<br /> +Too small since Adam was created,<br /> +And man for such a crown was fated.<br /> +This stain offends the Eye of Light:<br /> +It flames the face of the Infinite.<br /> +<br /> +In love we would yet mingle in their ranks:<br /> +Again to calm this restless discontent. <span class="linenum">538</span><br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h3><a name="ACT_III" id="ACT_III"></a>ACT III.</h3> + +<p class="lucifer"> +LUCIFERIANS. CHORUS OF ANGELS.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +How oft belief proves but delusive hope!<br /> +Alas! how things have changed. We deemed no rank<br /> +Than ours more happy in this rising Realm,—<br /> +Yea, thought our state even like unto God's own,<br /> +More blessed than Earth and e'er unchangeable.—<br /> +Till Gabriel met us with his trumpet bold,<br /> +And from the golden port the hosts astounded<br /> +With this new-made decree, that shall deprive<br /> +The Angels of the good, the highest good,<br /> +First from the Godhead's breast to them outpoured. <span class="linenum">10</span><br /> +How is our glory dimmed! We now behold<br /> +The beauty and the dazzling radiance<br /> +That streamed so proudly from our ancient splendor<br /> +In darkness quenched. We see the Hierarchies<br /> +Of Heaven thrown into confusion strange,<br /> +And man to such a rank, to such proud height<br /> +Exalted, that we tremble even as slaves<br /> +Beneath his sway. O unexpected blow<br /> +And change of lot! Ah! comrades in one grief.<br /> +Ah! come and gather round in groups and sigh <span class="linenum">20</span><br /> +And weep with us together here. Tis time<br /> +To rend this shining raiment, meet for feasts,<br /> +To voice our plaints; for none can this forbid.<br /> +Our gladness fades and our first sorrow dawns.<br /> +Alas! alas! ye choristers of Heaven,<br /> +O brothers, tear those garlands from your brows<br /> +And change the blithesome livery of joy<br /> +For sorrow's gruesome garb. Oh! droop your eyes.<br /> +Seek shadows even as we; for sorrow shuns<br /> +The light. Let each one raise his voice to ours <span class="linenum">30</span><br /> +And utter fearful plaints. Drown in your grief;<br /> +Sink down in mournful thought. To voice your woe,<br /> +The burdened heart relieves. Now joy to groan:<br /> +For groaning heals the smart. Now shout aloud,<br /> +As with one voice, and follow these our woes:<br /> +Alas! alas! where is our bliss departed?<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus of Angels.</span><br /> +<br /> +What plaint arises here, unpleasant sound?<br /> +The Heavens shrink back in fright. This air on high<br /> +Hath not been wont to hear the wail of woe<br /> +On sad notes sobbing through these joyful vaults. <span class="linenum">40</span><br /> +Nay, wreaths and palms and loud triumphal song<br /> +And tuneful harps are far more meet for us.<br /> +What can this be? Who crouches here with head<br /> +Down-hanging, sad, forlorn, and needlessly<br /> +Oppressed? Who gave them food for grief? Who can<br /> +The reason guess? O fellow choristers,<br /> +Come then, 'tis needful that we ask the cause<br /> +Of their lament and this dark cloud of woe,<br /> +That robs our splendor of its radiance<br /> +And dims and dulls the bright translucent glow <span class="linenum">50</span><br /> +Of the eternal feast. Heaven is a court<br /> +Where joy and peace and all delights abound.<br /> +Grief never nestled 'neath these lucid eaves,<br /> +Nor woeful pain. Ah! fellow choristers.<br /> +Oh! come, console them in their heaviness.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferian:</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas! alas! where is our bliss departed?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Companions dear in our high happiness.<br /> +Oh! brothers, why? Oh! sons of the glad Light,<br /> +Why thus depressed at heart? Who gave you cause<br /> +Thus to complain and thus to mourn? Ye had <span class="linenum">60</span><br /> +Begun to lift your heads aloft to Heaven,<br /> +To bloom amid the day, whose lustre streams<br /> +From God's deep glow. The Heavens brought you forth<br /> +To mount in rapid flight from firmament<br /> +To firmament beyond, from court to court;<br /> +To flit amid the shadeless light content,<br /> +In one delightful life, an endless feast;<br /> +And e'er to taste the heavenly manna sweet<br /> +Of God's eternity, among your friends<br /> +In peaceful joys. Oh! why? This is not meet <span class="linenum">70</span><br /> +For dwellers of the Spirit world. Oh! nay.<br /> +Nor meet for Dominations, Powers, and Thrones,<br /> +Nor for the ruling Heavens. Ye gorge your grief,<br /> +And sit perplexed and dumb. Give voice to your<br /> +Necessity: reveal it to your friends.<br /> +Reveal your heart-sore, that we may relieve.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<a name="ill09"></a> +<img src="images/ill09_sorrowing_angels.jpg" width="350" alt=""Alas! alas! where is our bliss departed?"" title="" /> +"Alas! alas! where is our bliss departed?" +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +O brothers, can ye ask with earnestness<br /> +Why we thus grieve? Did ye also not hear<br /> +What Gabriel's trump revealed: how we through this<br /> +New-given command, down from our state are thrust <span class="linenum">80</span><br /> +Into a slavery of Earth and of<br /> +As many souls as from a little blood<br /> +And seed may haply spring? What have we done<br /> +Amiss? how erred, that God a water-bubble,<br /> +Blown full of vapid air, exalts. His sons,<br /> +The Angels, to abase?—a bastardy<br /> +Exalts, formed out of clay and dust? But now<br /> +We stood as trusty pillars, consecrate<br /> +Unto His court, adorned our various place<br /> +As faithful members of His Realm; and now, <span class="linenum">90</span><br /> +In one brief hour, we are expelled and shorn<br /> +Of all our dignity,—oppressed, alas!<br /> +Too sternly and with too much heaviness.<br /> +The charter and the primal privilege<br /> +Received from God are now by Him repealed.<br /> +And there where we had thought to rule with God<br /> +And under God, shall now this Adam reign,<br /> +Triumphant in his seed and blood forever.<br /> +The sun of Spirits hath set for them too soon.<br /> +Ah I comrades, hear our sorrow and our woes. <span class="linenum">100</span><br /> +Alas! alas! where is our bliss departed?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +And doth the charge that Gabriel brought from God<br /> +You thus disturb? This but a frenzy seems.<br /> +Who dares to reprehend the high command?<br /> +Who so presumptuous himself against<br /> +The Godhead to oppose? To give to God<br /> +His honor and His Right, to rest upon<br /> +His law, this is our bounden charge. Who dares<br /> +To enter here with God's Omnipotence<br /> +In such dispute? His word and nod and will <span class="linenum">110</span><br /> +Serve as our law and pace and precept firm.<br /> +Who contradiction breathes doth break the seal<br /> +Of the Most High. Obedience doth please<br /> +The Ruler of this Realm far more than smell<br /> +Of incense or divinest harmonies.<br /> +Ye are (oh! be ye not so vain, we pray,<br /> +Of boasted lineage) created more<br /> +For such subjection than for rulership.<br /> +O brothers, cease this wailing and lament.<br /> +And bow beneath the yoke of the Power Supreme. <span class="linenum">120</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Say rather 'neath the yoke of swarming ants.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Whene'er it pleases Him, ye should submit.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +What have we done amiss? The reasons tell.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Amiss? Impatience doth God's crown offend.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Through sorrow we complain, through discontent.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Ye should instead your will resign to God.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +We rest upon the Rights given us by law.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Subject to God your Rights and law remain.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +How can the greater to the lesser yield?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Who is resigned—to serve God is to rule. <span class="linenum">130</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Most freely, let but man rule there below.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Though small his lot, man lives in sweet content.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +But man is destined for a higher lot.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Ages shall come and go ere this shall be.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +An age below is but an instant here.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus be it, if it be command supreme.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Far better were this mystery ne'er disclosed.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +God in His kindness thus reveals His heart.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Yet kinder towards mankind, now placed above.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Allied with God's own nature, wonderful! <span class="linenum">140</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +O Angels, would that God did pair with you!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +What pleases God is ever rightly praised.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +How could He thus exalt mankind so high?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Whatever God does, or yet may do, is well.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +How man shall dim the crown the Angels wear!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +All Angels shall the God incarnate praise.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +And worship clay and dust down in the dust?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +And praise God's name with odors and with song.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +And praise mankind, constrained by higher Powers?<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +APOLLION. BELIAL. CHORUS.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +What murmur this? Dost hear a strife of tongues? <span class="linenum">150</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +What throngs lament here, plunged in sable hue.<br /> +With veils girt round the breast and loins? None would<br /> +Believe that one among the Spirits, amid<br /> +The joys unending and the feast eterne,<br /> +Could mourn, did we not see this wretched throng<br /> +Cast down in woeful grief. What great misfortune,<br /> +What dire disaster them disturbs? Oh! how?<br /> +O brothers, what doth cause this sad lament?<br /> +Who hath offended you? Your Rights we'll guard.<br /> +O brothers, speak. Why miserable? the cause? <span class="linenum">160</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +They make complaint of man's approaching state<br /> +And triumph, as proclaimed by Gabriel's trumpet;<br /> +That he outranks the Angels and that God<br /> +Shall join His Being to Adam's—all the Spirits<br /> +Thus made subordinate unto man's sway.<br /> +This briefly, clearly, states their sorrow's cause.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +'Tis hard such inequality to bear.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +It almost goes beyond our utmost strength.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +We pray your aid this difference to compose.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +What remedy? How can we them appease? <span class="linenum">170</span><br /> +They rest secure upon their lawful Rights.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +What Rights? The same power that ordaineth laws<br /> +Hath might to abrogate those laws as well.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +How thus can Justice unjust verdicts speak?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Correct God's verdicts, thou! Write thou His laws!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +The child doth follow in his father's steps.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +To walk where He hath trod is Him to heed.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +The change in God's own will doth cause this strife.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +While one He setteth on a throne. He casts<br /> +Another down: the one least worthy must <span class="linenum">180</span><br /> +Unto the son more favored then submit.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +Equality of grace would best become<br /> +The Godhead. Now the darkness dares to dim<br /> +The light celestial, while the sons of night<br /> +Defy the day itself.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Whatever doth breathe</span><br /> +May rightly the Creator praises bring,<br /> +Who each his being gave and unto each<br /> +Gave his degree. Whene'er it pleaseth Him,<br /> +The element of earth shall change to air,<br /> +To water, or to fire; the Heaven itself, <span class="linenum">190</span><br /> +To Earth; an Angel, to a beast; mankind,<br /> +To Angels or to something new and strange.<br /> +One Power rules over all, and thus can make<br /> +The proudest tower become the humblest base.<br /> +The least received is in pure money given.<br /> +Here is no choice. Here wit and knowledge fail.<br /> +In such unlikeness doth God's glory lie.<br /> +So see we with things lightest weighed those things<br /> +Of greatest weight, which thus e'en heavier grow:<br /> +Thus beauty fairer glows o'er beauty glossed, <span class="linenum">200</span><br /> +Hue cast o'er hue, the diamond splendor over<br /> +The blue turquoise; so see 'gainst odors odors,<br /> +The light intense against the glimmer dim,<br /> +The galaxies unto the stars opposed.<br /> +Our place within the universal plan<br /> +Thus to disturb, into confusion all<br /> +Things throwing that once God did there dispose<br /> +And place; and all the creature may arrange:<br /> +This is mis-shapen to the inmost joint.<br /> +Cease, then, this murmuring. The Godhead can <span class="linenum">210</span><br /> +The state of Angels miss; nor aided is<br /> +By others' service; for the glorious Realm<br /> +Eterne nor music needs, nor incense, nor<br /> +These odors swung, nor harmonies of praise.<br /> +Ungrateful Spirits, be still: your base tongues curb.<br /> +Ye know not God's design. Be ye content<br /> +With your established lot, and unto God<br /> +And Gabriel's decree yourselves submit.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Is then the high state of the ruling Spirits<br /> +So changeable? They stand on slippery ground, <span class="linenum">220</span><br /> +How pitiable their lot! how miserable!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Because a lesser in this Realm shall reign?<br /> +We shall remain as now: how are we wronged?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +They are the nighest God, their refuge sure<br /> +And Father: they upon His breast have lain:<br /> +Now lies a lesser one more close than they.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +For one to grieve o'er others' bliss shows lack<br /> +Of love, and scents of envy and of pride.<br /> +Let not this stain upon the purity<br /> +And brightness of the Angels thus remain. <span class="linenum">230</span><br /> +To strive in concord, love, and faithfulness.<br /> +The one against the other here, doth please<br /> +The Father, who all things in ranks ordained.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +So they maintain the rank the Heavens them gave;<br /> +But hardly can endure man's slave to be.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +That's disobedience, and from their rank<br /> +They thus shall fall away. Thou seest how, too,<br /> +The hosts of Heaven, in golden armor clad<br /> +And in appointed ranks arrayed, keep watch,<br /> +Each in his turn; how this star sets and that <span class="linenum">240</span><br /> +Ascends; and how not one of all on high<br /> +The lustre dulls of others there more clear,<br /> +Nor yet of those more dim; how some stars, too,<br /> +A greater, others lesser orbits trace:<br /> +Those nearest to Heaven most swift and those beyond<br /> +More slowly turn: yet midst this all, among<br /> +These inequalities of light, degree,<br /> +And rank, of orbit, kind, and pace, thou seest<br /> +No discord, envy, strife. The Voice of Him<br /> +Who ruleth all this measured cadence leads, <span class="linenum">250</span><br /> +That listens and Him faithfully obeys.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belial:</span><br /> +<br /> +The firmament remains, as God decreed.<br /> +Had it not pleased Him thus to disarrange<br /> +The state of Angels, they would not, as now,<br /> +Awake the stars from their harmonious peace,<br /> +Nor thus disturb with plaints these quiet courts,<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Beware lest thou this discontent shouldst flame.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +We would this low'ring cloud might leave our sky<br /> +Before it bursts and sets the vast expanse<br /> +Of Heaven in flames. They grow in numbers.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who</span> <span class="linenum">260</span><br /> +Shall them appease? Who cometh hitherward?<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +LUCIFERIANS. BELZEBUB. CHORUS.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas! alas! where is our bliss departed?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +All goeth well: we gain increase. In grief<br /> +The Angels now assemble, and in woe<br /> +Their heads they droop together. What doth move<br /> +You. Angel hosts, with sighs and groans to mourn?<br /> +Can, then, the bloom of happiness thus fade?<br /> +In peace all to possess that Spirit can wish<br /> +From God, the Giver—doth even this content<br /> +You not? Ye therefore stand in your own light. <span class="linenum">270</span><br /> +And cherish mournfulness, whose cause I can<br /> +Nor fathom nor discern. Come, cease your groans,<br /> +Nor longer tear your standards and your robes<br /> +Without a cause; but clear your clouded face<br /> +And darkened forehead with new radiance,<br /> +O children of the Light! The voices shrill.<br /> +Whose deep-resounding songs the Godhead praise,<br /> +Grow faint, displeased that ye should mingle with<br /> +Their godlike melody such spurious sounds<br /> +And bastard tones. Your bitter moan doth mar <span class="linenum">280</span><br /> +The rhythm of the celestial palace till<br /> +These vaults re-echo with your woe. The wail<br /> +Of sorrow through the highest arches rolls.<br /> +From sphere to sphere: nor without crime can ye<br /> +By such sad discord thus the growth disturb<br /> +Of God's great name and glorious majesty.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Chief Lord, whose potent word unnumbered bands<br /> +Would call to arms, thou comest most opportune<br /> +To soothe our misery and to prevent<br /> +By thy great power this threatened injury <span class="linenum">290</span><br /> +And undeserved disgrace. Shall Gabriel<br /> +The sacred crown of the holy Angels place<br /> +On Adam's head: through Adam's son and heir<br /> +Crush God's first-born? 'Twere better far had we<br /> +Not been made ere the splendor-dazzling sun<br /> +His chariot mounted and in Heaven shone.<br /> +The Godhead chose in vain the Spirits as guards<br /> +Of these immobile courts, if thus He shall.