T.

[Footnote 1: Steele's papers had many imitations, as the Historian, here

named; the Rhapsody, Observator, Moderator, Growler, Censor, Hermit,

Surprize, Silent Monitor, Inquisitor, Pilgrim, Restorer, Instructor,

Grumbler, &c. There was also in 1712 a Rambler, anticipating the name of

Dr. Johnsons Rambler of 1750-2.]

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No. 309. Saturday, February 23, 1712. Addison.

Dî, quibus imperium est animarum, umbræque silentes,

Et Chaos, et Phlegethon, loca nocte silentia late;

Sit mihi fas audita loqui! sit numine vestro

Pandere res alta terra et caligine mersas.

Virg.

I have before observed in general, that the Persons whom Milton

introduces into his Poem always discover such Sentiments and Behaviour,

as are in a peculiar manner conformable to their respective Characters.

Every Circumstance in their Speeches and Actions is with great Justness

and Delicacy adapted to the Persons who speak and act. As the Poet very

much excels in this Consistency of his Characters, I shall beg Leave to

consider several Passages of the Second Book in this Light. That

superior Greatness and Mock-Majesty, which is ascribed to the Prince of

the fallen Angels, is admirably preserved in the Beginning of this Book.

His opening and closing the Debate; his taking on himself that great

Enterprize at the Thought of which the whole Infernal Assembly trembled;

his encountering the hideous Phantom who guarded the Gates of Hell, and

appeared to him in all his Terrors, are Instances of that proud and

daring Mind which could not brook Submission even to Omnipotence.

Satan was now at hand, and from his Seat

The Monster moving onward came as fast

With horrid strides, Hell trembled as he strode,

Th' undaunted Fiend what this might be admir'd,

Admired, not fear'd--

The same Boldness and Intrepidity of Behaviour discovers it self in the

several Adventures which he meets with during his Passage through the

Regions of unformed Matter, and particularly in his Address to those

tremendous Powers who are described as presiding over it.

The Part of Moloch is likewise in all its Circumstances full of that

Fire and Fury which distinguish this Spirit from the rest of the fallen

Angels. He is described in the first Book as besmeared with the Blood of

Human Sacrifices, and delighted with the Tears of Parents and the Cries

of Children. In the Second Book he is marked out as the fiercest Spirit

that fought in Heaven: and if we consider the Figure which he makes in

the Sixth Book, where the Battle of the Angels is described, we find it

every way answerable to the same furious enraged Character.

--Where the might of Gabriel fought,

And with fierce Ensigns pierc'd the deep array

Of Moloc, furious King, who him defy'd,

And at his chariot wheels to drag him bound

Threatened, nor from the Holy one of Heavn

Refrain'd his tongue blasphemous; but anon

Down cloven to the waste, with shatter'd arms

And uncouth pain fled bellowing.--

It may be worth while to observe, that Milton has represented this

violent impetuous Spirit, who is hurried only by such precipitate

Passions, as the first that rises in that Assembly, to give his Opinion

upon their present Posture of Affairs. Accordingly he declares himself

abruptly for War, and appears incensed at his Companions, for losing so

much Time as even to deliberate upon it. All his Sentiments are Rash,

Audacious and Desperate. Such is that of arming themselves with their

Tortures, and turning their Punishments upon him who inflicted them.

--No, let us rather chuse,

Arm'd with Hell flames and fury, all at once

O'er Heavens high tow'rs to force resistless way,

Turning our tortures into horrid arms

Against the Torturer; when to meet the Noise

Of his almighty Engine he shall hear

Infernal Thunder, and for Lightning see

Black fire and horror shot with equal rage

Among his Angels; and his throne it self

Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur, and strange Fire,

His own invented Torments--

His preferring Annihilation to Shame or Misery, is also highly suitable

to his Character; as the Comfort he draws from their disturbing the

Peace of Heaven, that if it be not Victory it is Revenge, is a Sentiment

truly Diabolical, and becoming the Bitterness of this implacable Spirit.

Belial is described in the first Book, as the Idol of the Lewd and

Luxurious. He is in the Second Book, pursuant to that Description,

characterised as timorous and slothful; and if we look in the Sixth

Book, we find him celebrated in the Battel of Angels for nothing but

that scoffing Speech which he makes to Satan, on their supposed

Advantage over the Enemy. As his Appearance is uniform, and of a Piece,

in these three several Views, we find his Sentiments in the Infernal

Assembly every way conformable to his Character. Such are his

Apprehensions of a second Battel, his Horrors of Annihilation, his

preferring to be miserable rather than not to be. I need not observe,

that the Contrast of Thought in this Speech, and that which precedes it,

gives an agreeable Variety to the Debate.

