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' High Epidaurus urges on my speed,
• Lo, yonder doth earl Douglas come,
• His men in armour bright;
• All marching in our sight.
• Fait by the river Tweed, &c.'
The country of the Scotch warriors, described in these two last verses, has a fine romantic situation, and affords a couple of smooth words for verse. If the reader coinpares the foregoing fix lines of the song with the following Latin verses, he will see how much they are written in the spirit of Virgil.
Adversi campo apparent, haftasque reductis
Æx, • Advancing in a line they couch their spcars.com
Præneste sends a chofen bund,
And mountaineers that from Severus care:
Cafperia sends her arms, with those that lie
• Earl Douglas on a milk-white steed,
• Most like a baron bold,
" Whose armour fhone like gold.'
Turnus ut antevolans tardum præcefferat agmen, &c.
"Our English archers bent their bows,
" Their hearts were good and true; « At the first flight of arrows sent,
• Full threescore Scots they new.
i No Nackness there was found;
• Lay gasping on the ground.
• Out of an English bow,
• A deep and deadly blow.'
Æneas was wounded after the same manner by an unknown hand in the midst of a parley.
Has inter voces, media inter talia verba,
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 ftanza 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 :
« The noble earl was slain.
Made of a trusty tree,
• Unto the head drew he.
• So right his shaft he set,
6 In his heart-blood was wet.
Till setting of the sun ;
• The battle scarce was done.
• And with carl Douglas there was slain
• Sir Hugh Montgomery,
« One foot would never fy:
• His fifter's son was he;
" Yet savcd could not be.'
-Cadit & Ripheus, juftiffimus unus
* Æn. 6 Then
" Then Ripheus fell in the unequal fight,
Heav'n thought not so.'
In the catalogue of the English who fell, Witherington's behaviour is in the fame 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
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 day?
Next day did many widows come
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 founding; and that the whole is written with a true poetical spirit.
If this song had been written in the Gothick 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 that I feared my own judgment would have looked too singular on such a subject, had not I supported it by the practice and authority of Virgil.
No. LXXV. SATURDAY, MAY 26.
Omnis Aristippum decuit color, & ftatus, & res. Hor.
T was with some mortification that I suffered the
ling 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
onsider the air, the height, the face, the gesture 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 fo charming a creature as Dorimant now liv.