<br /> +Against their vested Rights, Himself oppose;<br /> +Who guiltless to resistance are provoked <span class="linenum">300</span><br /> +By dire impatience and necessity.<br /> +We were rejoicing here, enraptured with<br /> +The praise to God outpoured, were bowing low<br /> +In deep humility, and worshipping<br /> +'Mid burning censers with devotion flamed:—<br /> +All-quivering with the rippling notes, the Heavens,<br /> +From choir to choir, unto the sound gave ear—<br /> +Yea, melted slowly in delicious joy,<br /> +With song and harp enchanted—when the trump<br /> +Of Gabriel 'mid the rising harmony <span class="linenum">310</span><br /> +Blew that decree, and midst the glory fell<br /> +This sudden thunderbolt of night. There lay<br /> +We all amazed, dispersed, with gloom depressed.<br /> +The gladness died away. Hushed were the throats<br /> +Pregnant with praise. The youngest son was given<br /> +The crown, the sceptre, and the blessing, while<br /> +The eldest-born, thus disinherited,<br /> +By Majesty Supreme, marked as a slave<br /> +Remains. That is the part obedience,<br /> +Devotion, love, and faithfulness receive <span class="linenum">320</span><br /> +From God's rich treasury, that mourning brings;<br /> +That wrath enkindles, and thoughts of revenge,<br /> +Grown out of righteous hate, to smother in<br /> +His blood this upstart man, ere he shall crush<br /> +The Angels in their state; and they be forced,<br /> +As base and craven slaves, with fetters bound,<br /> +To run before his lash and at his will,<br /> +Even as he keeps the beasts beneath in awe.<br /> +Chief Lord, thou canst prevent our fall, and by<br /> +Our charter yet preserve our Rights: protect <span class="linenum">330</span><br /> +Us by thy power. We are prepared even now<br /> +To follow 'neath thy standard and command,<br /> +To be thy troops. Lead on. 'Tis glorious<br /> +To battle for one's honor, crown, and Right.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Methinks that thou art wrong. O King of Lords,<br /> +'Twere better to avert this. Give no cause<br /> +For mutiny or discord: give no cause<br /> +Whereby Rebellion grows. What remedy?<br /> +How reconcile you with the Majesty<br /> +Supreme?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">He doth transgress the holy Right</span> <span class="linenum">340</span><br /> +Once to the Angels given.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">The lawful Rights</span><br /> +Of subjects to transgress can them inflame,<br /> +And fires enkindle that the very air<br /> +Would soon consume. How poor a recompense<br /> +For stainless faith! How shall we best conduct<br /> +Ourselves amid this mournful hopelessness?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +'Twill comfort us one bold attempt to make.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +What venture this? Adopt a softer pace.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +This violence needs, compulsion, and revenge.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +We might, mayhap, a safer method choose. <span class="linenum">350</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Delay would bring us here not gain, but loss.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +One should his wrong with reason understand.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Reason doth publish here: we are oppressed.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +With prayers ye first and best might gain your end.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +This plot to bare would foil its execution.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Scarce can such plot be hidden from the light.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +We're gaining fast, and stand in equipoise.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Their chance is best who with God's Marshal fight.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +This can be righted ne'er by fright nor moan.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +But what say Belial and Apollion? <span class="linenum">360</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Both are with us, and strengthen our array.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +How gained ye them? 'Tis far, indeed, progressed.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +The Heavens flow toward us now with teeming floods.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Trust not in armies formed of wavering throngs.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Even now advantage towers, and danger flees.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Who rashly dares should not advantage claim.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +All on the issue hangs. Before the event<br /> +All judgment errs. The gathered hosts demand<br /> +Thee as their leader and their sovran chief<br /> +In this our expedition.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">But who could</span> <span class="linenum">370</span><br /> +Be so bereft of wit as to defend<br /> +Your righteous cause, and by such course provoke<br /> +The battled hosts of Heaven? Aye, to yourselves<br /> +Be ye more merciful. Exempt me from<br /> +This charge. I choose to hold a neutral place.<br /> +Deliberation will yet make things right.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +O! brothers, hear. Through mediators take<br /> +Unto God's Throne your supplications sad.<br /> +More ground is won by mediation than<br /> +Rebellion's steep ascent. With coolness act: <span class="linenum">380</span><br /> +With reason and deliberation weigh.<br /> +We will on high your Rights defend. Be calm<br /> +Ye offend the crown of God, the Lord of Lords.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +And ye, our vested Right: be ye less bold.<br /> +Lord Belzebub, advance our lawful claim.<br /> +Place all the legions now in battle line.<br /> +We'll follow thee together.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Stay, O think,</span><br /> +Ye flaming zealots, think, I pray you, farther.<br /> +I will precede you to the palace grand,<br /> +Unto the Throne, and there our Rights obtain <span class="linenum">390</span><br /> +Through peaceful means and mutual covenants,<br /> +Made voluntarily and uncompelled.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Be still! be still! thou art by Michael spied.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<a name="ill10"></a> +<img src="images/ill10_michael.jpg" width="350" alt=""Be still! Be still! thou art by Michael spied!"" title="" /> +"Be still! Be still! thou art by Michael spied!" +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +MICHAEL. BELZEBUB. LUCIFERIANS.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Where are we? What great noise arises here?<br /> +This seems a court of tumult and dispute,<br /> +Instead of peace, obedience, and faith.<br /> +Prince Belzebub, what reasons move thee thus,<br /> +Head of rebellious hordes, to aid a cause<br /> +So pregnant with such godless treachery,<br /> +Against that God the refuge of us all? <span class="linenum">400</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Mercy, O Michael! Deem us worthy words<br /> +Explanatory, ere in zealous wrath<br /> +Thou dost thy sentence for God's honor pass.<br /> +Impute to us no guilt.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Your innocence</span><br /> +Establish. I shall patiently attend.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +The assemblage of so many thousand troops,<br /> +Disturbed by God's command, through Gabriel's trumpet<br /> +From out the Throne of Thrones proclaimed, demands<br /> +Some mediation that shall quench this flame;<br /> +Wherefore I came to gain a better sense <span class="linenum">410</span><br /> +Of the ground of their complaints, to quell as best<br /> +I could this mutiny. But they began<br /> +With frantic haste and raving recklessness<br /> +To force their clamorous claims upon me. I<br /> +Then made attempt their forces to disperse<br /> +(Let to my faith these faithful choristers<br /> +Their witness bear), to counsel that they pour<br /> +Their grievances before God's Throne; but 'mid<br /> +This tumult and this clamor, vain my zeal,<br /> +As if to calm a sea swollen to the skies. <span class="linenum">420</span><br /> +Let now the Field-marshal lead on; we are<br /> +Prepared to follow, if he see a way<br /> +To smooth this difference.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Who dares oppose</span><br /> +Himself to God and His most holy will?<br /> +And who so bold these warlike banners thus<br /> +To plant within the virgin Realm of peace?<br /> +If ye through envoys wish to treat on high,<br /> +For your defence, we will your cause assume<br /> +And mediate with God that He forgive:<br /> +Or else beware your heads! This ne'er succeeds. <span class="linenum">430</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +And wouldst thou then oppress our holy Right<br /> +By force of arms? Unto the Field-marshal<br /> +They were not given for such purpose dire.<br /> +We rest alone upon our vested Rights.<br /> +Most bold and strong is conscious righteousness.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Least righteous he who would rebel 'gainst God.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +We serve God. He has for His service found<br /> +Us ever worthy. Let the Heavens remain<br /> +In their first state. Nor let the honored sons<br /> +Of the Fatherland celestial thus be placed <span class="linenum">440</span><br /> +Beneath mankind in rank and dignity.<br /> +For such disgrace the Thrones and Hierarchies,<br /> +The Powers and Dominations, high and low,<br /> +Of Spirits, of Angels, and of great Archangels,<br /> +Shall ne'er endure. Ah! nay, although, forsooth,<br /> +Thy lightning spear should pierce them, breast on breast,<br /> +Through their most faithful hearts. From Adam's race<br /> +We never shall such bold defiance brook.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +I will that each depart, even as I wave<br /> +My hand. He God and Godhead doth oppose. <span class="linenum">450</span><br /> +Who now, forsworn, 'gainst us shall take his stand.<br /> +Depart unto your posts. That is the duty<br /> +Of soldiers and of loyal sons of Heaven.<br /> +What violence? What impious threat is this?<br /> +Who wages war, save 'neath my banner bold,<br /> +Doth fight 'gainst God and doth oppose His Realm.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Who wards his Right need fear no violence.<br /> +Nature made each defender of his Right.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +'Tis my command ye lay your weapons down.<br /> +Such gathering breaks your honor and your oath. <span class="linenum">460</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +The hosts Angelic are by nature bound<br /> +In union strong. They stand or fall together.<br /> +Not one alone is touched in this dispute,<br /> +But one and all.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Would ye with weapons then</span><br /> +In such tumultuousness the Heavens embroil?<br /> +These were not given you to use 'gainst God.<br /> +Abuse your power, then fear the Power Supreme.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +The Stadtholder we hourly here await.<br /> +In haste he hath been summoned to attend.<br /> +We'll venture all. 'gainst Gods arraying Gods, <span class="linenum">470</span><br /> +Rather than thus our Rights resign through force.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +So great an indiscretion I shall never<br /> +From Heaven's Stadtholder await.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">It seems</span><br /> +More like an indiscretion thus to place<br /> +Those older and first born, like servile slaves,<br /> +Beneath the yoke of him, the youngest-born.<br /> +But that the Angels now defend their kind,<br /> +And here against their peers, in rank and state<br /> +And being, contend, is indiscretion called.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +O stiff-necked kind, ye are no longer sons <span class="linenum">480</span><br /> +Of Light; but rather are a bastard race,<br /> +Which yields not even to God. Ye but provoke<br /> +The lightning stroke and wrath implacable.<br /> +Harden your hearts, lo! what calamity<br /> +And what a fall for you reserved! Ye heed<br /> +Nor counsel nor advice. We'll see what us<br /> +Enjoined is on high by Voice Supreme.<br /> +Come, then; I wish now all the choristers<br /> +And hosts yet righteous and yet virtuous<br /> +To part, at once, from these rebellious throngs. <span class="linenum">490</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Let part who will; but we shall keep together.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Come follow, O ye faithful choristers,<br /> +God's Field-marshal behind.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Depart in peace.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +BELZEBUB. LUCIFER. LUCIFERIANS.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +The Field-marshal, in haste, to God hath gone,<br /> +Bearing complaint. Keep heart: Prince Lucifer<br /> +Speeds hitherward on winged chariot.<br /> +Ye should therefore at once deliberate.<br /> +Helpless the battled host without a chief:<br /> +As to myself, the post is far too grave.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Afar and wide, the Heavens vibrate and shake <span class="linenum">500</span><br /> +With the sound of your disputes. The legions stand<br /> +Divided, split in twain. The tumult wins<br /> +Increase. Our great necessity enjoins<br /> +Much prudence here, disaster to prevent.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Lord Stadtholder, of all the Spirits brave.<br /> +Retreat and refuge sure, we hope that thou<br /> +Shalt ne'er, as Michael, doom the neck of the Angels<br /> +To be thrust 'neath the feet of Adam's brood,<br /> +And then, as he, go gild and bloom this shame<br /> +And insult with the show of equity; <span class="linenum">510</span><br /> +And with thy might sustain the bold ascent<br /> +Of man, this gross and Earth-born race. To God,<br /> +By him so seldom seen, what incense brings he?<br /> +Why stand we charged to serve a worm so base,<br /> +To bear him on our hands, to heed his voice?<br /> +Made God the boundless Heavens and Angels then<br /> +For him alone? 'Twere better far had we<br /> +Never been made, sooth, had we never been.<br /> +Oh! pity, Lucifer, do not permit<br /> +Our Order now so low to be abased, <span class="linenum">520</span><br /> +And, guiltless, to decline, while man, thus made<br /> +The Chief of Angels, e'er shall shine and glow<br /> +Amid the splendor inaccessible,<br /> +Before which Seraphim as shadows fade,<br /> +With dreadful trembling. If thou'lt condescend<br /> +So great injustice in this Realm to quell,<br /> +And shalt maintain our Rights, we swear together<br /> +E'er to support thy mighty arm. Then grasp<br /> +This battle-axe. Help us our Rights to ward.<br /> +We swear, by force, in majesty undimmed, <span class="linenum">530</span><br /> +To set thee on the Throne for Adam made.<br /> +We swear with one accord support. Then grasp<br /> +This battle-axe. Help us our Rights to ward.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +My sons, upon whose faith and loyalty<br /> +No stain of treason lies, all that God wills,<br /> +All He demands of us, is right: I know<br /> +No other law; and stay, as Stadtholder<br /> +Of God, His late decree and His resolve<br /> +With all my might. This sceptre which I bear,<br /> +To my right hand the great Omnipotent <span class="linenum">540</span><br /> +Gave, as a mark of mercy and a sign<br /> +Of His love and affection for us all.<br /> +Doth now His mind and heart to Adam turn,<br /> +And doth it please Him now to set mankind<br /> +In full dominion us above—them over<br /> +Both you and me to crown, though in our charge<br /> +We ne'er grew weary, yet what remedy?<br /> +Who will oppose such resolution here?<br /> +Had He to Adam given an equal rank,<br /> +A nature like unto the Angel world, <span class="linenum">550</span><br /> +It were supportable for all the sons<br /> +Of Heaven, sprung from God's lineage; now let<br /> +Them be displeased, if such displeasure be<br /> +On high not counted as a stain. However,<br /> +There is a danger on each side—to yield<br /> +Through fearfulness, or boldly to oppose.<br /> +I wish that your resentment He forgive.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Lord Stadtholder, aye, grasp this battle-axe.<br /> +Protect our holy Right. We'll follow thee.<br /> +We'll follow on. Lead thou with speedy wings: <span class="linenum">560</span><br /> +We'll perish, or triumphant overcome.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +That breaks our oath and Gabriel's command.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +That violates God's self, sets man above.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Let God His honor, Throne, and majesty<br /> +Himself preserve.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Do thou preserve thy throne.</span><br /> +As pillars we will stay thee, and the state<br /> +Of the Angel world as well. Mankind shall never<br /> +Our crown, the crown of God, tread in the dust.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Soon shall the Field-marshal, great Michael, armed<br /> +With blessings from on high, 'gainst us appear, <span class="linenum">570</span><br /> +With all his host. His army 'gainst your own—<br /> +How great the difference!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">If not one half.</span><br /> +At least a third part of the Spirits, thou<br /> +Shalt sweep with thee, when thou shalt join our side.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Then shall we venture all, our favor lost<br /> +To the oppressors of your lawful Right.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Courage, hope, insult, sorrow, and despair,<br /> +Prudence and injury and vengeance for<br /> +Such inequality, not otherwise<br /> +Composed: all this, and what on this depends, <span class="linenum">580</span><br /> +Shall nerve our arms to strike the blow.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Even now</span><br /> +The Holy Realm is in our power. Whatever<br /> +May be resolved, our weapons shall enforce,<br /> +Our arms shall soon compel. Once place us here<br /> +In battle rank, and they who waver yet,<br /> +Soon toward our side shall lean.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">I trust me, then,</span><br /> +This violence with violence to oppose.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Mount, then, these steps. O bravest of the brave!<br /> +Lord Stadtholder, we pray, ascend this throne,<br /> +That thee we now allegiance may swear. <span class="linenum">590</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Prince Belzebub, bear witness; also ye,<br /> +O Lords illustrious; Apollion,<br /> +Bear witness thou, and thou, Prince Belial bold,<br /> +That I, constrainèd by necessity<br /> +And by compulsion, shall advance this cause.<br /> +Thus to defend God's Realm and to ward off<br /> +Our own impending ruin.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Then bring on</span><br /> +Our standard, that we may, beneath its folds.<br /> +Swear God allegiance and our Morning-star.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +We swear alike by God and Lucifer. <span class="linenum">600</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +Now bring the censers on, ye faithful hosts.<br /> +Faithful to God. Praise Lucifer with bowl.<br /> +Rich with perfume, and flaming candle-sticks:<br /> +Him glorify with light and glow and torch.