himself, and the threatened terrors of his supreme master, endeavours to break the pride and to bend the will of the lofty-minded offender. In vain. The threatened terrors of the Thunderer now suddenly start into reality; and, amid the roar of contending elements, the pealing Heaven and the quaking Earth, the Jove-defying son of Iapetus descends into Hell. The superhuman grandeur and high tragic sublimity which belongs to the very conception of this subject, has suffered nothing in respect of treatment from the genius of the bard who dared to handle it. The Prometheus Bound, though inferior in point of lyric richness and variety to the Agamemnon, and though somewhat overloaded with narrative in one place, is nevertheless felt throughout to be one of the most powerful productions of one of the most powerful minds that the history of literature knows. No work of a similar lofty character certainly has ever been so extensively popular. The Prometheus Unbound of Shelley, and Lord Byron's Manfred, bear ample witness, of which we may well be proud, to the relationship which exists between the severe Melpomene of ancient Greece, and the lofty British Muse. PROMETHEUS BOUND {183} [_Enter_ MIGHT _and_ FORCE, _leading in_ PROMETHEUS; HEPHAESTUS, _with chains._ MIGHT. At length the utmost bound of Earth we've reached, This Scythian soil, this wild untrodden waste.[n1] Hephaestus now Jove's high behests demand Thy care; to these steep cliffy rocks bind down With close-linked chains of during adamant This daring wretch.[n2] For he the bright-rayed fire, Mother of arts, flower of thy potency, Filched from the gods, and gave to mortals. Here, Just guerdon of his sin shall find him; here Let his pride learn to bow to Jove supreme, And love men well, but love them not too much.