66 so we may call Young's disposition to see a rebuke or a warning in every natural object, the "pedagogic fallacy." To his mind, the heavens are "forever scolding as they shine;" and the great function of the stars is to be a lecture to mankind." The conception of the Deity as a didactic author is not merely an implicit point of view with him; he works it out in elaborate imagery, and at length makes it the occasion of his most extraordinary achievement in the "art of sinking," by exclaiming, à propos, we need hardly say, of the nocturnal heavens, "Divine Instructor! Thy first volume this It is this pedagogic tendency, this sermonizing attitude of Young's mind, which produces the wearisome monotony of his pauses. After the first two or three nights he is rarely singing, rarely pouring forth any continuous melody inspired by the spontaneous flow of thought or feeling. He is rather occupied with argumentative insistance, with hammering in the proofs of his propositions by disconnected verses, which he puts down at intervals. The perpetual recurrence of the pause at the end of the line throughout long passages makes them as fatiguing to the ear as a monotonous chant, which consists of the endless repetition of one short musical phrase. For example : "Past hours, If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight, All godlike passion for eternals quench'd, Renounced all correspondence with the skies; Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world." How different from the easy, graceful melody of Cowper's blank verse! Indeed, it is hardly possible to criticise Young without being reminded at every step of the contrast presented to him by Cowper. And this contrast urges itself upon us the more from the fact that there is, to a certain extent, a parallelism between the "Night Thoughts" and the "Task." In both poems the author achieves his greatest in virtue of the new freedom conferred by blank verse; both poems are professionally didactic, and mingle much satire with their graver meditations; both poems are the productions of men whose estimate of this life was formed by the light of a belief in immortality, and who were intensely attached to Christianity. On some grounds we might have anticipated a more morbid view of things from Cowper than from Young. Cowper's religion was dogmatically the more gloomy, for he was a Calvinist; while Young was a "low" Arminian, believing that Christ died for all, and that the only obstacle to any man's salvation lay in his will, which he could change if he chose. There was real and deep sadness involved in Cowper's personal lot; while Young, apart from his ambitious and greedy discontent, seems to have had no great sorrow. Yet, see how a lovely, sympathetic nature manifests itself in spite of creed and circumstance! Where is the poem that surpasses the Task" in the genuine love it breathes, at once toward inanimate and animate existence-in truthfulness of perception and sincerity of presentation-in the calm gladness that springs from a delight in objects for their own sake, without self-reference-in divine sympathy with the lowliest pleasures, with the most short-lived capacity for pain? Here is no railing at the earth's "melancholy map," but the happiest lingering over her simplest scenes with all the fond minuteness of attention that belongs to love; no pompous rhetoric about the inferiority of the "brutes," but a warm plea on their behalf against man's inconsiderateness and cruelty, and a sense of enlarged happiness from their companionship in enjoyment; no vague rant about human misery and human virtue, but that close and vivid presentation of particular sorrows and privations, of particular deeds and misdeeds, which is the direct road to the emotions. How Cowper's exquisite mind falls with the mild warmth of morning sunlight on the commonest objects, at once disclosing every detail, and investing every detail with beauty! No object is too small to prompt his song-not the sooty film on the bars, or the spoutless teapot holding a bit of mignonette that serves to cheer the dingy town-lodging with a "hint that Nature lives ;" and yet his song is never trivial, for he is alive to small objects, not because his mind is narrow, but because his glance is clear and his heart is large. Instead of trying to edify us by supercilious allusions to the "brutes" and the "stalls," he interests us in that tragedy of the hen-roost when the thief has wrenched the door, "Where Chanticleer amidst his harem sleeps in the patient cattle, that on the winter's morning 66 'Mourn in corners where the fence Screens them, and seem half petrified to sleep in the little squirrel, that, surprised by him in his woodland walk, "At once, swift as a bird, Ascends the neighboring beech; there whisks his brush, And anger insignificantly fierce." And then he passes into reflection, not with curt apothegm and snappish reproof, but with that melodious flow of utterance which belongs to thought when it is carried along in a stream of feeling : "The heart is hard in nature, and unfit · For human fellowship, as being void Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike To love and friendship both, that is not pleased Nor feels their happiness augment his own." His large and tender heart embraces the most every-day forms of human life-the carter driving his team through the wintry storm; the cottager's wife who, painfully nursing the embers on her hearth, while her infants "sit cowering o'er the sparks, "Retires, content to quake, so they be warm'd ;" or the villager, with her little ones, going out to pick แ and he compels our colder natures to follow his in its manifold sympathies, not by exhortations, not by telling us to meditate at midnight, to indulge" the thought of death, or to ask ourselves how we shall weather an eternal night," but by presenting to us the object of his compassion truthfully and lovingly. And when he handles greater themes, when he takes a wider survey, and considers the men or the deeds which have a direct influence on the welfare of communities and nations, there is the same unselfish warmth of feeling, the same scrupulous truthfulness. He is never vague in his remonstrance or his satire, but puts his finger on some particular vice or folly which excites his indignation or "dissolves his heart in pity, because of some specific injury it does to his fellow-man or to a sacred cause. And when he is asked why he interests himself about the sorrows and wrongs of others, hear what is the reason he gives. Not, like Young, that the movements of the planets show a mutual dependence, and that or that "Thus man his sovereign duty learns in this "More generous sorrow, while it sinks, exalts, sage, What is Cowper's answer, when he imagines some erudite, profound," asking him "What's the world to you?" "Much. I was born of woman, and drew milk As sweet as charity from human breasts. I think, articulate, I laugh and weep, And exercise all functions of a man. How then should I and any man that lives Young is astonished that men can make war on each other— that any one can seize his brother's throat," while "The Planets cry, 'Forbear.' '' Cowper weeps because "There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart : Young applauds God as a monarch with an empire and a court quite superior to the English, or as an author who produces volumes for man's perusal. Cowper sees his father's love in all the gentle pleasures of the home fireside, in the charms even of the wintry landscape, and thinks— "Happy who walks with him, whom what he finds Of flavor or of scent in fruit or flower, To conclude for. we must arrest ourselves in a contrast that would lead us beyond our bounds. Young flies for his, utmost consolation to the day of judgment, when "Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation;" when earth, stars, and sun are swept aside, "And now, all dross removed, Heaven's own pure day, While (dreadful contrast !) far (how far !) beneath, Dr. Young and similar" ornaments of religion and virtue" passing of course with grateful "applause" into the upper region. Cowper finds his highest inspiration in the Millennium -in the restoration of this our beloved home of earth to perfect holiness and bliss, when the Supreme "Shall visit earth in mercy; shall descend And into what delicious melody his song flows at the thought of that blessedness to be enjoyed by future generations on earth! "The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks The sum of our comparison is this: In Young we have the type of that deficient human sympathy, that impiety toward the present and the visible, which flies for its motives, its sanctities, and its religion, to the remote, the vague, and the unknown in Cowper we have the type of that genuine love which cherishes things in proportion to their nearness, and feels its reverence grow in proportion to the intimacy of its knowledge. |