<br /> +Extol him then with poem, music, song.<br /> +Trumpet and pipe. It doth behoove us now<br /> +Him with such pomp and splendor to attend:<br /> +Raise, then, sonorous lays to his great crown.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus of Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +Forward, O ye hosts, Lucifer's minions;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Banners wave!</span> <span class="linenum">610</span><br /> +Marshal now your bands, spread your swift pinions—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">On, ye brave!</span><br /> +Follow your God where his drumbeats command.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Guard well your Rights and Fatherland.</span><br /> +Help him Michael now hurl to confusion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">War, your mood!</span><br /> +Fighting 'gainst Heaven for Adam's exclusion.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And his brood!</span><br /> +Follow this hero to trumpet and drum.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Protect our crown, whate'er may come.</span> <span class="linenum">620</span><br /> +See, oh! see now the Morning-star shining!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">In that light</span><br /> +Soon shall our foe's proud flag be declining<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Into night!</span><br /> +Now in triumph we crown God Lucifer:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Come worship him; revere his star.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus of Angels:</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Strophe</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What sad surprises waken.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Since Heaven's civil war</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Burst with divisive jar;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And blindly hath been taken</span> <span class="linenum">630</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The sword for mad attempt!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who 'mong celestial legions.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Or wins or falls, exempt</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From grief, to view in the regions</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Of joy such misery</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Mong their fellows and their brothers:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">How some, overcome, would flee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While in exile wander others?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O sons of God on high,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Where errs your destiny?</span> <span class="linenum">640</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Antistrophe</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alas! where now those erring</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Spirits? What sorcery</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">From their dear certainty</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seduced them, vainly luring</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Them from their rank and state?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Led them to wicked daring?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Our bliss became too great,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too wanton for our bearing;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">E'en Heaven's altitude</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Angels were outgrowing;</span> <span class="linenum">650</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And then came Envy's brood.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeds of Rebellion sowing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In the peaceful Fatherland.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Who cools War's lurid brand?</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Epode</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Doth not soon some power transcending<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">War's fierce flames in bounds enchain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">What will unconsumed remain?</span><br /> +Treason's horrors are impending:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fires of discord shall profane</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heaven and Earth and sea and plain.</span> <span class="linenum">660</span><br /> +Treason seeks her justifying<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In her triumph; then she would</span><br /> +God's own mandates be defying:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Treason knows nor God nor blood.</span> <span class="linenum">664</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h3><a name="ACT_IV" id="ACT_IV"></a>ACT IV.</h3> + +<p class="lucifer"> +GABRIEL. MICHAEL.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +The whole of Heaven glows with the fierce blaze<br /> +Of tumult and of treachery. I now<br /> +Command thee, as ambassador from God,<br /> +And His high Throne, to rise without delay<br /> +And burn out with a glow of fire and zeal<br /> +These dark, polluting stains in God's great name,<br /> +And in the name of the unstained Heavens.<br /> +Prince Lucifer defies with trump and drum.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Has Lucifer, alas! been faithless found?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +The third part of the Heavens swore but now <span class="linenum">10</span><br /> +The standard of that fickle Morning-star<br /> +Their firm allegiance, perfumed his throne<br /> +With incense, even as if he were a God;<br /> +And with the blasphemous sounds of godless music<br /> +Him praises sang. Now hitherward they come,<br /> +Thronging with mighty hordes that threaten all,<br /> +How terribly! to burst with violence<br /> +The gate that leads unto the armoury.<br /> +A crash of tempests fierce and wild doth roar<br /> +On every side. The lightnings rage and rave. <span class="linenum">20</span><br /> +The thunders, in their travail laboring,<br /> +Shake even the ponderous pillars of these courts.<br /> +We hear no Seraphim, nor sounds of praise.<br /> +Each sits apart, enwrapped in voiceless gloom.<br /> +Now hushed at once are all the Angel choirs,<br /> +And then again they cry aloud in grief<br /> +And in their pity o'er this blind revolt<br /> +Of the blessed Angel world, and o'er the fall<br /> +Of the Angelic race. Aye, 'tis full time<br /> +That thou perform thy charge, that thou observe <span class="linenum">30</span><br /> +The sacred oath that thou, as Field-marshal,<br /> +Didst swear upon the lightning's lurid edge,<br /> +By God's most holy name.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a name="ill11"></a> +<img src="images/ill11_disaffected_spirits.jpg" width="400" alt=""Each sits apart, enwrapped in voiceless gloom."" title="" /> +"Each sits apart, enwrapped in voiceless gloom." +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">What, then, doth move</span><br /> +God's Stadtholder thus to oppose himself<br /> +Against God, as the impious head and chief<br /> +Of mad conspirators?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">The Heavens know</span><br /> +How loth I am to make in such a way<br /> +Defence of God's most righteous cause. But oh!<br /> +How terrible the wrath laid up for him!<br /> +For we can find no means by which to lead <span class="linenum">40</span><br /> +This erring race of blind unfortunates<br /> +Along the road, the high-road of their faith.<br /> +Myself saw there the radiant joy of God<br /> +Itself o'ershadow with a gathering cloud<br /> +Of mournfulness, until, at last. His wrath<br /> +A flame enkindled in His eyes of light,<br /> +Ere He, to ward the threatened blow, gave charge<br /> +Unto this expedition. I then heard<br /> +Awhile the plea, how there in equipoise<br /> +God's Mercy stood against His Righteousness, <span class="linenum">50</span><br /> +By weight of reason held. I saw, too, how<br /> +The Cherubim, upon their faces fallen.<br /> +Cried with one voice, "Oh! mercy, mercy. Lord;<br /> +Not justice give." This dire dispute had thus<br /> +Been expiated, yea, almost atoned.—<br /> +So much seemed God to mercy then inclined.<br /> +And reconciliation; but as up<br /> +The smell of incense rose, the smoke beneath<br /> +To Lucifer, from countless censers swung.<br /> +Amid the sounds of trump and choral praise, <span class="linenum">60</span><br /> +The Heavens their eyes averted from such sight<br /> +And such idolatry, accursed of God<br /> +And Spirit and all the Hierarchies above:<br /> +Then Mercy took its flight. Awake to arms!<br /> +The Godhead summons thee, ere the tumult us<br /> +Surprise, to tame by thine own arm these fierce<br /> +Behemoths and Leviathans, who thus<br /> +Most wickedly conspire.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Come, Uriel, squire!</span><br /> +Haste speedily and bring the lightnings here;<br /> +Also my armor, helm, and shield. Then bring <span class="linenum">70</span><br /> +God's banner on, and blow the trumpet bold.<br /> +To arms! at once, to arms! ye Thrones and Powers,<br /> +Who, true and faithful, are with us arrayed.<br /> +Ye legions, on! each in his place. The Heavens<br /> +Have given command. Now blow the trumpet bold<br /> +And beat the hollow drum, and summon here,<br /> +In haste, the countless cohorts of the armed,<br /> +Blow, then! My armor, I put on; for here<br /> +God's honor is concerned. There's no retreat.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +This armor fits thy form as if 'twere made <span class="linenum">80</span><br /> +With thee. Behold! our glorious banner comes,<br /> +From which God's name and ensign grandly beam,<br /> +While yon high sun doth promise thee success.<br /> +Here come the chiefs, to greet thee as the head<br /> +Of the celestial legions that have sworn<br /> +God's standard to uphold. Take courage, then,<br /> +Prince Michael, thou shalt battle for thy God.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Aye! aye! Keep thou my place on high. We go.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thy march we'll follow with our thoughts and prayers.<br /> +<br /> +LUCIFER. BELZEBUB. LUCIFERIANS.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +How holds our army? How is it inclined? <span class="linenum">90</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +The army longs, prepared, 'neath thy command,<br /> +To plunge at once against Michael's armament.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +'Tis true; each waits for Lucifer's command<br /> +To haste at once, with speedy wings and arms,<br /> +To steal away from our great enemy<br /> +His air and wind, and, as he lies confused<br /> +In helpless swoon, to chain him forcibly.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +How many strong our host? Wherein our strength?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +That grows apace and sweeps on toward us with<br /> +A rush and roar from every firmament, <span class="linenum">100</span><br /> +Like a vast sea aglow with radiant lights.<br /> +Indeed, a third part of the Heavens embrace<br /> +Our side, if not the half; for Michael's tide.<br /> +On every hand, each moment swiftly ebbs.<br /> +The half, even of the watch and of the chiefs<br /> +That round the palace guard—of every rank.<br /> +Of every Hierarchy some—have forsworn<br /> +Their lord. Prince Michael, even as we. Behold<br /> +Archangels, Cherubim, and Seraphim<br /> +Our standards bearing. Even Paradise, <span class="linenum">110</span><br /> +Made mournful by the sounds of woe, grows dim<br /> +In hue, and its bright verdure fades. Wherever<br /> +The eye doth look, there seem signs of decay;<br /> +And up above a threatening thunder-cloud<br /> +Doth seem to hang. This portent bodes our bliss.<br /> +We need but to begin. Already doth<br /> +The crown of Heaven rest upon thy brow.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +That sound doth please me more than Gabriel's trump.<br /> +Attend and listen, ye, beneath this throne;<br /> +Attend, ye chiefs; attend, ye valiant knights, <span class="linenum">120</span><br /> +And hear our charge, in words both clear and brief.<br /> +Ye know how far in our revengeful course,<br /> +Against the Ruler of the palaces<br /> +Supreme, we have advanced: so that it were<br /> +For us but folly to retreat with hope<br /> +Of reconciliation; how none dares<br /> +To think to purify, through mercy, this<br /> +Our stain indelible: necessity<br /> +Must therefore be our law, a stronghold sure.<br /> +From which there is no wavering nor retreat. <span class="linenum">130</span><br /> +Defend ye then, ne'er looking back, with all<br /> +Your might, this standard and my star: in brief<br /> +The free-created state all Angels own.<br /> +Let things proceed howe'er they will, press on<br /> +With heart undaunted and with cheerfulness.<br /> +Not even the Omnipotence on high hath power<br /> +Completely to annihilate the being<br /> +That ye have once, for all eternity.<br /> +Received. In case ye fiercely shall attack<br /> +With your whole force, and pierce with violence <span class="linenum">140</span><br /> +The heart of your great foe, and chance to win:<br /> +So shall the hated tyranny of Heaven<br /> +Into a state of freedom then be changed,<br /> +And Adam's son and seed, crowned us above<br /> +In honor, with a retinue of Earth<br /> +Around, shall not then chain your necks unto<br /> +The fetters of a slavish bondage that<br /> +Would make you sweat for him and pant beneath<br /> +The brazen yoke of servitude forever.<br /> +If now ye own me as the head and chief <span class="linenum">150</span><br /> +Of your free state, even as just now ye swore<br /> +With one full voice beneath this standard bright,<br /> +So raise that binding oath again together,<br /> +That we may hear; and swear allegiance<br /> +And loyalty unto our morning-star,<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Luciferians:</span><br /> +<br /> +We swear alike by God and Lucifer.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Belzebub:</span><br /> +<br /> +But see how Rafael with the branch of peace,<br /> +Astounded and compassionate, flies down<br /> +To clasp thy neck, with hope of peace and truce.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +RAFAEL. LUCIFER.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh! Stadtholder. Voice of the Power Divine, <span class="linenum">160</span><br /> +What thus hath driven thee beyond the path<br /> +Of duty? Wouldst thou now thyself oppose<br /> +To Him, the source of all thy pomp? Wouldst thou<br /> +Now rashly waver, and thus change thy faith?<br /> +I hope this ne'er shall be. Alas! I faint<br /> +With grief, and hang upon thy neck oppressed<br /> +And wan.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Most righteous Rafael!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">O my joy.</span><br /> +My longing, hear me now, I pray.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">Speak on.</span><br /> +So long it pleaseth thee.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">O Lucifer,</span><br /> +Be merciful! Oh I save thyself; nor bear <span class="linenum">170</span><br /> +Thy weapons thus 'gainst me, who sadly melt<br /> +In tears, and pine in sorrow for thy sake.<br /> +I come with medicine and mercy's balm,<br /> +Sprung from the bosom of the Deity,<br /> +"Who, as within His Council He decreed,<br /> +Hath made thee chief of myriad crowned Powers,<br /> +And thee, anointed, placed upon thy throne<br /> +As Stadtholder. What folly this, that thus<br /> +Deprives thee of thy wit? God hath His seal<br /> +And image stamped upon thy hallowed head <span class="linenum">180</span><br /> +And forehead, where all beauty seemed outpoured,<br /> +With wisdom and benevolence and all<br /> +That flows in streams unbounded from the fount<br /> +Of every precious thing. In Paradise,<br /> +Before the countenance of God's own sun,<br /> +Thou shon'st from clouds of dew and roses fresh;<br /> +Thy festal robes stood stiff with pearl, turquoise.<br /> +And diamond, ruby, emerald, and fine gold;<br /> +'Twas thy right hand the weightiest sceptre held;<br /> +And as soon as thou didst mount into the light, <span class="linenum">190</span><br /> +Throughout the blazing firmament and through<br /> +These shining vaults the sounds began to roll<br /> +Of trumpet and of drum. And wouldst thou now<br /> +So rashly hurl thyself from thy great throne?<br /> +—Thus jeopardize thy glory, all this pomp?<br /> +Wouldst thou thy splendors that the Heavens adorn<br /> +And that obscure our glow so heedlessly<br /> +Now cause to change into a shapeless lump<br /> +And complication of all beasts and monsters<br /> +In one, with claw of griffin, dragon's head, <span class="linenum">200</span><br /> +And other horrors terrible? And shall<br /> +The eyes of Heaven, the stars, see thee so low,<br /> +Deprived of all thy power, thy honor, worth,<br /> +And majesty, through perjuring thine oath?<br /> +Prevent it, O good God, whose countenance,<br /> +Amid the Blessed Light, I gaze upon,<br /> +Where we, the hallowed Seven, do Him serve,<br /> +Before His Throne, and shake and tremble 'neath<br /> +That Majesty that on our forehead beams,<br /> +That quickens, and that life doth give to all <span class="linenum">210</span><br /> +That live and breathe. Lord Stadtholder, let now<br /> +My prayers affect thy heart. Thou know'st my pure<br /> +Intent, and heart distressed for thee. Tear off<br /> +That shining crest so proud, that armor toss<br /> +Aside. The battle-axe cast from this hand,<br /> +Thy shield then from the other: nay, not thus,<br /> +Not higher. Oh! throw it now aside. I pray.<br /> +Oh! cast it down. Let fall thy streaming standard<br /> +Of thine own free will, also thine outstretched wings,<br /> +Before God and His splendor, ere He shall <span class="linenum">220</span><br /> +From cut His Throne, the highest firmament<br /> +O honor, swoop to grind thee into dust:<br /> +Yea, so that of the race of Spirits, nor branch<br /> +Nor root, nor life nor even memory,<br /> +Remain; unless it be a state of woe,<br /> +Of pain, of death and of despair, the worm<br /> +Endless remorse, and a gnashing dire of teeth<br /> +Should bear the name of life. Submit thou, then.<br /> +Cease this attempt. I offer thee God's grace,<br /> +Even with this olive-branch. Accept, or else <span class="linenum">230</span><br /> +'Twill be too late.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">Lord Rafael, I nor threat</span><br /> +Nor wrath deserve. My heroes both by God<br /> +And Lucifer have sworn, and under oaths<br /> +To Heaven have raised this standard thus aloft.<br /> +Let rumors, therefore, far and wide be spread<br /> +Throughout the Heavens: I battle under God<br /> +For the defence of these His choristers,<br /> +And for the Charter and the Rights which were<br /> +Their lawful heritage ere Adam saw<br /> +The rising sun: yea, ere o'er Paradise <span class="linenum">240</span><br /> +The daylight shone. No human power, no yoke<br /> +Of man, shall plague the necks of Spirits, nor shall<br /> +The Angel world, like any servile slave,<br /> +Support the throne of Adam with its neck,<br /> +Unfettered now, unless in some abyss<br /> +The Heavens shall bury us, together with<br /> +The sceptres, crowns, and splendors that to us<br /> +The Godhead from His bosom gave, for time<br /> +And for eternity! Let burst what will,<br /> +I shall maintain the holy Right, compelled <span class="linenum">250</span><br /> +By high necessity, thus urged at length,<br /> +Though much against my will, by the complaints<br /> +And mournful groans of myriad tongues. Go hence,<br /> +This message bear unto the Father, whom<br /> +I serve, and under whom I thus unfurl<br /> +This warlike standard for our Fatherland.