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Her virgin waxen arms were precious bands
And chains of love: her waste itself did gird
With its own graceful slenderness, and tie
Up Delicacy's best epitomy.

Fair Politure walk'd all her body over,
And Symmetry rejoic'd in every part;

Soft and white Sweetness was her native cover,
From every member Beauty shot a dart:

From heav'n to earth, from head to foot I mean,
No blemish could by Envy's self be seen.

This was the first-born Queen of Gallantry,
All gems compounded into one rich stone,
All sweets knit into one conspiracy,
A constellation of all stars in one,

Who, when she was presented to their view,
Both paradise and nature dazzled grew.

Phoebus, who rode in glorious scorn's career
About the world, no sooner spy'd her face,
But fain he would have linger'd, from his sphere
On this, though less, yet sweeter, heav'n, to gaze
Till shame inforc'd him to lash on again,
And clearer wash him in the western main.

The smiling Air was tickled with his high
Prerogative of uncontrouled bliss,
Embracing with entirest liberty

A body soft, and sweet, and chaste as his.

All odorous gales that had but strength to stir
Came flocking in to beg perfumes of her.

The marygold her garish love forgot,
And turn'd her homage to these fairer eyes;
All flowers look'd up, and dutifully shot
Their wonder hither, whence they saw arise
Unparching courteous lustre, which instead
Of fire, soft joy's irradiations spread.

The sturdiest trees affected by her dear
Delightful presence could not choose but melt
At their hard pith; whilst all the birds whose clear
Pipes toss'd mirth about the branches, felt

The influence of her looks; for having let

Their song fall down, their eyes on her they set."

Canto VIII. opens thus.

"Sage Nature, how profound is thy discretion, Enamelling thy sober courtesies

By seasonable useful intermission!

Thou lett'st us feel the want, to learn the price;
Thou check'rest every thing with such wise art,
That ease proves constant successor to smart.

When night's blind foot hath smeared heav'ns face, the day
With lovely beauty all the welkin gilds;

When winter's churlish months are thawn away,

The lively spring with youth cheers up the fields;
When clouds have wept their bottles out, 'tis fair;
When winds are out of breath, thou still'st the air :

When æstuating in her mighty toil

The sea has wrought up to her highest shore,
Her weary floods thou teachest to recoil

Back to that rest wherein they swum before.
And to all great and swelling labours thou
As sure an ebb dost constantly allow.

Yet sleep the gentlest of thy blessings is,
With which thou sweaty pains dost gratify:
When Phoebus through all heaven has speeded his
Long smoaking course, thou giv'st him leave to lie
Down on the pillows of the wat'ry main,
Till brisk Aurora wakens him again.

When trees all summer have been labouring hard
Their blossoms, leaves, and fruit in bringing forth,
The night of winter thou dost them afford,
And bidd'st their vigor go to bed in earth;

Down to the root straight sinks the tired sap,
And sleeps close and secure in Tellus' lap.

When rivers many tedious months have run

Through cragged rocks, and crooked peevish ways;
Thou mak'st stern Boreas pitiful, who on
Their necks a friendly-rigid bridle lays :

This locks them up in glass, and makes them rest
Till they are wak'd by summer's southern blast.

Yet other creatures little find in sleep
But that dull pleasure of a gloomy rest,

Which they themselves perceive not when they reap:
Man by this fuller privilege is blest,

That sleep itself can be awake to him,

And entertain him with some courteous dream.

O sweet prerogative! by which we may
Upon our pillows travel round about
The universe, and turn our work to play;
Whilst every journey is no more but thought,
And every thought flies with as quick a pace
Quite through its longest, as its shortest race.

No outward object's importuning rout
Intrudes on sprightful fancies operations,
Who, queen in her own orb, achieves with stout
Freedom her strange extemporal creations;

And scorning Contradiction's laws, at ease

Of nothing makes what worlds herself doth please.

Nor is the body more befriended than

The soul, in sound digestion's work, by sleep:

This is the undisturbed season when

The mind has leisure to concoct that heap
Of crude unsettled notions, which fill
The troubled brain's surcharged ventricle.

In this soft calm, when, all alone, the heart
Walks through the shades of its own silent breast,
Heav'n takes delight to meet it, and impart

Those blessed visions which pose the best

Of waking eyes, whose day is quench'd with night
At all spiritual apparitions' sight."

