Turnus ut antevolans tardum præcesserat agmen, &c.
Vidisti, quo Turnus equo, quibus ibat in armis
Aureus.........

• With that there came an arrow keen
Out of an English bow,

• Which struck earl Douglas to the heart
A deep and deadly blow.

Eneas was wounded after the same manner by an unknown hand in the midst of a parley.

Has inter voces, media inter talia verba,
Ecce viro stridens alis allapsa sagitta est,
Incertum qua pulsa manu........

Thus while he spake, unmindful of defence,
A winged arrow struck the pious prince:
But whether from an human hand it came,
• Or hostile God, is left unknown by fame.'

But of all the descriptive parts of this song, there are none more beautiful than the four following stanzas, which have a great force and spirit in them, and are filled with very natural circumstances. The thought in the third stanza was never touched by any other poet, and is such an one as would have shined in Homer or Virgil.

So thus did both those nobles die,
'Whose courage none could stain:

One may observe likewise, that in the catalogue of the slain the author has followed the example of the greatest ancient poet, not only in giving a long list of the dead, but by diversifying it with little characters of particular persons.

The familiar sound in these names destroys the majesty of the description; for this reason I do not mention this part of the poem but to shew the natural cast of thought which appears in it, as the two last verses look almost like a translation of Virgil.

....Cadit et Ripheus, justissimus unus
Qui fuit in Teucris, et servantissimus æqui.
Dis aliter visum........

Then Ripheus fell in the unequal fight,
'Just of his word, observant of the right:
Heav'n thought not so.'

In the catalogue of the English who fell, Witherington's behaviour is in the same manner particularized very artfully, as the reader is prepared for it by that account which is given of him in the beginning of the battle; though I am satisfied your little buffoon readers, who have seen that passage ridiculed in Hudibras, will not be able to take the beauty of it; for which reason I dare not so much as quote it..

We meet with the same heroic sentiments in Virgil:

Non pudet, O Rutuli, cunctis pro talibus unam
Objectare animam? numerone an viribus æqui
Non samus..........?`

For shame, Rutilians, can you bear the sight
Of one expos'd for all, in single fight?
Can we, before the face of Heav'n, confess
Our courage colder, or our numbers less?'

EN.

DRYDEN.

What can be more natural or more moving, than the circumstances in which he describes the behaviour of those women who had lost their husbands on this fatal lay?

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Next day did many widows come

• Their husbands to bewail;

They wash'd their wounds in brinish tears,
• But all would not prevail.

• Their bodies bath'd in purple blood,

They bore with them away;

They kiss'd them dead a thousand times,
When they were clad in clay.'

Thus we see how the thoughts of this poem, which naturally arise from the subject, are always simple, and sometimes exquisitely noble; that the language is often very sounding; and that the whole is written with a true poetical spirit.

If this song had been written in the Gothic manner, which is the delight of all our little wits, whether writers or readers, it would not have hit the taste of so many ages, and have pleased the readers of all ranks and conditions. I shall only beg pardon for such a profusion of Latin quotations; which I should not have made use of, but I feared that my own judgment would have looked too singular on such a subject, had not I supported it by the practice and autho rity of Virgil.

C.

No. LXXV. SATURDAY, MAY 26.

Omnis Aristippum decuit color, et status, et res.

All fortune fitted Aristippus well.

HOR.

CREECH.

IT was with some mortification that I suffered the raillery of a fine lady of my acquaintance, for calling, in one of my papers, Dorimant a clown. She was so unmerciful as to take advantage of my invincible taciturnity, and on that occasion, with great freedom to consider the air, the height, the face, the jesture of him who could pretend to judge so arrogantly of gallantry. She is full of motion, janty, and lively in her impertinence, and one of those that commonly pass, among the ignorant, for persons who have a great deal of humour. She had the play of Sir Fopling in her hand, and after she had said it was happy for her there was not so charming a creature as Dorimant now living, she began with a theatrical air and tone of voice to read, by way of triumph over me, Some of us speeches. It is she, that lovely air, that easy shape, those wanton eyes, and all those 'melting charms about her mouth, which Medley 'spoke of; I will follow the lottery, and put in for a ' prize with my friend Bellair.'

⚫ In love the victors from the vanquish'd fly;
They fly that wound, and they pursue that die.'

Then turning over the leaves, she reads alternately, and speaks,

And you and Loveit to her cost shall find, 'I fathom all the depths of womankind.'

Oh the fine gentleman! But here, continued she, is the passage I admire most, where he begins to teize