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +O Stadtholder, why thus disguise thy thoughts<br /> +Before the all-seeing Eye? Thy purpose thou<br /> +Canst not conceal. The rays flashed from His face<br /> +Lay bare the darkness, the ambition that <span class="linenum">260</span><br /> +Thy pregnant spirit reveals in all its shape.<br /> +And lo! even now its travail hath begun<br /> +This monster to bring forth. Where shall I hide<br /> +Me in my fright? How rise my hairs with fear!<br /> +Thou erring Morning-star, oh! spare thyself!<br /> +Thou canst not satisfy Omniscience<br /> +With such deceit.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Ambition? Say me, then,</span><br /> +Where hath my duty suffered through neglect?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +What hast thou in thy heart of hearts resolved!—<br /> +shall mount up from here beneath, through all <span class="linenum">270</span><br /> +The clouds, aye, even above God's galaxies,<br /> +Into the top of Heaven, like unto God<br /> +Himself; nor shall the beams of mercy fall<br /> +On any Power, unless before my seat<br /> +It kneel in homage down! No majesty<br /> +Shall sceptre dare, nor crown, unless I shall<br /> +First grant it leave out of my towering throne!"<br /> +Oh! hide thy face. Fall down and fold thy wings.<br /> +Have care to know a higher Power above.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<a name="ill12"></a> +<img src="images/ill12_rafael_lucifer.jpg" width="350" alt=""Thou erring Morning-star, oh! spare thyself."" title="" /> +"Thou erring Morning-star, oh! spare thyself." +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +How now? Am I not then God's Stadtholder? <span class="linenum">280</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +That art thou, and from the unbounded Realm<br /> +Thou didst receive a power determinate.<br /> +Thou rulest in His name.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Alas! how long?</span><br /> +Until Prince Adam shall make us ashamed:<br /> +When he, placed o'er the Angel world, shall from<br /> +The bounteous bosom of the Deity<br /> +His crown receive, and take his seat by God.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Even though the sovran Lord should thus divide<br /> +His power with His inferiors; though He should<br /> +Command that man upon his head shall place <span class="linenum">290</span><br /> +The brightest crown; him consecrate the Chief<br /> +Of Spirits, o'er all that crown or sceptre bear.<br /> +Or e'er shall bear: learn thou submissively<br /> +To bow 'neath God's decree.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">That is the stone</span><br /> +Whereon this battle-axe shall whet its edge.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thou'lt whet it rashly for thine own proud neck.<br /> +Think where we are. The Heavens can bear no stain<br /> +Of pride, hate, envy, or malevolence.<br /> +The wrath of Deity doth threaten soon<br /> +To wipe this blot away. Here not avails <span class="linenum">300</span><br /> +Dissembling. Oh! that I this blasphemy<br /> +Could hide from the all-seeing Sun and from<br /> +The all-penetrating Eye. O Lucifer,<br /> +Where is thy glory now?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">My glory was</span><br /> +Long since to Adam given, and to his seed.<br /> +I am no longer called the eldest heir,<br /> +The son first consecrate.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Prince Lucifer,</span><br /> +Oh! spare thyself: submit unto the wish<br /> +Of the Most High. Oh! deem us worthy now<br /> +To bear such joyful tidings up above. <span class="linenum">310</span><br /> +Each waits with longing eyes for my return.<br /> +Before thy splendor I most humbly kneel.<br /> +Oh! for the sake of God, beware lest thou<br /> +Encouragement shalt give to mutiny,<br /> +That on thy will and word doth henceforth turn,<br /> +As on its axis. Wouldst thou thus, against<br /> +The courts of Heaven, this air so full of peace<br /> +And holiness, for the first time disturb<br /> +By the clash of countless warring myriads?—<br /> +Thus to the sound of trump and drum unfurl <span class="linenum">320</span><br /> +These battle-banners bold?—Thyself to God<br /> +The matchless wrestler thus oppose?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">'Tis we</span><br /> +That are opposed. Were unto Adam's race<br /> +But given a rank and throne, even similar<br /> +To that the Angels own, 'twere to be borne.<br /> +Now fly, instead, o'er all the roofs of Heaven<br /> +The sparks blown from this burning in the skies.<br /> +Peace! Angels all, and reverentially<br /> +Your homage bring, for all that you possess,<br /> +To Adam and his seed. To strive 'gainst man <span class="linenum">330</span><br /> +Is the Godhead to oppose! Oh! how could God,<br /> +Within His heart, so low, so deep degrade<br /> +Him whom He for the mightiest sceptre formed:<br /> +A worthiness once sanctified to rule,<br /> +So sadly thus abase for one so low,<br /> +And thus disrobe of all its splendid pomp,<br /> +And cause it thus to curse the glorious dawn<br /> +Of its ascent—to wish far rather that<br /> +It had remained a shadow without hue,<br /> +A nothing without life? For not to be <span class="linenum">340</span><br /> +Is better thousand times than such a fall.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +A vassal's power is no inheritance:<br /> +It stands free and apart.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">This power is then</span><br /> +No boon, if power it may be called.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Thy place</span><br /> +Maintain: or hast thou then forgot thy charge?<br /> +Thy place, as Stadtholder, to thee was given<br /> +That in thy wisdom thou mightst keep all things<br /> +In peace and order here. And dost thou now.<br /> +The perjured chief of blind conspirators.<br /> +Put on this coat of mail to fight thy God? <span class="linenum">350</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Necessity and self-defence compelled<br /> +These arms; nor wished we to engage with God.<br /> +Reason would speak, even though our arms were dumb.<br /> +We fight in Freedom's cause, denied this bliss?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +No bliss is glorious, where in one realm<br /> +The embattled squadrons of the state must fight<br /> +Against their peers. Most pitiful it is,<br /> +When brothers of the selfsame order must,<br /> +At last, even by their brothers be o'ercome.<br /> +Oh! Stadtholder, for our sake, and for fear <span class="linenum">360</span><br /> +Of God and of His threatened punishment,<br /> +Send hence thy gathered legions, send them hence.<br /> +Oh! melt, I pray, beneath my prayers. I hear,<br /> +'Tis terrible! the chains a-forging now,<br /> +That thee shall drag, when vanquished and bound,<br /> +In triumph through the skies. And hark! I hear<br /> +A din, and see the hosts of Michael draw<br /> +With nearing tread. 'Tis time, yea, 'tis high time,<br /> +Thou cease this mad attempt.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">What profits it</span><br /> +Even though unto the utmost I repent? <span class="linenum">370</span><br /> +Here is no hope of grace.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">But I assure</span><br /> +Thee mercy; for I now appoint myself<br /> +Thy mediator up above and as<br /> +Thy hostage there.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">My star to plunge in shame</span><br /> +And darkness: yea, to see my enemies<br /> +Defiant on my throne?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">O Lucifer,</span><br /> +Beware! I see the lake of brimstone down<br /> +Below, with opened mouth, gape horribly.<br /> +Shalt thou, the fairest far of all things ever<br /> +By God created, henceforth serve as food <span class="linenum">380</span><br /> +For the devouring bowels of Hell's abyss—<br /> +Flames never satisfied nor quenched? May God<br /> +Forbid! Oh! oh! yield to our prayers. Receive<br /> +This branch of peace: we offer thee God's grace.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +What creature else so wretched is as I?<br /> +On the one side flicker feeble rays of hope,<br /> +While on the other yawns a flaming horror.<br /> +A triumph is most dubious; defeat<br /> +Most hard to shun. In such uncertainty,<br /> +God and His banner to oppose?—the first <span class="linenum">390</span><br /> +To be a standard to unfurl 'gainst God,<br /> +His trump celestial and revealed command?<br /> +—Of rebels thus to make myself the chief,<br /> +And 'gainst the law of Heaven another law<br /> +To oppose?—to fall into the dreadful curse<br /> +Of a most base ingratitude?—to wound<br /> +The mercy, love, and majesty of Him,<br /> +The Father bountiful, source of all good<br /> +That e'er was given or may yet be received?<br /> +How have I erred so far from duty's path? <span class="linenum">400</span><br /> +I have abjured my Maker: how can I<br /> +Before that Light disguise my blasphemy<br /> +And wickedness? Retreat availeth not.<br /> +Nay, I have gone too far. What remedy?<br /> +What best to do amid this hopelessness?<br /> +The time brooks no delay. One moment's time<br /> +Is not enough, if time it may be called,<br /> +This brevity 'twixt bliss and endless doom.<br /> +But 'tis too late. No cleansing for my stain<br /> +Is here. All hope is past. What remedy? <span class="linenum">410</span><br /> +Hark I there I hear God's trumpet blow without,<br /> +<br /> +APOLLION. LUCIFER. RAFAEL.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +Lord Stadtholder, awake! not now the time<br /> +For loitering. God's Marshal Michael nears,<br /> +With all his stars and legions, and defies<br /> +Thee in the open field. The time demands<br /> +That thou array for battle. Come, advance!<br /> +Advance with us: we see the battle won.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Won? Ah! that is too soon: 'tis not commenced.<br /> +The heavy bolt of war should not be weighed<br /> +Too lightly.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I saw even in Michael's face </span><span class="linenum">420</span><br /> +The hue of fright, while all his legions pale<br /> +Looked backwards. Ah! we long. O doubt it not,<br /> +To humble and destroy them. Lo! here come<br /> +The various chieftains with our streaming standard.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +Each in his rank! Let each his banner ward.<br /> +Now let the trump and bugle boldly blow.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Apollion:</span><br /> +<br /> +We wait upon thy word.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Lucifer:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Then follow on,</span><br /> +As I this signal give.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Alas! but now</span><br /> +He stood in doubt suspended: now, despair<br /> +Incites him on. In what calamities, <span class="linenum">430</span><br /> +Alas! shall soon the proud Archangel plunge<br /> +His followers? Now may he nevermore<br /> +In joy appear on high unless God shall<br /> +In His compassion this prevent. Oh! come,<br /> +Ye Heavenly choristers, and breathe your prayers.<br /> +It may be that your supplications, rising,<br /> +May yet avert this dire, impending blow:<br /> +Oft prayer can break a heart of adamant.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +CHORUS OF ANGELS. RAFAEL.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O Father, who no incense, gold,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or hymnal praise dost dearer hold</span> <span class="linenum">440</span><br /> +Than the tranquil trust and soul-reposing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Calmness of him who humbly heeds</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy word, and where Thy spirit leads</span><br /> +Doth leave himself in Thy disposing:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thou seest. O Author of us all,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our Spirit-Chief his banners tall</span><br /> +'Gainst Thee so wickedly unfurling;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And how, 'mid roar of trump and drum,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On battle-chariot he doth come,</span><br /> +So blind, and fierce defiance hurling! <span class="linenum">450</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ah! heed not their wild blasphemy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And save from endless misery</span><br /> +The thousand thousand ones deluded,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who, weak, and woefully misled</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By their proud and rebellious head,</span><br /> +Are 'mong his legions now included.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spare in Thy mercy, spare, ah! spare</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Stadtholder, who now would wear</span><br /> +Thy crown of crowns, who, deifying<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Himself, would triumph over all:</span> <span class="linenum">460</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From such foul stain, oh! where else shall</span><br /> +The cleansing come, him purifying?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh! suffer not that soul to die.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The fairest e'er seen by Thine eye</span><br /> +Oh I keep the Archangel e'er in Heaven;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Let him atone this impious deed.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And still retain his rank, we plead</span><br /> +Let not his guilt be unforgiven. <span class="linenum">468</span><br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h3><a name="Act_V" id="Act_V"></a>Act V.</h3> +<p class="lucifer"> +RAFAEL. URIEL.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +The whole of Heaven, from base to topmost crown<br /> +Of her chief palaces, resounds with joy,<br /> +As Michael's trumpets blow and banners wave.<br /> +The field is won. Our shields shine splendidly,<br /> +Shaping new suns. From every shield-sun streams<br /> +A day triumphant forth. Lo! from the fight,<br /> +See, Uriel proud, the armor-bearer, comes;<br /> +And waves the flaming, keen, two-edged sword,<br /> +That, whet with Heaven's wrath and vengeance, flashed,<br /> +Amid the fray, through shield and mail and helm <span class="linenum">10</span><br /> +Of diamond, left and right, through all that dared<br /> +Oppose the all-piercing Power, Omnipotence.<br /> +O armor-bearer, most austere, who art<br /> +The executioner on high, and dost<br /> +With one strong, righteous stroke compose the Wrong<br /> +That would rebel against eternal Right,<br /> +Blest be thy sword and arm, that thus maintain<br /> +And guard the honor of our Angel Realm.<br /> +What praise reserved for thee by Majesty<br /> +Supreme! Oh! pray relate to us the strife: <span class="linenum">20</span><br /> +Unfold to us the management of this,<br /> +The first campaign in Heaven. We listen, then,<br /> +In expectation rapt.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Your wish inflames</span><br /> +My spirit to begin, this fearful fray<br /> +In calmness to describe, with sequence just,<br /> +Success the army crowns that fights with God.<br /> +The Field-marshal, great Michael (being warned<br /> +By the envoy of Heaven, who from above<br /> +Flew downward, downward swifter than a star<br /> +That shoots athwart the sky, with the tidings how, <span class="linenum">30</span><br /> +Against the high decree proud Lucifer<br /> +Himself so openly opposed, prepared<br /> +To lead his incense-swinging worshippers—<br /> +All who his standard and his morning-star<br /> +Had sworn their bold allegiance), quickly donned,<br /> +At Gabriel's report—that Herald true—<br /> +His scaly coat of mail, and with firm voice<br /> +He forthwith then gave charge to all his chiefs,<br /> +His captains, lords, and officers to place,<br /> +In the name of God, the troops in battle rank, <span class="linenum">40</span><br /> +That, with united forces and with all<br /> +Their strength, they might sweep from the airy vast<br /> +Of purest crystalline this perjured scum:<br /> +To cast in darkness all those Spirits vile,<br /> +Ere unawares they us surprise. Upon<br /> +This charge the legions rapidly deployed<br /> +Themselves in battle-line, as speedily<br /> +As flies the nimble arrow from the bow.<br /> +We saw there countless throngs together swarm<br /> +In bright array and glowing martial pomp, <span class="linenum">50</span><br /> +Until they formed, in serried rank, one firm<br /> +Trilateral host that, like a triangle,<br /> +Thrust out its edges sharp upon the eye.<br /> +We saw a solid mass, like one dense light,<br /> +Three-pointed, polished mirror-smooth, even like<br /> +To diamond, and a battle-front advance<br /> +By God more than by Spirit understood.<br /> +The Field-marshal towered in the army's heart,<br /> +Full-faced before God's banner, with the glow<br /> +Of lurid lightnings in his lifted hand. <span class="linenum">60</span><br /> +Who courage would preserve.—would victory<br /> +And triumph e'er attain.—should first have care<br /> +To make sure of and then to gain the heart.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +But where the host accursed that us would storm?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +It came into the field of daring full<br /> +With all its primal faith, obedience,<br /> +Honor, and oath, and what besides, forgot<br /> +In this base and presumptuous attempt<br /> +'Gainst God, despite our prayers. It swiftly waxed.<br /> +And pointed like a crescent moon its ends. <span class="linenum">70</span><br /> +It sharpened both its points, and these, even like<br /> +Two horns, closed in upon us, as amid<br /> +The Zodiac the Bull doth threaten with<br /> +His golden horns the other animals<br /> +Celestial and the monsters that revolve<br /> +Around. Upon the right horn there advanced<br /> +Prince Belzebub, whose purpose was to clip<br /> +Our spreading wings, and also to keep guard.<br /> +The left horn to Prince Belial was assigned.<br /> +Thus both stood there in shining panoply, <span class="linenum">80</span><br /> +Vying in splendors grand. The Stadtholder,<br /> +Now Field-marshal 'gainst God, the centre held<br /> +Of this array, that he might guard the key,—<br /> +The point strategic of the legions there.<br /> +The lofty standard, from whose morning-star<br /> +The day did seem to stream, Apollion<br /> +Behind him bore, as bravely as he could,<br /> +In his full glory seated high to view.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas! what dares—what dares the great Archangel<br /> +Attempt? Oh! if I only could in time <span class="linenum">90</span><br /> +Have brought him to desist. However, now<br /> +Describe to me the aspect of their march,<br /> +And with what show the Prince his legions led.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Surrounded by his staff and retinue<br /> +In green, he, wickedly impelled by hate<br /> +Irreconcilable, in golden mail,<br /> +That brightly shone upon his martial vest<br /> +Of glowing purple, mounted then his car,<br /> +Whose golden wheels with rubies were emblazed.