"A reformation I would have,
As for our griefs a fov'reign falve;
That is, a cleansing of each wheel
Of state, that yet some rust doth feel:

"But not a reformation fo,

As to reform were to o'erthrow;
Like watches by unskilful men
Disjointed, and fet ill again.

"The public faith I would adore,
But she is bankrupt of her store;
Nor how to truft her can I fee,
For fhe that cozens all, muft me.

"Since then none of these can be
Fit objects of my love and me;
What then remains, but th' only spring
Of all our loves and joys? The King.

From these specimens a juft idea of Lovelace's poetry may be gathered; its ftrength and its weakness; its grace and its grotesqueness ; its beauty and its deformity. We see the gallant cavalier in the happy moods when he was true to his natural feelings, and wrote as men with any power

at all always write when unfettered by a fyftem, unprejudiced by a theory. In prison his poetry was freer than when he himself was at liberty. The fetters on his body feemed not only not to chain his mind, but to leave it more elaftic and buoyant to roam in the fairy-land of love and poetry. What would have overcome less self-reliant and heroic men, and bound them down until they became equal to the degrading circumstances which oppreffed them, only raised the poet and made him what men, ftrong and heroic men always are, fuperior to those circumftances-their lord and master. Thus while serving his royal master at court or in the field; while wooing his Lucasta in bodily freedom; while ftruggling with his fancy to fetter it into obeying the falfe ftandard of taste then fet up, his poems are not to be read without a fenfe of wearinefs, and a not flight expreffion of annoyance and wrath; but when in the ftone walls of his cell he lifts up his voice and fings in honour of love, of conftancy, of loyalty and truth, he strikes a chord fo true, fo national and fo univerfal, that we cheerfully lend him our ear; willingly give ourselves up to the delight of his verse; and yield him our warmest praife. A more generous, chivalrous, and noblehearted man than Richard Lovelace never made a prifon famous, or glorified a dungeon by the power of fong.

BUNYAN,

AND HIS PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.

FEW periods of history present greater contrafts than those which produced the Don Quixote of Spain and the Pilgrim's Progrefs of England. It is true that, to a certain extent, fanaticifm was the characteristic of both; but what a contraft between the inquifitorial and tyrannous fanaticism of the Peninfula, and the freedom-loving, man-afferting, and political greatness of the fanaticism of the Ifland. The one was the fanaticism of life; the other the fanaticism of death. In Spain, the gloom was of that kind which precedes decay; in England it was the gloom which arofe from a confciousness of wrongs which ought to be, and could be righted. The Spanish bigotry was employed in devifing every kind of torture and punishment to destroy freedom of thought and speech, and ended in producing the dull and cowardly uniformity, which is at once a cause and an effect of national degradation. The brave but fombre Puritan gave up his own life