Mammon's Character is so fully drawn in the First Book, that the Poet

adds nothing to it in the Second. We were before told, that he was the

first who taught Mankind to ransack the Earth for Gold and Silver, and

that he was the Architect of Pandæmonium, or the Infernal Place, where

the Evil Spirits were to meet in Council. His Speech in this Book is

every way suitable to so depraved a Character. How proper is that

Reflection, of their being unable to taste the Happiness of Heaven were

they actually there, in the Mouth of one, who while he was in Heaven, is

said to have had his Mind dazled with the outward Pomps and Glories of

the Place, and to have been more intent on the Riches of the Pavement,

than on the Beatifick Vision. I shall also leave the Reader to judge how

agreeable the following Sentiments are to the same Character.

--This deep World

Of Darkness do we dread? How oft amidst

Thick cloud and dark doth Heavns all-ruling Sire

Chuse to reside, his Glory umobscured,

And with the Majesty of Darkness round

Covers his Throne; from whence deep Thunders roar

Mustering their Rage, and Heavn resembles Hell?

As he our Darkness, cannot we his Light

Imitate when we please? This desart Soil

Wants not her hidden Lustre, Gems and Gold;

Nor want we Skill or Art, from whence to raise

Magnificence; and what can Heavn shew more?

Beelzebub, who is reckoned the second in Dignity that fell, and is, in

the First Book, the second that awakens out of the Trance, and confers

with Satan upon the Situation of their Affairs, maintains his Rank in

the Book now before us. There is a wonderful Majesty described in his

rising up to speak. He acts as a kind of Moderator between the two

opposite Parties, and proposes a third Undertaking, which the whole

Assembly gives into. The Motion he makes of detaching one of their Body

in search of a new World is grounded upon a Project devised by Satan,

and cursorily proposed by him in the following Lines of the first Book.

Space may produce new Worlds, whereof so rife

There went a Fame in Heavn, that he erelong

Intended to create, and therein plant

A Generation, whom his choice Regard

Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven:

Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps

Our first Eruption, thither or elsewhere:

For this Infernal Pit shall never hold

Celestial Spirits in Bondage, nor th' Abyss

Long under Darkness cover. But these Thoughts

Full Counsel must mature:--

It is on this Project that Beelzebub grounds his Proposal.

--What if we find

Some easier Enterprise? There is a Place

(If ancient and prophetick Fame in Heavn

Err not) another World, the happy Seat

Of some new Race call'd MAN, about this Time

To be created like to us, though less

In Power and Excellence, but favoured more

Of him who rules above; so was his Will

Pronounc'd among the Gods, and by an Oath,

That shook Heavns whole Circumference, confirm'd.

The Reader may observe how just it was not to omit in the First Book the

Project upon which the whole Poem turns: As also that the Prince of the

fallen Angels was the only proper Person to give it Birth, and that the

next to him in Dignity was the fittest to second and support it.

There is besides, I think, something wonderfully Beautiful, and very apt

to affect the Readers Imagination in this ancient Prophecy or Report in

Heaven, concerning the Creation of Man. Nothing could shew more the

Dignity of the Species, than this Tradition which ran of them before

their Existence. They are represented to have been the Talk of Heaven,

before they were created. Virgil, in compliment to the Roman

Commonwealth, makes the Heroes of it appear in their State of

Pre-existence; but Milton does a far greater Honour to Man-kind in

general, as he gives us a Glimpse of them even before they are in Being.

The rising of this great Assembly is described in a very Sublime and

Poetical Manner.

Their rising all at once was as the Sound

Of Thunder heard remote--

The Diversions of the fallen Angels, with the particular Account of

their Place of Habitation, are described with great Pregnancy of

Thought, and Copiousness of Invention. The Diversions are every way

suitable to Beings who had nothing left them but Strength and Knowledge

misapplied. Such are their Contentions at the Race, and in Feats of

Arms, with their Entertainment in the following Lines.