<br /> +The lion and the dragon fell, prepared <span class="linenum">100</span><br /> +For speedy flight, with backs sown full of stars<br /> +And to the chariot joined by pearly traces,<br /> +Panted for strife, and for destruction flamed.<br /> +Within his hand a battle-axe he bore,<br /> +And from his left arm hung a glimmering shield,<br /> +Wherein his morning-star was artfully<br /> +Embossed: thus stood he poised to venture all.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +O Lucifer, thou shalt this pride repent.<br /> +Thou phoenix 'mongst God's worshippers on high.<br /> +How grand thou dost appear amid thy legions, <span class="linenum">110</span><br /> +With helm, head, neck, and shoulders eminent!<br /> +How gloriously thine armor thee becomes,<br /> +As if by nature fitted to thy form!<br /> +Oh! Chief of Spirits, no farther go; turn back.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Confronted thus they stood embattled, troop<br /> +By troop, each in his air and station placed,<br /> +All ranked by files 'neath their respective chiefs,<br /> +Both sides arrayed with fairest pomp to view.<br /> +When furious drum and clarion trumpet sound,<br /> +Their medley resonance nerves every arm <span class="linenum">120</span><br /> +And sharpens every sword; and mounts on high<br /> +Into the firmament of the holy Light<br /> +Supreme, a din whereat a pregnant cloud<br /> +Of darts doth burst with pealing thunder-showers<br /> +Of fiery hail, a storm and tempest fierce,<br /> +That makes afraid the very Heaven and shakes<br /> +The pillars of its palaces. The stars<br /> +And spheres, perplexed, from their appointed paths<br /> +And orbits err, or on their circled watch<br /> +Bewildered stand, not knowing where to turn: <span class="linenum">130</span><br /> +Or East or West, or upwards or below.<br /> +All that is seen is lightning flash and flame;<br /> +All that is heard is thunder. What remains<br /> +In its primeval place? That which was once<br /> +The highest now becomes the thing most low.<br /> +The squadrons, when the deep-vibrating shock<br /> +Of their artillery's first volleyed roar<br /> +Has died away, now struggle hand to hand<br /> +With halberd, sabre, dagger, club, and spear.<br /> +All stab and slash, that can. All formed by nature <span class="linenum">140</span><br /> +For fell destruction and for greedy spoil<br /> +Now haste to strike the violating blow.<br /> +All thoughts of kin and brotherhood have ceased;<br /> +Nor knoweth any one his fellow more.<br /> +Above are whirling, like a cloud of dust,<br /> +Proud crests of pearl with curlèd locks of hair,<br /> +And plumes and wings refulgent with a gleam<br /> +Drawn from the singeing lightning's glow. Behold!<br /> +In rich confusion mingled, blue turquoise,<br /> +With gold and diamond, necklaces of pearl, <span class="linenum">150</span><br /> +And all that can adorn the hair or head.<br /> +Wings lopped in twain, and broken arrows, whirl<br /> +Athwart the sky. A horrid battle-cry<br /> +Rises from out the cohorts clad in green:<br /> +Their regiments, in danger, are compelled<br /> +By our hot onset to retreat. Three times<br /> +The maddened Lucifer the fight renews,<br /> +And proudly stays his faltering followers,<br /> +Even as a rock beats back the ocean surge<br /> +That, wave on wave, with foaming rage assails <span class="linenum">160</span><br /> +In vain attempt.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Indeed, 'tis something this:</span><br /> +To fight, armed by despair.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Then straightway caused</span><br /> +The valiant Michael all the trumps to sound:<br /> +"Glory to God!" His legions, thus made bold<br /> +By this their watchword, and by his command,<br /> +Begin by circling wheels to soar aloft,<br /> +To gain the wind-side of their battling foe,<br /> +Who also rises, but with heavier sail,<br /> +And finally to leeward slowly drifts:<br /> +As if one heavenward a falcon saw, <span class="linenum">170</span><br /> +Mounting with pinions bold into the sky.<br /> +Ere that the drowsing herons are aware.<br /> +Who in a wood, hard by a pleasant mead,<br /> +Tremble with fright, when from their lofty nest<br /> +They see their dreaded foe. The heron cries,<br /> +And, fearful of the falcon's direful claw,<br /> +Awaits him on his beak, thus to impale<br /> +His enemy's soft breast from there beneath,<br /> +When swoops the falcon with unerring wings<br /> +Upon his prey.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;">O Lucifer, for thee</span> <span class="linenum">180</span><br /> +What remedy? It seems most terrible!<br /> +Now art thou in the open field, where port<br /> +Nor wall defend. A horrid whirlwind soon<br /> +Shall suddenly swoop down and bury thee<br /> +Deep in some gulf and bottomless abyss.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +What fair perspective it was, thus to view<br /> +A hemisphere or crescent moon beneath,<br /> +And up above a point trilateral:<br /> +To see the legions, that upon the word<br /> +Of their commanding chiefs close in their ranks, <span class="linenum">190</span><br /> +Or them deploy, in their battalions stand<br /> +As firm as walls of iron, as if they,<br /> +With all their ordnance, dumb artillery,<br /> +And martial engines, there in equipoise<br /> +Were placed, full-weighted 'gainst the balanced air!<br /> +They hang suspended like a silent cloud,<br /> +A cloud whereon the sun doth pour his beams,<br /> +And which he paints with shade and varied hue<br /> +And airy rainbows. So then, steeply flown<br /> +Aloft, the bold celestial eagle sees <span class="linenum">200</span><br /> +God's foe, the hawk, circling his flight beneath.<br /> +He strikes his wings together valiantly;<br /> +But brooks awhile the hawk's wild wheeling there,<br /> +And vain defiance, while he flames ere long<br /> +To swoop upon his feathered back and pluck<br /> +His glossy plumes: when, in the aery vast,<br /> +"With curvèd beak and talons he shall seize<br /> +His prey, or drive it, with the wind behind,<br /> +Far from his eyes. Thus they precipitate<br /> +Themselves, and stream down from their place on high. <span class="linenum">210</span><br /> +Even like some inland lake, or waterfall.<br /> +In some far, Northern wild, that from the cliffs<br /> +Dashes with thundering resonance that frights<br /> +The beasts and monsters in deep-hidden dells;<br /> +Where from the precipice, rocks, loosened, fall,<br /> +With massive torrents and uprooted trees<br /> +In countless numbers, that in their fierce plunge<br /> +Crush and destroy all that the violence<br /> +Of stream and stone and wood cannot withstand.<br /> +The point of the advancing column strikes <span class="linenum">220</span><br /> +The crescent's centre with assault most fell<br /> +Of brimstone, red and blue, and flames, with stroke<br /> +On stroke and quick-succeeding thunderbolts<br /> +A piercing cry ascends. Their army's heart,<br /> +Endangered, now begins, by slow degrees,<br /> +To fail support of the accursèd one.<br /> +The half-moon's bow, beneath the strain, begins<br /> +To crack and break (for the ends together curve);<br /> +So that they who the centre hold, must yield<br /> +Before that onset fierce, and flee, if soon <span class="linenum">230</span><br /> +Deliverance be not brought from their distress.<br /> +Prince Lucifer, swift-driven here and there,<br /> +Approaches at this cry, and fearlessly<br /> +Himself exposes on his car, to show<br /> +His valor in this crisis dire. This gives<br /> +New heart unto the faltering ones. Then, from<br /> +The foaming bit of his now furious team.<br /> +He wards the feilest blows and fiercest strokes.<br /> +The lion and the dragon blue, enraged,<br /> +Leap forward at his word with fearful strides: <span class="linenum">240</span><br /> +One bellows, bites, and rends, while poison shoots<br /> +Out from the other's forkèd tongue, who thus<br /> +A pest provokes, and, raving, fills the air<br /> +With smoke blown from his nostrils far and wide.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Now will the burning strike him from on high?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +He waves his battle-axe aloft to fell<br /> +God's banner, that, descending, darts the beams<br /> +And fairer radiance of God's name into<br /> +His glowing face. Oh! think what envy then<br /> +Him filled, to see this portent on our side. <span class="linenum">250</span><br /> +With battle-axe in hand, now here, now there,<br /> +He parries every stroke, or breaks their force<br /> +Upon his shield, till Michael comes before<br /> +Him, clad in glittering armor, like a God<br /> +Amid a ring of suns: "Cease, Lucifer;<br /> +Give God the victory. Lay down your arms<br /> +And standard; yield to God. Come, lead away<br /> +This wicked crew, this impious horde. Or else,<br /> +Beware thy head!" Thus shouts he from on high.<br /> +The Grand Foe of God's name, stiff-necked, unmoved, <span class="linenum">260</span><br /> +And more defiant at these words, renews<br /> +The fight with haste precipitate, and thrice<br /> +With war-axe strives to cleave the diamond shield<br /> +Where glowed God's holy name. But who provokes<br /> +The Deity shall feel His wrath. The axe<br /> +The holy diamond strikes, but lo! rebounds,<br /> +And shivers into fragments. Then aloft<br /> +His right hand Michael lifts, and through the helm<br /> +And head of that rebellious one he smites,<br /> +Helped by the great Omnipotent, his lightnings, <span class="linenum">270</span><br /> +Cleaving unto his eyes with violence<br /> +So great that he falls backward, and is hurled<br /> +Down from his chariot, that forthwith follows<br /> +Him, whirling round and round in its descent;<br /> +Thus lion, dragon, driver, all plunge down.<br /> +The standard of the Star doth cease to shine,<br /> +When feels Apollion my flaming sword.<br /> +Whereon his banner, straightway, he doth leave<br /> +As plunder in my hands; while in fierce swarms<br /> +Tumultuous their warring myriads <span class="linenum">280</span><br /> +Attempt, in vain, to stay the falling Chief<br /> +Of all the hosts infernal, and to save<br /> +Him from this fate and great calamity.<br /> +Here fights Prince Belzebub, and there opposed<br /> +Stands Belial. Thus their squadrons are confused:<br /> +And with the Stadtholder's important fall<br /> +The crescent's bow soon into shivers breaks.<br /> +Then comes Apollion into the field,<br /> +With all the monsters from the firmament.<br /> +The giant Orion shrieks, until the sound <span class="linenum">290</span><br /> +The very air makes faint; then with his club<br /> +He strives to crush the head of our assault,<br /> +That, heedless of Orion or his club,<br /> +Moves grandly on. The Northern Bears rear back<br /> +Upon their haunches, that their brutish strength<br /> +May blindly us oppose. The Hydra gapes<br /> +With fifty throats, that vomit poison forth.<br /> +I view a gallery of battle-scenes,<br /> +All happening in the fray, as far as eye<br /> +Can see.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;"> +<a name="ill13"></a> +<img src="images/ill13_battle_in_heavens.jpg" width="420" alt=""Thus lion, dragon, driver, all plunge down."" title="" /> +"Thus lion, dragon, driver, all plunge down." +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Praise be to God! Upon your knees</span> <span class="linenum">300</span><br /> +Fall down and worship Him! O Lucifer,<br /> +Ah! where now is that fickle confidence?<br /> +In what strange shape shall I, alas! behold<br /> +Thee soon? Where now are thy proud splendors, that<br /> +All other pomp so easily outshone?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Even as bright day to gloomy night is changed,<br /> +Whene'er the sun forgets his golden glow,<br /> +So in his downward fall his beauty turned<br /> +To something monstrous and most horrible:<br /> +Into a brutish snout his face, that shone <span class="linenum">310</span><br /> +So glorious; his teeth into large fangs,<br /> +Sharpened for gnawing steel; his hands and feet<br /> +Into four various claws; into a hide<br /> +Of black that shining skin of pearl; while from<br /> +His bristled back two dragon wings did sprout.<br /> +Alas! the proud Archangel, whom but now<br /> +All Angels honored here, hath changed his shape<br /> +into a hideous medley of seven beasts,<br /> +As outwardly appears: A lion proud;<br /> +A greedy, gluttonous swine; a slothful ass; <span class="linenum">320</span><br /> +A fierce rhinoceros, with rage inflamed;<br /> +An ape, in every part obscene and vile,<br /> +By nature lewd and most lascivious;<br /> +A dragon, full of envy; and a wolf<br /> +Of sordid avarice. His beauteous form<br /> +Is now a monster execrable, by God<br /> +And Spirit and man e'er to be cursed. That beast<br /> +Doth shrink to view its own deformity,<br /> +And veils with darkling mists its Gorgon face.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Rafael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus shall Ambition learn how vain to tilt <span class="linenum">330</span><br /> +For God's own crown. Where stayed Apollion?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Uriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +He saw his tide ebb when his star declined,<br /> +And fled: so fled they all. Then, from above,<br /> +The celestial ordnance pours forth shot on shot,<br /> +With lightning flash and rolling thunders loud,<br /> +Causing the monsters that into the light<br /> +Have crawled to swell the rout; and pleased are all.<br /> +With God's array, to aid in such pursuit!<br /> +O! what a whirl of storms in one resolved!<br /> +And what a noisy tumult rises round! <span class="linenum">340</span><br /> +What floods sweep by! Our legions, blessed by God,<br /> +Advance, and strike and crush whatever they meet.<br /> +What cries of pain now burst forth everywhere,<br /> +As from the fleeing hordes one hears, amid<br /> +This wild confusion and this change of form<br /> +In limbs and shapes, their roars and bellowings.<br /> +Some yell, and others howl. What fearful frowns<br /> +Those Angel faces wear, the mirrors dread<br /> +Of Hell's infernal horrors. Hark! I hear<br /> +Michael return, triumphant, to display, <span class="linenum">350</span><br /> +Here in the light, the spoil from Angels reft.<br /> +The choristers now greet him with their songs<br /> +Of praise, with sound of cymbal, pipe, and drum.<br /> +They come in front, and strew their laurel leaves<br /> +'Mid those celestial harmonies around.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +CHORUS OF ANGELS. MICHAEL.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hail! to the hero, hail!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Who the wicked did assail;</span><br /> +And in the fight, o'er his might and his standard.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Triumphant did prevail.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Who strove for God's own crown,</span> <span class="linenum">360</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">From his high and splendid throne,</span><br /> +Into night, with his might, hath been driven.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">How dazzling God's renown!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Though flames the tumult fell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The valiant Michael</span><br /> +With his hand the fierce brand can extinguish:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">All mutiny shall quell.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">God's banner he doth rear:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come, wreathe his brow austere.</span><br /> +Now, in peace, shall increase Heaven's Palace: <span class="linenum">370</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">No discord now we hear.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then to the Godhead raise.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In His deathless courts, your praise.</span><br /> +Glory bring to the King of all Kingdoms:<br /> +His deeds inspire our lays.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Praise be to God! The state of things above<br /> +Has changed. Our Grand Foe has met his defeat;<br /> +And in our hands he leaves his standard, helm,<br /> +And morning-star, and shield and banners bold.<br /> +Which spoil, gained in pursuit, even now doth hang, <span class="linenum">380</span><br /> +'Mid joys triumphant, honors, songs of praise,<br /> +And sounds of trump, on Heaven's axis bright,<br /> +The mirror clear of all rebelliousness,<br /> +Of all ambition that would rear its crest<br /> +'Gainst God, the stem immovable—grand fount,<br /> +Prime source, and Father of all things that are,<br /> +Which from His hand their nature did receive,<br /> +And various attributes. No more shall we<br /> +Behold the glow of Majesty Supreme<br /> +Dimmed by the damp of base ingratitude. <span class="linenum">390</span><br /> +There, deep beneath our sight and these high thrones,<br /> +They wander through the air and restlessly<br /> +Move to and fro, all blind and overcast<br /> +With shrouding clouds, and horribly deformed.<br /> +Thus is his fate, who would assail God's Throne.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus is his fate, who would assail God's Throne.<br /> +Thus is his fate, who would, through envy, man,<br /> +In God's own image made, deprive of light.<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +GABRIEL. MICHAEL. CHORUS.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas! alas! alas! how things have changed!<br /> +Why triumph here? Our triumph is in vain: <span class="linenum">400</span><br /> +Ah! vain display, these plundered flags and arms!<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +What hear I, Gabriel?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">Oh! Adam's fallen:</span><br /> +The father and the stem of all mankind,<br /> +Most pitiful and sad! brought to his fall<br /> +So soon. He is undone.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">That bursts even like</span><br /> +A sudden thunder-peal upon our ears.<br /> +Although I shudder, yet I long to hear<br /> +This overthrow described. Doth then the Chief<br /> +Accursed, also on Earth his warfare wage?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +The battle o'er, he called his scattered host <span class="linenum">410</span><br /> +Unto his side, though first his chieftains bold,<br /> +Who to each other turned abhorring gaze;<br /> +And then, to shun the swift, all-searching rays<br /> +Of the all-seeing Eye, he veiled them round<br /> +With gloomy mists, that formed a hollow cloud,<br /> +A dark, obscure, and gruesome lair of fog,<br /> +Where shone no light, where gleamed no glow of fire<br /> +Save what did shine from their own blazing eyes.<br /> +And in that dim, infernal consistory,<br /> +High-seated 'mid his Councillors of State, <span class="linenum">420</span><br /> +With bitter rage 'gainst God he thus began:<br /> +"Ye Powers, who for our righteous cause have borne,<br /> +With such fierce pride, this injury, 'tis time<br /> +To be revengèd for our wrongs: with hate<br /> +Irreconcilable and furious craft<br /> +The Heavens to persecute and circumvent<br /> +In their own chosen image, man, and him<br /> +To smother at his birth, in his ascent,<br /> +Ere that his sinews gain their promised strength<br /> +And ere he multiply. 'Tis my design, <span class="linenum">430</span><br /> +Both Adam and his seed now to corrupt.