Our readers will agree with us that there is much valuable poetical matter here; and since the work is of so truly a Retrospective cast, since it contains so much of what is good, buried among so much that is obsolete, we propose to deviate from our ordinary plan, and to carry on our extracts in a future Number. Forty thousand lines are a large field for a botanist of any taste or industry-Our collection of flowers has far exceeded the compass of any reasonable anthological bouquet.

ART. VII.-Fynes Moryson's Itinerary: or Ten Years' Travells
through Great Britain and other parts of Europe. Folio,
Part I. pp. 295. Part II. pp. 301. Part IIÍ.
London, 1617.

pp. 292.

To the enlightened and sincere friend of the improvement of his fellow creatures, no inquiries can be so attractive and encouraging as those which enable him to mark their progress, at different periods, in knowledge, civilization, and happiness.Such inquiries it is the peculiar nature and recommendation of our Review to enable him to make and to satisfy. We point out, by the books we notice, what was known and thought, the state of the imagination, judgment, and reasoning powers,—the condition of mankind, half a century, a century, or two centuries ago, and thus furnish materials, at once amusing and instructive, for the study to which we have alluded.

The contrast between the most highly improved nation, and one in a state of native barbarism and ignorance, may be made, either by looking to examples of each, at present existing, or by comparing the former powers, with what it was in remote periods of its history, But the conviction, that mankind is in a regular state of improvement will be impressed much more deeply by the latter method: this enables us to prove the actual fact, as well as to trace the times and many of the causes of the various stages of improvement. Britain, as it is at present, we see gradually rising out of the barbarism and ignorance in which Cæsar found it, and we can lay our fingers on most of the influential causes of this advancement. Whereas, we find it difficult to foresee or to imagine when, or by what causes, the degraded people of Asia or Africa, or the savages of America, will receive even the first permanent impulse towards civil and political knowledge and happiness.

History gives us little information on this interesting subject: it is too much occupied with less pleasant and instructive topics: glimpses of the state of the great bulk of mankind may, indeed, appear in its pages, but they are not of such duration, extent, or minuteness, as to be of much service in this inquiry. Books of travels afford the most ample and satisfactory materials he who reads a chronological series of travels in any country will receive information on this subject, at once the most to the point, and the most amusing. After rising from a perusal of the most ancient, and the most recent travels in China and Hindostan, he will be puzzled to assign to each its respective era, such a close and striking resemblance will be found

between the pictures they respectively exhibit, of the inhabitants of these countries. It is unnecessary to multiply examples of the series of lessons that may be drawn from books of travels chronologically read. There is, however, one fact such a course of study will make us acquainted with, to which we must advert. If we peruse travels in Britain, France, Germany, or almost any other country in Europe, of a more remote date than a century or a century and a half, we shall be struck with the precedency in knowledge, comfort, and most kinds of improvement of almost every European nation over Britain.— This precedency seems to have remained till the commencement of the last century: then our country began to approach very close to the most improved continental states: she soon came up with them; then passed them, and, within the last fifty years, her superiority has advanced in the most rapid and astonishing manner. We know no subject so full of materials, at once interesting and instructive, as the contrast between Britain and its inhabitants at the beginning of the reign of George III., and at the beginning of the reign of our present sovereign.

Modern travellers possess several advantages over their predecessors; they can and ought to bring more science to their task. Hence, on all topics connected with science, especially natural history, modern travels must be infinitely more instructive: they are also superior in statistical information, and consequently unfold, more completely, the sources of national and individual wealth. But we doubt much, whether, in any other respect, modern travellers can be compared to their predecessors. They do not take so much time or pains; their objects are too various: they do not go into those minute details, furnished by old books of travels, from which the most accurate and complete picture of manners, and the state of society, may be drawn. We know much better from modern than from old travels, the plants, animals, minerals, geology, agriculture, manufactures, and commerce of Germany, but we question extremely, whether the latter do not introduce us to a more intimate and familiar acquaintance with the Germans themselves.

We speak advisedly, and within bounds, when we assert, that Fynes Moryson's work need not dread a comparison with any other book of travels, so far as amusing and instructive details, regarding manners, and the state of society, are concerned. There is, indeed, in his bulky volume, much that, to modern readers, is useless or uninteresting, and one portion that belongs to history and not to travels; but we cannot read many pages without being satisfied, that he was quick at observation, and that he had the faculty of selecting the most characteristic particulars of each nation, and of giving them with graphic force and liveliness.

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