Others with vast Typhæan rage more fell

Rend up both Rocks and Hills, and ride the Air

In Whirlwind; Hell scarce holds the wild Uproar.

Their Musick is employed in celebrating their own criminal Exploits, and

their Discourse in sounding the unfathomable Depths of Fate, Free-will

and Fore-knowledge.

The several Circumstances in the Description of Hell are finely

imagined; as the four Rivers which disgorge themselves into the Sea of

Fire, the Extreams of Cold and Heat, and the River of Oblivion. The

monstrous Animals produced in that Infernal World are represented by a

single Line, which gives us a more horrid Idea of them, than a much

longer Description would have done.

--Nature breeds,

Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious Things,

Abominable, inutterable, and worse

Than Fables yet have feign'd, or Fear conceiv'd,

Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.

This Episode of the fallen Spirits, and their Place of Habitation, comes

in very happily to unbend the Mind of the Reader from its Attention to

the Debate. An ordinary Poet would indeed have spun out so many

Circumstances to a great Length, and by that means have weakned, instead

of illustrated, the principal Fable.

The Flight of Satan to the Gates of Hell is finely imaged. I have

already declared my Opinion of the Allegory concerning Sin and Death,

which is however a very finished Piece in its kind, when it is not

considered as a Part of an Epic Poem. The Genealogy of the several

Persons is contrived with great Delicacy. Sin is the Daughter of Satan,

and Death the Offspring of Sin. The incestuous Mixture between Sin and

Death produces those Monsters and Hell-hounds which from time to time

enter into their Mother, and tear the Bowels of her who gave them Birth.

These are the Terrors of an evil Conscience, and the proper Fruits of

Sin, which naturally rise from the Apprehensions of Death. This last

beautiful Moral is, I think, clearly intimated in the Speech of Sin,

where complaining of this her dreadful Issue, she adds,

Before mine Eyes in Opposition sits

Grim Death my Son and Foe, who sets them on,

And me his Parent would full soon devour

For want of other Prey, but that he knows

His End with mine involv'd--

I need not mention to the Reader the beautiful Circumstance in the last

Part of this Quotation. He will likewise observe how naturally the three

Persons concerned in this Allegory are tempted by one common Interest to

enter into a Confederacy together, and how properly Sin is made the

Portress of Hell, and the only Being that can open the Gates to that

World of Tortures.

The descriptive Part of this Allegory is likewise very strong, and full

of Sublime Ideas. The Figure of Death, [the Regal Crown upon his Head,]

his Menace of Satan, his advancing to the Combat, the Outcry at his

Birth, are Circumstances too noble to be past over in Silence, and

extreamly suitable to this King of Terrors. I need not mention the

Justness of Thought which is observed in the Generation of these several

Symbolical Persons; that Sin was produced upon the first Revolt of

Satan, that Death appear'd soon after he was cast into Hell, and that

the Terrors of Conscience were conceived at the Gate of this Place of

Torments. The Description of the Gates is very poetical, as the opening

of them is full of Milton's Spirit.

--On a sudden open fly

With impetuous Recoil and jarring Sound

Th' infernal Doors, and on their Hinges grate

Harsh Thunder, that the lowest Bottom shook

Of Erebus. She open'd, but to shut

Excell'd her Powr; the Gates wide open stood,

That with extended Wings a banner'd Host

Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through

With Horse and Chariots rank'd in loose Array;

So wide they stood, and like a Furnace Mouth

Cast forth redounding Smoak and ruddy Flame.

In Satan's Voyage through the Chaos there are several Imaginary Persons

described, as residing in that immense Waste of Matter. This may perhaps

be conformable to the Taste of those Criticks who are pleased with

nothing in a Poet which has not Life and Manners ascribed to it; but for

my own Part, I am pleased most with those Passages in this Description

which carry in them a greater Measure of Probability, and are such as

might possibly have happened. Of this kind is his first mounting in the

Smoke that rises from the Infernal Pit, his falling into a Cloud of

Nitre, and the like combustible Materials, that by their Explosion still

hurried him forward in his Voyage; his springing upward like a Pyramid

of Fire, with his laborious Passage through that Confusion of Elements

which the Poet calls

The Womb of Nature, and perhaps her Grave.

The Glimmering Light which shot into the Chaos from the utmost Verge of

the Creation, with the distant discovery of the Earth that hung close by

the Moon, are wonderfully Beautiful and Poetical.

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