<br /> +I know how, through transgression of the law<br /> +Him first enjoined, to stain him with a blot<br /> +Indelible; so that he with his seed,<br /> +In soul and body poisoned, never shall<br /> +Usurp the throne from which ourselves were thrust:<br /> +Though it may be that some shall yet ascend<br /> +On high, a number small and slight; and these<br /> +Alone through thousand deaths and suffering<br /> +And labor shall attain the state and crown <span class="linenum">440</span><br /> +To us denied. Lo! miseries forthwith<br /> +Shall follow aft in Adam's wake, and spread,<br /> +From age to age, throughout the whole wide world.<br /> +Even Nature shall, attainted by this blow,<br /> +Almost decay, and wish again to turn<br /> +To chaos and its primal nothingness.<br /> +I see mankind, in God's own image made,<br /> +From God's similitude debased, estranged,<br /> +And tarnished, even in will and memory<br /> +And understanding, while the holy light <span class="linenum">450</span><br /> +Within created is obscured and dimmed:<br /> +Yea, all yet in their mother's anxious womb,<br /> +That wait with sorrow for their natal hour,<br /> +I now, forsooth, behold a helpless prey<br /> +To Death's relentless jaws. I shall exalt<br /> +My tyranny with e'er-increasing pride,<br /> +While you, my sons, I then shall see adored<br /> +As Deities, on altars and in fanes<br /> +Innumerable that tower to Heaven, where burns<br /> +The sacrificial victim, 'mid the smoke <span class="linenum">460</span><br /> +Of censers and the dazzling sheen of gold,<br /> +In praise most reverential. I see hosts<br /> +Of men, whose multitudes are even beyond<br /> +The power of tongue to name—yea, all that spring<br /> +From Adam's loins—for all eternity<br /> +Accursed by their deeds abominable,<br /> +Done in defiance of God's name. So dear<br /> +To Him the cost of triumph o'er my crown."<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Accursèd one, even yet to be so bold<br /> +In thy defiance 'gainst thy God! Ere long <span class="linenum">470</span><br /> +Thou shalt from us this blasphemy unlearn.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +Even thus spake Lucifer, and then he sent<br /> +Prince Belial down, that he forthwith might cause<br /> +Mankind to fall: who took upon himself<br /> +The form of that most cunning of all beasts,<br /> +The Serpent, type of wickedness itself,<br /> +That he might with a gloss of words adorn<br /> +His luring snares, which then those creatures pure<br /> +In guileless innocence even thus received,<br /> +As, swinging from the tempting bough of knowledge, <span class="linenum">480</span><br /> +That lone forbidden tree, he hung aloft:<br /> +"Hath God, upon the pain of death, with such<br /> +Severity and at so high a price,<br /> +Deprived you of the freedom of this fruit?<br /> +—The taste of even the choicest tree of all?<br /> +Nay, Eve, thou simple dove, indeed thou dost<br /> +Mistake. But once behold this apple, pray!<br /> +Aye! see how glows this radiant fruit with gold<br /> +And crimson mingled! An alluring feast!<br /> +Yea, daughter, nearer draw; no venom lurks up <span class="linenum">490</span><br /> +In this immortal leaf. How tempts this fruit!<br /> +Yea, pluck; yea, freely pluck: I promise thee<br /> +All light and knowledge. Come, why shouldst thou shrink<br /> +For fear of sin? Aye, taste, and thus become<br /> +Equal to God Himself in cognizance,<br /> +Honor and wisdom, truth and majesty:<br /> +Even though He much may wish thee to deny.<br /> +Thus must distinctions be discerned in things.<br /> +Their nature, entities, and qualities."<br /> +Forthwith begins the heart of the fair bride <span class="linenum">500</span><br /> +To burn and to enkindle, till she flames<br /> +To see the praised fruit, which first allures<br /> +The eye: the eye the mouth, that sighs to taste.<br /> +Desire doth urge the hand, all quivering,<br /> +To pluck. And thus she plucks, and tastes and eats<br /> +(Oh! how this shall afflict her progeny!)<br /> +With Adam, and as soon as then their eyes<br /> +Are opened and they see their nakedness,<br /> +They deck themselves with leaves—with leaves of fig,<br /> +Their shame, disgrace, and taint original— <span class="linenum">510</span><br /> +And in the trees and shadows hide themselves;<br /> +But hide in vain from the all-piercing Eye.<br /> +Then gradually the sky grows black. They see<br /> +The rainbow, as a warning messenger<br /> +And portent of God's plagues, stretched o'er the Heavens,<br /> +That weep, in mourning clad. Nor wringing hands,<br /> +Nor sad lament, nor cries avail the pair.<br /> +Alas! the lightnings gleam, with flash on flash,<br /> +And shaking thunders roll there, peal on peal.<br /> +And naught is heard but sighs, and naught is seen <span class="linenum">520</span><br /> +But fright and gloom. They even their shadows flee;<br /> +But ne'er can 'scape that dread heart-cankering worm,<br /> +The sting of conscience. Thus, with knees that knock<br /> +Together, step by step they stumble on,<br /> +Their faces ghastly pale, and eyes, o'er-brimmed<br /> +With tears, blind to the light. How spiritless,<br /> +They who but now their heads so proudly held!<br /> +The sound of rustling leaf or whispering brook,<br /> +The faintest noise, doth them confound; the while<br /> +A pregnant cloud descends, that bursts and bears, <span class="linenum">530</span><br /> +By slow degrees, a light and radiant glow,<br /> +Wherein the great Supreme appears in shape<br /> +Impressive, thundering with His Voice, that fells<br /> +Them to the earth.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> +<a name="ill14"></a> +<img src="images/ill14_first_parents.jpg" width="450" alt="—"Nor wringing hands, +Nor sad lament, nor cries avail the pair."" title="" /> +"Nor wringing hands,<br /> +Nor sad lament, nor cries avail the pair." +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Oh! oh! 'twere better far,</span><br /> +Had mankind ne'er been made. This teaches them<br /> +By such a juicy fruit to be beguiled.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +"O Adam," thunders God, "where art thou hid?"<br /> +"Forgive me. Lord; I flee thy countenance,<br /> +Naked and all ashamed." "Who taught thee thus,"<br /> +Asks God, "thy shame and nakedness to know? <span class="linenum">540</span><br /> +Didst dare profane thy lips with the forbidden<br /> +Fruit?" "Aye, my bride, my wife, alas! did tempt."<br /> +She says, "The wily Serpent hath deceived<br /> +Me with this lure." Thus each the charge denies<br /> +Of being the cause of their sad wretchedness.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Mercy! What penalty hangs o'er their crime?<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Gabriel:</span><br /> +<br /> +The woman, who hath Adam thus seduced,<br /> +God threatens with the pains of tears and travail,<br /> +And her subjection, and the man with care<br /> +And labor, sweat and arduous slavery; <span class="linenum">550</span><br /> +The soil, where man, at last, shall find his grave,<br /> +With noxious weeds and great calamities;<br /> +The Serpent, for the sly misuse thus made<br /> +Of his most subtle tongue, shall, o'er the ground,<br /> +Upon his belly creep, and live alone<br /> +On dust and earth. But as a comfort sure,<br /> +In such a misery, to poor mankind<br /> +God promises, in truth, out of the seed<br /> +And blood of the first woman, to raise up<br /> +The Strong One, who shall crush the Serpent's head, <span class="linenum">560</span><br /> +This Dragon vile, through deadly hate, by time<br /> +Nor yet eternity to be removed.<br /> +And though this raging monster make attempt<br /> +To bite His heel, yet shall the Hero win;<br /> +And from the strife shall come with honors crowned.<br /> +I come, in the name of Him, the Highest One,<br /> +To thee this sad disaster to reveal.<br /> +Forthwith all things in wonted order place,<br /> +Ere they, for us, shall further mischief brew.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="persona">Michael:</span><br /> +<br /> +Come, Uriel, armor-bearer, who dost guard <span class="linenum">570</span><br /> +The Right divine and punishest the Wrong:<br /> +Take up thy flaming sword: fly down below,<br /> +And drive the twain from Eden, who have dared<br /> +Transgress, so rash and blind, the primal law.<br /> +Go, guard the gate of the Paradise profaned,<br /> +And forcibly the exiles drive away<br /> +From this rare food, this tree, prolonging life.<br /> +Permit not that they pluck the immortal fruit,<br /> +Nor their abuse of heavenly gifts allow.<br /> +Thou art placed, as sentinel, the garden over, <span class="linenum">580</span><br /> +And o'er this tree. Then see that Adam shall<br /> +Be driven out, and that from morn to eve<br /> +He plough the field, and till the clayey ground<br /> +From which, the breath of God once fashioned him,<br /> +Ozias, to whose hand once God Himself<br /> +With honor did entrust the ponderous hammer<br /> +Of bright-hewn diamond made, also the chains<br /> +Of ruby and the clamps so sharp of teeth,<br /> +Go hence, and capture and securely bind<br /> +The host of the infernal animals, <span class="linenum">590</span><br /> +Also the lion and the dragon fell,<br /> +That furiously against our standards rage.<br /> +Sweep from the sky these hordes accursed, and bind<br /> +Them neck and claw, and chain them forcibly.<br /> +This key of the black bottomless abyss<br /> +And all its dungeons is unto your care,<br /> +Azarias, enjoined. Go hence, and lock<br /> +All that our power assail within those vaults.<br /> +Maceda, take this torch, to you this flame<br /> +Is given: go light the deep lake sulphurous. <span class="linenum">600</span><br /> +Down in the centre of the Earth, and there<br /> +Torment thou Lucifer, who hath brought forth<br /> +Such numerous horrors, in the eternal fire<br /> +Unquenchable, with chilling frosts commingled:<br /> +There Grief and Horror and Obduracy,<br /> +And Hunger, Thirst, and comfortless Despair,<br /> +The sting of Conscience, Wrath implacable,<br /> +The punishments given for this mad attempt,<br /> +Amid the smoke from God's deep glow concealed,<br /> +Bear witness to the blasting curse of Heaven, <span class="linenum">610</span><br /> +Passed on this Spirit impious, the while<br /> +Shall come the promised Seed, the Reconciler,<br /> +Who shall appease the blazing wrath of God,<br /> +And in His wondrous love to man restore<br /> +All that by Adam's trespass has been lost.<br /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> +<a name="ill15"></a> +<img src="images/ill15_rebels_in_hell.jpg" width="450" alt="—"The eternal fire +Unquenchable, with chilling frosts commingled."" title="" /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">—"The eternal fire</span><br /> +Unquenchable, with chilling frosts commingled." +</div> +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<p class="lucifer"> +<span class="persona">Chorus:</span><br /> +<br /> +Deliverer, who thus the Serpent's head<br /> +Shalt bruise, and who, at the appointed time,<br /> +Shalt fallen mankind cleanse from the foul taint<br /> +Original, from Adam's loins derived;<br /> +And who again, for frail Eve's offspring, shalt <span class="linenum">620</span><br /> +Ope here, on high, a fairer Paradise,<br /> +"We shall with longing tell the centuries<br /> +Till the year, day, and hour when shall appear<br /> +Thy promised Mercy, which its pristine bloom<br /> +To pining Nature shall restore, and place<br /> +Upon the throne whereout the Angels fell<br /> +The souls and bodies Thou hast glorified. <span class="linenum">627</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +</p> +<h4>The End.</h4> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="The_Critical_Cult" id="The_Critical_Cult"></a>The Critical Cult.</h3> + + +<p>"I consider your version of the Lucifer the most notable literary +achievement in American letters in the decade from 1890 to +1900."—Richard Watson Gilder.</p> + +<p>"It takes a master to translate a master, and the Lucifer of Leonard Van +Noppen is a re-creation of the original work; masterful, comprehensive +and in every sense a finished production. Full of poetic fire and the +magic of the fitting word, it has the imprint of creative genius in +every line and is weighted with the personality of a powerful and vivid +imagination."—Francis Grierson.</p> + +<p>"Leonard Charles Van Noppen, the translator of Vondel's Lucifer, is a +poet of extraordinary power and beauty."—Edwin Markham.</p> + +<p>Comparing the author with George Sterling, says Mr. Markham, in his +"California, the Wonderful." "In recent poetry only Mr. Leonard Van +Noppen's verse is kindred in lavish word-work and ornate architecture to +'The Wine of Wizardry.' Both men create their poesies with large +movement and breadth of treatment—with amplitude of sky and +prodigiousness of field, with wash of sunset and rainbow, with march of +stars."</p> + +<p>"I feel glad that any sparks of mine have served to enkindle the cassia, +nard and frankincense which so prodigally enrich your own altar. +Continue, now, to feed their flames with all those resources which the +translator of Vondel showed me so plainly that he possessed. Take up +your own creative work while in your prime, and in the end you will gain +more nobly won, though none more royally couched, tributes of speech +than those you offer me."—Edmund C. Stedman.</p> + +<p>"I congratulate you upon your success in the accomplishment of this very +interesting piece of work and hope that it will meet with that +recognition among scholars which it deserves. I think there is a large +culture for the writer."—Henry Van Dyke.</p> + +<p>"I received with much pleasure your Vondel's Lucifer, and as I read it, +I was much delighted. It is a pleasure to read the English version of +this work."—Josef Israels.</p> + +<p>"I am much indebted to you for the gift of your very handsome +translation of the 'Lucifer,' and I am not a little struck by the +evidence of literary ability spread over all parts of the volume. I hope +your spirited and scholarly enterprise may meet to the full with the +success it deserves."—Edmund Gosse.</p> + +<p>"Worthy the genius of Vondel."—Dr. Jan Ten Brink, Professor of +Literature, University of Leiden.</p> + +<p>"A beautiful book. It is almost like discovering a new Homer."—Nathan +Haskell Dole.</p> + +<p>"A grand yet exquisite work. It is no flattery to say that the issue of +this book is one of the most notable events of the age, yet is it not +better than praise of one's effort to feel its significance as a centre +of spreading thought and inquiry! To think that you are the first to +give Vondel's Lucifer to the English reading world!"—Mary Mapes Dodge.</p> + +<p>"I was reading your translation of Vondel last year, and I was very much +struck with the resemblance to Milton in form and spirit. The conception +of the mental attitude of the fallen angels is one which is certainly +very interesting from a psychological as well as a literary point of +view."—A. Lawrence Lowell.</p> + +<p>"The Lucifer has greatly interested me as a revelation of one at least +of the main sources from which Milton gained his ideas. Your preliminary +work to me seems to be admirable, and you have certainly rendered a real +service both to history and literature."—Andrew D. White.</p> + +<p>"I wish to thank you for your translation of Vondel's Lucifer. Shall I +confess it? It was long ago since I read that great poet, and your work +afforded me all the pleasure of an original. As for your splendid +chapter, 'Life and Times of Vondel,' and your thorough and searching +Lucifer's Interpretation, they cannot fail to awaken the keenest +interest in the English speaking literary world."—Baron Gevers, +Minister from the Netherlands to Washington.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Van Noppen is a man of great literary power, an authority in Dutch +literature and is achieving fame as a translator of the masterpieces of +the Dutch language."—Edwin A. Alderman.</p> + +<p>"Your book duly came to hand. I was delighted to see the extraordinary +attention it got in 'Literature,' and I congratulate you on the wide +interest it has awakened."—W.D. Howells.</p> + +<p>"Many thanks for your curious and interesting volume, my only chance of +making acquaintance with the Batavian author."—Andrew Lang.</p> + +<p>"I want to add my small words to the panegyric and tell you with what +intense interest and pleasure I have followed your astonishing success. +I say astonishing because I wonder how long it is since any one has been +able to stir up such keen and general interest over a classic written +long ago and in a foreign tongue? How long ago has it been since any +classic was so much talked of? When, pray, has a young man made such a +contribution to English letters and so interested thinking and scholarly +people?"—Willa Cather.</p> + +<p>"It has become a matter of literary tradition, in Holland and out of it, +that the choral drama of 'Lucifer' is the great masterpiece of Dutch +literature. * * * An era of translation was sure to set in, and it is a +matter of significance that its herald has even now appeared. The +translation into English of Vondel's 'Lucifer' is not only in and for +itself an event of more than ordinary importance in literary history, +but it cannot fail to waken among us a curiosity as to what else of +supreme value may be contained in Dutch literature."—William H. +Carpenter, Professor of Germanic Philology, Columbia University.</p> + +<p>"We heartily rejoice that Vondel's drama has been translated into +English by an American for Americans. Were this translation an inferior +one, or were it only mediocre, we should have no reason to be glad, but +in this case it is otherwise. Although no translation can entirely +compensate for the lack of the original it is, however, possible for the +original to be followed very closely. This is well shown by this +rendering, which to a high degree possesses the merit of accuracy, +while, at the same time, the spirit and the character of Vondel's +tragedy are felt, understood and interpreted in a remarkable manner. +Whoever is in a position, by the comparison of the translation with the +original, to form an individual opinion of Van Noppen's superb work, +will probably be convinced, even as I have been, that here an +extraordinarily difficult task has been magnificently done."—G. Kalff, +Professor of Dutch Literature, University of Utrecht.</p> + +<p>"This version of Vondel bridges the gap in the Miltonic +Criticism."—Francis B. Gummere.</p> + +<p>"Much Esteemed Sir and Friend:</p> + +<p>The distinguished octogenarian poet and author, Nicolaas Beets, of +Utrecht, Holland, wrote to Mr. Van Noppen as follows:</p> + +<p>'Much Esteemed Sir and Friend:</p> + +<p>* * * I have furthermore compared your translation in many a striking +passage with the original, which I always held in my hand. * * * +Whatever was attainable you not only tried to reach most earnestly, but +you have even most excellently succeeded in attaining. You have +absolutely understood and perfectly rendered the meaning, the action, +the spirit and the power of the sublime original. In splendid English +verse we read Vondel's soul. Whoever knows Vondel will admit this, and +whoever does not at present know him will learn to know and appreciate +him from your translation. * * * It is also very plain, from the essays +preceding the translation, that you have made a most thorough and +comprehensive study of Vondel and of his poetry in connection with the +entire field of the literature and history of his time. Though having +myself read, and even written, in prose as well as poetry, so much +concerning Vondel, I was often so impressed by criticisms and +observations in your essays that I felt impelled to revise and complete +my own conceptions."