with Europe, of the use of which you try to convince us." I confess I was not able to give a satisfactory answer to this unexpected objection; and was forced to say, that my ignorance of the Japanese language hindered me from proving the truth of our assertions. But had I been a Japanese orator, I should probably have found some difficulty in refuting this argument.' In an appendix, the Editor has published a statement of the voyages of Chwostoff and Dawidoff, to which a frequent reference was made in the two volumes on Captain Golownin's captivity. ART. VI. Greenland, and other Poems. By James Montgomery. 8vo. pp. 250. 10s. 6d. Boards. Longman and Co. 1819. THE HE first and longest poem in this collection is confessedly incomplete; and we regret to be compelled to add that, in our judgment, it is tediously descriptive and uninterestingly episodical. The missionaries, who first Moravianized the dark regions of Greenland, are introduced to our acquaintance very poetically in the first canto, and then withdrawn from our sight (with a very short intervening glimpse) until the third canto; the whole intermediate space being occupied by volcanic mountains, geysers, or boiling fountains, ice-bergs, and ice-blinks, and all the horrible paraphernalia of a polar expedition. These objects are very scientifically, and indeed with much animation, described by Mr. Montgomery: but his poem is a crowded panorama of the curiosities of the northern seas. The historical part, besides, is so very inartificially managed, and is such a mere versification of Crantz and other authorities, that we cannot consider it as adding much life or variety to the long succession of protracted descriptions: the poem, in its present state at least, has no apparent unity of design, nothing to connect its parts; and the heroes themselves rest on bare piety, without colour or discrimination in the character of the pious individuals to recommend them to the reader's interest. We grieve to give so very unfavourable an account of the work of a writer for whom we have much respect. Both the sentiments and the style of Mr. Montgomery raise him very much above the herd of vulgar poets: but the present work, besides the faults which we have already enumerated with so much severity of justice, manifests a laxity and a prolixity of versification which tire and offend the ear of taste. Still, with all these drawbacks, the poem has several noble passages, and the opening is particularly finished and effective. Let our readers judge: • CANTO • CANTO I. • The three first Moravian Missionaries are represented as on their Voyage to Greenland, in the year 1733. Sketch of the descent, establishment, persecutions, extinction and revival of the Church of the United Brethren from the tenth to the beginning of the eighteenth century. The origin of their Missions to the West Indies and to Greenland. * The moon is watching in the sky; the stars A double image, pictured on the deep, Yet, like the host of heaven, that never rest, The pageant glides through loneliness and night, Hark! through the calm and silence of the scene, -No;-'tis the evening hymn of praise and prayer And 'midst the songs, that Seraph-Minstrels sing, These simple strains, which erst Bohemian hills Echoed to pathless woods and desert rills; Now heard from Shetland's azure bound, are known In heaven; and He, who sits upon the throne Even in this passage, especially towards its end, we think that examples may be found of the loose sort of rambling prose in rhyme which abounds in the professed poetry of our contemporaries. * The contents of the first canto, as here given, will justify our censure of the plan, In In the retrospect of triumphant Protestants, martyrs to their undaunted faith, we have much spirited writing: but it is disfigured, like the preceding extract, with the novel freedom of long paragraphs of rhyme, consisting of an unconscionable series of over-lapping lines, and seemingly frightened at a period. When it is said of Ziska that he Deposed his arms and trophies in the dust, Wept like a babe, and placed in God his trust,' we are told a very unnecessary fact in the last member of the sentence; considering that the whole story of this religious hero proceeds on the supposition of his confidence in Heaven. As a specimen of the prosaic sort of detail with which the volume too largely abounds, yet interspersed with more poetical lines, we select the following: Thus Greenland (so that arctic world they named) For wealth exhaustless, which her seas could boast, Nor lost one moment till that judgement-day, 'Twere long and dreary to recount in rhyme With single arm made phalanx'd legions yield; Of murderers, the strife steel to steel, and life to life. Falls, and adorns the Grecian's chariot-wheels.' The doctrine so plainly, and we must contend so ingloriously, avowed in the concluding tetrastic, is perhaps a popular opinion among the Gothic bards of the day: but it is the death It seems death-blow to all pure and classical composition. as if authors of this class could not distinguish between a servile imitation, and a free advantage taken of the rules and examples of antiquity. They appear to have forgotten that all the best poets, of every country, have drunken largely from the Homeric fountain of inspiration; and that, in proportion as subsequent rhymesters, or blank-etteers, have deviated from his general model, they have advanced into barbarous violations of every law of good taste. We cannot bring ourselves to pass any farther censure on a writer whose works have contributed to elevate and ennoble the sentiments of our poetry, by the most ardent devotion and by the most generous feelings of humanity. A very pretty episode occurs in the fourth canto, of a German wandering in Greenland: but we prefer to select the simple and pathetic little story with which the poem concludes. The various devastations of Greenland, earthquake, pestilence, human discord, &c. &c. are enumerated, and then follows the sad but gentle tale in question: Thus while Destruction, blasting youth and age, Brief happiness! too perilous to last; - The moon hath wax'd and waned, and all is past: She turn'd in wrath, and limb from limb had rent Meanwhile his partner waits, her heart at rest, No burthen but her infant on her breast: With him she slumbers, or with him she plays, Red evening comes; no husband's shadow falls, When her lost spouse comes o'er the widow's thought, Not long thy sufferings; cold and colder grown, The notes subjoined to the poem of Greenland' contain much interesting matter relative to that extraordinary section of the globe. The minor or miscellaneous poems, which follow, possess (as usual) various degrees of merit. We have some imitations from the Italian; and one that is strikingly expressive of the condensed imagination which is so observable in the shorter poems of the best writers of that nation. 'SONNET. THE CRUCIFIXION. Imitated from the Italian of Crescembini. 'I ask'd the Heavens; "What foe to God hath done 'I ask'd |