music, touches of a keen sense of honor in most savage times, and in religion fervent and self-sacrificing zeal. In the Kimry now represented by the Kelts of Wales - there was the same artist nature. He also says that in the fusion of the two races, Kelts and Teutons, the gift of genius was the contribution of the Kelt. The influence of the Keltic race upon English literature was not exerted directly through their fragmentary writings, nor by the "example set by one people, and followed by another; but in the way of nature, by the establishment of blood relationship, and the transmission of modified and blended character to a succeeding generation." 9. Keltic Poetry. There were a number of Keltic bards who wrote poetic descriptions of battles, and of other events that roused the passions and activities of men to the highest pitch; but, for the most part, only fragments of these not unworthy productions remain. 10. The First Poet.-A little past the middle of the seventh century a Keltic poet called Cadmon wrote in verse a paraphrase of many parts of the Bible. The story of his experiences and conscientious efforts is briefly told in the following lines, which appeared in Macmillan's Magazine. The lines themselves are in imitation of the style of Cadmon's simple yet touching verse. Dwelt a certain poor man in his day, Streaneshalch in Anglo-Saxon speech, Helping with the horses at behest,— Toiling on twelve hundred years ago. Other while, Still and silent, Cædmon sometimes sat Watch the sky and water, stars or clouds Glorious, terrible—of the Mighty One Who made all things. As the Book declared, "In the beginning he made Heaven and Earth." Thus lived Cædmon, quiet year by year; Listened, learned a little, as he could; Worked, and mused, and prayed, and held his peace. Toward the end of harvest time, the hinds Wandered to the stable-yard, and wept; Wherefore wo is me! Sing, I bid thee!" 66 I left the house." What, then, shall I sing?" Sing the Making of the World." Whereon Praising Heaven most high, but nothing proud, Cadmon sought the steward, and told his tale, Who to Holy Hilda led him in, Pious Princess Hilda, pure of heart, Ruling Mother, royal Edwin's niece. Thenceforth Holy Hilda greeted him Brother of the brotherhood. Famedst monk of all the monastery; Singing many high and holy songs Folk were fain to hear, and loved him for; Cadmon bode that evening in his bed, He at peace with men, and men with him; Wrapped in comfort of the Eucharist; Weak and silent. "Soon our Brethren sing Evensong?" he whispered. "Let us wait for that," he said; and soon Twelve hundred years Since are past and gone, nor he forgot, Earliest Poet of the English Race. Rude and simple were his days and thoughts. Though so simple in style, the poems of Cædmon are not wanting in dignity, nor marks of genius. In the opening of his description of the creation are these lines : Most right it is that we praise with our words, He speeds the strong, and is the head of all His high creation, the Almighty Lord. None formed him; no first was nor last shall be Is everlasting over thrones in heaven. Of the first state of the earth, he says, There had not here, as yet, Save cavern shade, aught been; But this wide abyss stood deep and dim, It may be noticed that Cadmon's lines are without rime, that they are unequal in length and irregular in meter. They have, however, a rude alliteration, which consists in a recurrence of similar consonant sounds at the beginning of words. This is a characteristic of the earlier poems of our language. Cadmon's account of Satan's revolt in heaven is strikingly suggestive of Milton's more polished description written a thousand years later. Here are a few lines : 66 'Wherefore," said he, "shall I toil? No need have I of master. I can work With my own hands great marvels, and have power Stand by me, strong supporters, firm in strife. I am their master, and may rule this realm." And again, after his fall, Satan discoursed,- he who henceforth ruled hell God's angel erst, he had shone white in heaven, |