</p> + + +<p><a name="The_American_Press" id="The_American_Press"></a>The American Press.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Van Noppen has produced a text which, so far as mere suppleness and +naturalness go, might be taken for an original production, and his +editorial labors have been considerable."—New York Tribune.</p> + +<p>"There is reason enough for the publication in English of such a +classic as the Lucifer, and it is fortunate that the work could be so +artistically done."—Review of Reviews.</p> + +<p>"To compare the two poems—Milton's Paradise Lost and Vondel's +Lucifer—is as if one should contrast a great chorale by Bach or +Mendelssohn with a magnificent hymn-tune by Sir Arthur Sullivan or +William Henry Monk. The epic and the drama are both triumphs of skill. +Why make comparisons? Rather let the world rejoice in two such +possessions."—Philadelphia Record.</p> + +<p>"It is particularly fortunate that the first English rendering of the +great poem is so ably and conscientiously done. * * * Finally, the poem +is illustrated by fifteen drawings in black and white by the famous +Dutch artist, John Aarts, which are printed with the text."—The +Bookseller, Newsdealer and Stationer.</p> + +<p>"If only as a literary, or as a human document, shedding light upon the +methods of the greatest of English epic poets, Mr. Van Noppen's work +would be of infinite value to all students. But the book which he has +translated possesses, besides these adventitious claims to respect, a +supreme intrinsic value. It is a drama that is everywhere great, and in +passages sublime. * * * That the present translation is a good one he +who reads can discern. It is strong, nervous, and rhythmical. It is, +above all, good English, not a Teutonized hybrid."—New York Herald.</p> + +<p>Mr. Van Noppen's translation is spirited and dignified, and there is a +distinct lyric charm, which he has managed to preserve—a rare feat with +a translator."—Charleston News and Courier.</p> + +<p>"For the reader who desires merely the artistic comment of the pictures +that thoroughly illustrate this famous old poem we might add that Mr. +Aarts has caught the spirit—the pictorial beauty—of Lucifer as perhaps +no other artist of the day could have done. The man himself is a poet, +and he has translated into these drawings the majestic tragedy of +Lucifer even as Mr. Van Noppen has translated it into stately English +verse."—Brooklyn Citizen.</p> + +<p>"Literary societies, university extension circles, and reading clubs are +all here furnished with a fresh winter theme whose stages are already +plotted out for the worker."—Philadelphia Inquirer.</p> + +<p>"Vondel's Lucifer is one of the most important contributions ever made +to the catholic literature of the English-speaking world. * * * As a +specimen of book-making the volume is a model."—St. Louis Church +Progress.</p> + +<p>"We may consider Mr. Van Noppen's translation as a key that has unlocked +a literary treasure and put within our reach a classic of Teutonic +literature."—Detroit Free Press.</p> + +<p>"The English-speaking literary world is under great obligations to the +translator and publisher of this uniquely printed, illustrated, and +bound volume."—Richmond Dispatch.</p> + +<p>"The present rendering of Lucifer is by Leonard C. Van Noppen, who has +made a translation which will link his name with that of the master as +Edward Fitzgerald has bound his up with that of Omar Khayyam."—Buffalo +News.</p> + +<p>"A most meritorious translation of the Dutch poet's sublime tragedy, +with a great deal of critical and biographical matter in the +introductory sections."—Philadelphia Press.</p> + +<p>"This careful translation of the great masterpiece of Dutch literature +is one of the important books of the year."—Chicago Tribune.</p> + +<p>"As Lucifer is the greatest work of the Dutch poet's, the fine +translation and its elegant setting in the beautiful book is most +gratifying."—Chicago Inter-Ocean.</p> + +<p>"The translation is as literal as it can be made, and the sonorous +tongue of its original author is heard through it all"—Chicago +Times-Herald.</p> + +<p>"The translation is an earnest and faithful rendering of the poet's +ideas, and the verse is technically excellent; in fact, the translation +may bid for the exalted place of the original in many +libraries."—Times-Union, Albany.</p> + +<p>"The stately sweep of the original verse has not been lost in the +transference from one tongue to another. Mr. Van Noppen has, in addition +to his translation of the poem, furnished a sympathetic and interesting +memoir of the Life and Times of Vondel, and an elaborate, critical and +scholarly Interpretation of the Lucifer."—Brooklyn Times.</p> + +<p>"This delightfully printed book is a real work of art, and is a worthy +contribution to the history of literature."—Boston Globe.</p> + +<p>"Leonard Charles Van Noppen, the translator, has given to English +literature another great classic."—Dramatic Magazine, Chicago.</p> + +<p>"It is a very interesting event that we have Vondel's Lucifer in a +scholarly, an accurate, and an admirable rendering into +English."—Wilmington (N.C.) Messenger.</p> + +<p>"If we were asked to give our opinion of this version we should express +it in one word—'masterly.' The powers of expression and the richness of +Vondel's thought, together with the rhythmical beauty of the poem, have +been preserved in full. It is a masterpiece, and should have a place in +every library."—De Grondwet (Dutch paper), Holland, Mich.</p> + +<p>"In the essay on Vondel's Life and Times we have a singularly able and +deeply interesting account of the conditions under which Vondel +developed. * * * For the poem itself, like many more of the writings of +Vondel, it has been recognized as a classic. Nobody can read it and not +feel the sublimity of the inspiration that produced it."—San Francisco +Chronicle.</p> + +<p>"The whole thing is new and interesting—introduction, biography and +poem. It opens up Dutch literature, the society of the Eglantine, a +social field of poets and writers."—Baltimore Sun.</p> + +<p>"Translator, artist and publishers are to be highly commended for the +handsome and satisfactory manner in which they have combined to present +this celebrated Dutch classic to American readers."—New Orleans +Times-Democrat.</p> + +<p>"The translator is Leonard Charles Van Noppen, and he is a poet himself +in English. This intellectual and temperamental tendency enabled him to +make a literal rendering that is not only highly accurate, but that also +most admirably conserves the spirit of the original. The book is +beautifully illustrated by the Dutch artist, John Aarts. From Mr. Van +Noppen's interesting introductory essay on Vondel—a clear, +comprehensive, and convincing exposition, as admirable in style as it is +valuable in matter—we learn many interesting things concerning this old +poet, this unknown Titan, whom the ablest students of literature place +on the same plane with Milton, Dante, and Æschylus."—The Saturday +Evening Post, Philadelphia.</p> + +<p>"In almost every, if not in every individual particular, the book is a +model of what such a book should be. Intelligent and scholarly editing, +thoughtful consideration for all the several needs of students as well +as readers, liberal and judicious provision in the matter of +accessories, a cultivated and refined taste in decoration, and a true +feeling for typographical elegance in each respect of paper, type, +margins, edgings, illustrations and binding unite to give this volume a +character of genuine excellence and an aspect of chaste elegance such as +are not often seen in a single example. The total is a result of such +importance and value that we shall describe it item by item."—The +Literary World, Boston.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Van Noppen's introductory study of the Life and Times of Vondel is +masterly in knowledge of the whole literary atmosphere of the day, with +its grand galaxy of writers. * * * Therefore this book will serve +another purpose besides that of introducing Anglo-Saxon readers to the +beauties of Vondel's masterpiece: it will unfold to them as well the +history of Holland's great literary period in all its wealth and beauty. +In this translation of the drama itself, which is strictly faithful to +the original in spirit, he has succeeded in reproducing to a +considerable extent the virility, the majesty, of the original."—The +Critic,</p> + + +<p><a name="From_Signed_Reviews" id="From_Signed_Reviews"></a>From Signed Reviews.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Van Noppen has laid the student of Milton as well as the student of +Dutch literature under weighty obligations by a translation of the drama +of Lucifer which is not only true to the sense of its original, but +also not unworthy of its fame."—Mayo W. Hazeltine, in New York Sun.</p> + +<p>"Vondel's Lucifer is just as readable to-day as it was two hundred and +fifty years ago, and in this translation the energetic simplicity of it +abides."—George W. Smalley, in New York Herald.</p> + +<p>"We prefer to accept Mr. Van Noppen's translation as he offers it for +the worth of the poem itself, and that is sufficient for many a +century."—George Henry Payne, in The Criterion.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Van Noppen's translation of the Lucifer in this book is one for +which he claims literalness to a close extent; but its fluency is not +the less to be noted. Some of the best and most brilliant passages +scarcely seem like a translation, so naturally and choicely do the words +proceed."—Joel Benton, in The New York Times' "Review of Books."</p> + +<p>"I spent one whole evening comparing Mr. Van Noppen's translation with +the original. As far as exactness goes, as far as intimate verbal +interpretation of Vondel's verse is concerned, it equals Andrew Lang's +wonderful prose translation of the Iliad. By far the most difficult part +of this translation must have been that of the lyrics and choral +passages (after the Greek mode) with which the drama abounds. Mr. Van +Noppen has preserved (at what pains) not only the metre and the rhythm, +but also the rhymes, often involute and curiously doubled."—Vance +Thompson, in Musical Courier.</p> + +<p>"The work evinces not only a mastery of seventeenth century Dutch, but +an insight into metrical effects and facility in reproducing them in +English. This version could not have come from one who had not drilled +himself for years in the theory and practice of English verse. We +bespeak for the handsome volume before us a wide circulation. That such +a translation has been sorely needed every student of comparative +literature knows. That this need has been adequately met every impartial +student of Mr. Van Noppen's version will, we believe, readily +admit."—Prof. C. Alphonso Smith, Ph.D., in Modern Language Notes, +Baltimore, Md., Dec, 1898.</p> + +<p>"The intrinsic value of the work makes the publication of Mr. Van +Noppen's translation an event of peculiar literary interest."—John D. +Barry, in Boston Literary World.</p> + + +<p><a name="The_London_Press" id="The_London_Press"></a>The London Press.</p> + +<p>"The dramatic masterpiece of the great Dutch poet of the seventeenth +century has found a skilled and vigorous translator in Mr. Leonard +Charles Van Noppen, and the sustained volume is further enriched by a +careful memoir of the author of Lucifer and by an elaborate critical +Interpretation of the poem. Justice is thus at last rendered to a poet +of unquestionable genius and inspiration, of whom everything like a fair +estimate has hitherto been hardly possible to an English reader. * * * +There is no appeal to the groundlings in the style and quality of the +verse, which in Mr. Van Noppen's spirited translation has a march of +sustained, or, at least, of rarely failing dignity throughout, and in +its intercalated choric passages is by no means wanting in lyrical +charm. * * * But after half a dozen, a dozen, a score, of similar +parallelisms the odds against chance and in favor of design become so +overwhelming that the least mathematically minded of men will reject +the former hypothesis. The 'long arm of coincidence' is not so long as +all that. And, most assuredly, it is not long enough to cover the fact +that Milton's Samson Agonistes followed in due course on Vondel's +Samson, and that it abounds in evidences that in the matter of dramatic +construction, at any rate, to leave the poetry out of the question, he +was content to take his Dutch contemporary as his closely followed +model."—London Literature.</p> + +<p>"It is interesting that the first English translation of Vondel's famous +play should be made in America and put forth in the old Dutch city of +New York. The volume is a handsome one, elaborately gotten up."—London +Daily Chronicle.</p> + +<p>"Lucifer is a large, majestic drama, and adorned with several beautiful +choric odes."—W.L. Courtney, in London Daily Telegraph.</p> + +<p>* * * Milton undoubtedly behaved in a light-fingered fashion at the +expense of Vondel, not once or twice, but often. * * * After a long +lapse of time this matter is reopened by Mr. Leonard Charles Van Noppen, +whose volume in praise and explanation of Vondel is a book of quite +uncommon merit and charm, and one absolutely indispensable to students +of Milton. * * * Of Mr. Van Noppen's success as a translator there can +be only one opinion. We have read his version with surprise and delight. +Vondel's Lucifer, in nearly all respects, will prove a veritable +treasure for the genuine book-lover."—The London Literary World.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="Board_of_the_Queen_Wilhelmina_Lectureship_Columbia_University" id="Board_of_the_Queen_Wilhelmina_Lectureship_Columbia_University"></a>Board of the Queen Wilhelmina Lectureship, Columbia University</h3> + + +<p>GENTLEMEN:</p> + +<p>We, members of the "Board of the Queen Wilhelmina Lectureship, Columbia +University," Professor Doctor G. Kalff, of the University of Leiden; +Member Royal Academy of Sciences of Amsterdam; Leiden. President; J. +Heldring, of Heldring & Pierson, Bankers, the Hague; J.W. IJzerman, +President of the Royal Netherland Geographical Society at Amsterdam, the +Hague; Wouter Nijhoff, President of the Dutch Publishers' Association, +the Hague; Doctor H.J. Kiewiet de Jonge, President of the General Dutch +Alliance, Dordrecht, Hon. Secretary, herewith plead for your +co-operation with our endeavors to spread in America a knowledge of our +civilization and institutions. Notwithstanding the tremendous influence +of Holland upon England and the American Colonies—an influence as yet +hardly guessed—the study of the Dutch and their history in the colleges +and universities of America is still universally neglected. So little in +fact is known of this subject and of Holland's part in civilization that +there is even among scholars but little appreciation of the importance +of this subject. Only at Columbia University is there any evidence of +interest. Here our literary representative, Leonard C. Van Noppen, whom +we have selected as the pioneer to blaze the way, has inaugurated +several courses in Dutch Literature and given besides lectures on the +various periods of its development. Since Columbia has been the first to +co-operate with us, will not your institution be the second? If so, +will you kindly address Prof. Leonard C. van Noppen, Queen Wilhelmina +Lecturer, Columbia University, N.Y.? Mr. Van Noppen will be glad at any +time to introduce you to this subject and to lecture on such phases of +it as you may deem the most interesting.</p> + +<p>We invite your students to our universities. Here is a field which will +enrich scholarship with many discoveries. The selection of the Hague as +the Capital of Peace has given Holland a new international importance. +Your universities have established chairs in Icelandic, Chinese and +Russian, subjects whose importance and value are incalculably less than +that of Dutch. Is it not time that a beginning be made in this +direction? Not even the study of the Spanish, the Italian and the French +is so fertile of results as that of the civilization of the Netherlands, +which, as the mother of the Teutonic Renaissance, influenced the +civilization of the English-speaking world so largely. Prof. Butler +will, upon application, be glad to give Mr. van Noppen leave of absence +to lecture at your university. Mr. Van Noppen has given courses of +lectures on this subject at the Lowell Institute, Brooklyn Institute, +Johns Hopkins, Columbia, Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Cincinnati and +many other colleges and universities.</p> + +<p>We add the following notice of his lecture at Davidson College, N.C.:</p> + +<p>"Davidson, April 20.—It is altogether too seldom that our Southern +colleges, certainly it is true of Davidson, are privileged to have with +them a lecturer of the type seen in Professor Leonard Charles van Noppen +of the Queen Wilhelmina Chair of Dutch Literature in Columbia +University, who spoke last evening in Shearer Hall and who speaks again +this evening and to-night.</p> + +<p>"Doctor van Noppen was introduced by Professor Thomas W. Lingle, who in +a brief speech told of the lecturers right by virtue of birth and +training to speak on the topic selected and for a few minutes in an +instructive way pointed out what Holland had contributed to Western +civilization and particularly to American life and history, an +introduction so full of facts marked with such accurate historical +perspective that the Columbia lecturer in making acknowledgment said he +felt inclined to take his seat and let Doctor Lingle continue, so +familiar did he seem with the subject he himself was to present.</p> + +<p>"To say that Doctor van Noppen's lecture was popular, in the ordinary +sense of the word, would do it great injustice. It was too comprehensive +in its reach, and strong in its grasp, too scholarly, too suggestive of +research and prolonged investigation and study, too elaborate in phrase +and too masterful in its discriminating use of choice English and ornate +diction for any one to call it popular. Its purpose and its value is not +of this order. Rather, after listening to such a paper, the scholar is +glad that it is doubtless to appear in permanent or book form, where he +can study it at leisure. To the college student it serves as a stimulus, +an inspiration, an ideal to show him that in his daily routine of class +room work he is only laying a foundation on which to build and with +which he may begin the higher intellectual life, may start out for +himself to read, to investigate and in time reduce to consistent and +articulated form the results of his own weeks and months not to say +years of patient toil in the great libraries.</p> + +<p>"In a very strict sense Doctor van Noppen's first lecture was scholarly +and showed clearly that it breathes a university atmosphere and is +intended primarily and ultimately for the lecture hall of the Johns +Hopkins University, where he is soon to deliver the series. He is just +now returning from a lecture tour in the West.</p> + +<p>"Beginning with a clever characterization of the people of Holland as a +practical one, first reclaiming from the sea a land to live on, and then +anchoring it to the continent, in rapid review he showed what a +wonderful contribution this little country, less than Maryland, and +small in everything but in history, has made to modern Christian +civilization. Washed out of the soil of Germany on toward the sea—and +no wonder that Germany looks with envious eyes upon it—it is the +richest country imaginable. It has a per capita wealth of $12,000 as +against America's $4,000. In proportion to population it has done more +for civilization than any other nation, not even Greece excepted. Then +followed in rapid review the facts of history in substantiation of the +claim.