"In golden he, In silver car came she, down the blue skies, But on return they clomb the clouds in one." And we are told-- "It was the world's All-sire gave the bride." We have already alluded to the strange caprice and incongruity of representing Lucifer at one time as the grand Personification of the Principle of Evil, and, at another, confining him down, a very slave to the passions of an amorous swain. Here, too, there may be some profound meaning symbolised. But we see it not. To the reader it seems as if Mr Bailey had here brought upon the scene all the powers and prerogatives of Satan, merely to emblazon the triumph of love; just as Dryden, and the French tragedians whom he imitated, delighted to represent an amorous monarch, because they could throw him, with his crown and kingdom, at the feet of beauty. Those who have not read the poem will scarce credit our account of this portion of it, without seeing some extracts. They are the last we shall give to show the extreme wildness and extravagance which deface the drama of _Festus_. We first see Lucifer as the happy lover, speaking to his Elissa just as other happy lovers:-- "_Lucifer._ To me there is but one place in the world, And that where thou art; for where'er I be, Thy love doth seek its way into my heart, As will a bird into her secret nest." There is a great deal of this delighted rapture. He departs, however, leaving Elissa in charge of his friend Festus. When he returns, he finds that Festus has supplanted him. His agony is quite piteous; if we could believe there was any sincerity in this love-afflicted devil, it would be impossible not to compassionate him. He calls up all his grandeur, and reveals all his power, only to add weight and dignity to his reproach. He even hints at the reformation that would have taken place in his character, had Elissa been but true. Elissa faithful, and Lucifer would have become the very saviour of mankind. "_Lucifer._ Hear me now! Thou knowest well what once I was to thee: One who, for love of one I loved--for thee, Would have done _or borne the sins of all the world_: Who did thy bidding at thy lightest look; And had it been to have snatched an angel's crown Off her bright brow as she sat singing, throned, I would have cut these heartstrings that tie down, And let my soul have sailed to heaven, and done it-- Spite of the thunder and the sacrilege, And laid it at thy feet. I loved thee, lady!" And again, in another scene, he says, reproaching her for her inconstancy--