</p> + +<p>"Conspicuous in the claims and seemingly substantiated was in the +influence of Holland in spreading abroad, notably in America, the +doctrines of the equality of all men, separation of Church and State, +religious freedom, freedom of the press, local self-government.</p> + +<p>"Fine was the description of Philip of Spain, of William the Silent. +Interesting was the portrayal of the work of the Chamber of Eglantine of +Amsterdam, of the men of letters of Leiden and the intellectual forces +leading up to and resulting in the great University in Leiden.</p> + +<p>"Most striking of all was his brilliant description of the life and work +of the great Dutch poet Vondel and the story of how Milton, the greatest +of English Epic poets, has been content to follow, imitate and copy from +Vondel in his Lucifer where Vondel has shown himself the great +dramatist."</p> + +<p>The "Baltimore Sun" writes of his lecture at Johns Hopkins:</p> + +<p>"Very frequently since the day when Geoffrey Chaucer fashioned his +immortal 'Canterbury Tales' upon Bocaccio's 'Decameron,' English poets +have been subject to the impeachment of having borrowed (usually without +proper acknowledgment) from foreign sources —borrowed material, plot, +episodes, characters and, sometimes, language, embodied in whole phrases +and sentences. The Elizabethan Age, pre-eminent though it was in +creative literary excellence, has not escaped the challenge of its +originality. French and Italian influences and writers exercised a +strongly formative power upon Drayton, Sidney, Spenser and others of the +elect, and even the great Bard of Stratford did not scruple at +transmuting the clay of less gifted molders into the gold of his superb +coinage.</p> + +<p>"But it has not been generally recognized that Milton was such an +appropriator. Accordingly, Dr. L.C. van Noppen's lecture showing that +the great Puritan poet was indebted to the 'Lucifer' of Vondel, the +Dutch author, for the theme, the treatment, the description and even +some of the finest passages in 'Paradise Lost,' is a surprise. Yet Dr. +Van Noppen makes out a very strong case. The appearance of 'Lucifer' a +short time before Milton's Continental tour, which was cut short by the +breaking out of the great civil war in England; the strong likelihood +that Milton had heard of Vondel and his work through Roger Williams, +whose sojourn in Europe had made him acquainted with 'Lucifer,' and who +had instructed Milton in modern languages; Milton's association in Paris +with Hugo Grotius, one of the most eminent scholars of his time, a +countryman and an enthusiastic admirer of Vondel—all combine into a +strong chain of circumstantial evidence, which, reinforced by the +undeniable similarity and the many parallel passages in the two great +works, make a conclusion which is almost imperative.</p> + +<p>"But the conceding of Milton's debt to Vondel does not cancel our debt +to Milton, whose sublime epic has given pleasure and comfort to scores +of readers to whom Vondel's drama has been a sealed volume. Neither does +it release our obligation to 'render unto Caesar the things that are +Cæsar's.'"</p> + +<p>Furthermore, we hope that you will consider the establishment of a chair +in Dutch Literature or History and that you, in anticipation of this +foundation, will from time to time send us such students as desire to +make this subject their specialty. Hoping that you, after a +consideration of this matter, will co-operate with us, I am</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Respectfully yours for the Board of</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;">the Queen Wilhelmina Lectureship,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 14em;">H.J. Kiewiet de Jonge,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 20.5em;">Hon. Secretary.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>DORDRECHT (Holland), November, 1915.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="Parallelisms_Between_Vondel_and_Milton" id="Parallelisms_Between_Vondel_and_Milton"></a>Parallelisms Between Vondel and Milton.</h3> + +<p>Since Mr. Edmundson's book is out of print, we have been asked to give a +list of his parallelisms between the "Lucifer" and Milton. This will +give the student the benefit of his comparisons.</p> + +<p> +LUCIFER, ACT I.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 13.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">PARADISE LOST.—Book III., line 741.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 22.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{V., 266-272.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{II., 1012.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 35.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 426.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 52.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{VIII., 107.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{X., 85.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 57.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—II., 104-105.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 61.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 227.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 63.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 233.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 64.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—III., 554.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 73.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 225.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 78.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VII., 577.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 85-95.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{VII., 317.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{VII., 333.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{IV., 644.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 107.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 340.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 115.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{V., 7.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{IV., 642.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{IV., 238.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 131.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{IV., 360-365.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{IX., 457.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 134.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VII., 505-511.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 158.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{V., 137.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{IV., 689.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 174.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{IV., 288-306.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{IV., 496.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 180.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 450-460.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 192.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 489.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 193-195.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 460-470.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 199.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 304-306.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 203.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VIII., 40-50.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 260.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—III., 276-290.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 268.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{III., 313-317.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{III., 323-333.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 280.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 602.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 326.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 429.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 330.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—X., 660-670.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 364.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—III., 382.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +LUCIFER ACT II.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 22.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., line 787-792.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 108.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{I., 94-98.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{I., 106-111.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 110.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">PARADISE REGAINED (P.R.).—III., 201-211.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 118.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 261-263.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 176-180.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{III., 380-382.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{VIII., 65-67.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{VIII., 71-75.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{VIII., 168-170.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 197.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 810-825.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 343.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV, 1010-1012.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 367.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—II., 188-191.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 377.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.{—II., 188-191.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">{II., 343-346.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">{V., 254.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 405.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{II., 110-112.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{I., 490.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +LUCIFER ACT III.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 120.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—X., 1045.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 238.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 617-627.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 572.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 708-710.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +LUCIFER ACT IV.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 10.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 708-710.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 43.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 56-59.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 120-155.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 722-802.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 186.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—III., 383-389.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 207.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—III., 648.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 251.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 393.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 258.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—II., 188-194.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 351.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 391-394.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 370.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.R.—IV., 518-520.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 410.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.R.—III., 204.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 421.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 540.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +LUCIFER ACT V.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 3.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 200-206.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 4.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 305.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 7.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 320-323.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 8.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 250-253.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 29.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 556-557.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 43.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 44-53.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 54.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 61-63.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 65.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 85-87.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 70.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 977-980.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 85-88.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 533-540.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 94-100.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 99-110.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 97.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—XI., 240-241.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 101.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 754-755.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 103.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 848-849.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 105.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 286.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 111.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{I., 84-87.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">{I., 588-590.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 114.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—V., 833-845.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 115.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{I., 68-71.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{VI., 105-107.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 124.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{VI., 203-219.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{VI., 546.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 128.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 310-315.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 155-161.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.R.—IV., 18-25.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 164.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 200-205.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 195.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IV., 1000.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 235.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 246-255.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 255.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 275-278.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 269.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 324.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 275.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 390.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 290.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 305.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 308.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{X., 449-454.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{X., 511-529.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 320.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—X., 510-520.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 328.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—539-545.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 345.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—X., 510-520.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 347.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.R.—IV., 423.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 353.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—VI., 884-886.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 410.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 300-310.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 412.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—538-545.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 416.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.R.—I., 39-42.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 417.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 192-195.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 419.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—II., 1-5.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 426.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{I., 120-122.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{I., 178-189.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 431.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{II., 362-375.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{III., 90-96.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 433.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 130-134.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 455.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—X., 637.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 448.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—XI., 500-513.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 457.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 367-373.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 461.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 381-390.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 488.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 575-581.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 492.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 716-732.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 494.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 685-687.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 499.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 679-683.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 500.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., -732-743.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 509.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—IX., 1090-1095.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 519.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—{IX., 780-783.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">{IX., 1000-1003.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 537-545.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—Last of Book IX.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 553.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—X., 1051-1055.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 560.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—X., 498-499.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 564.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—XII., 386.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 604.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—II., 595-600.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Line 604.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">P.L.—I., 56-63.</span><br /> +<br /> 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