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a Peafant-like Man (followed by a numerous and lovely Train of Youths of both Sexes) infiit upon Entrance for all whom he led up. He put me in mind of the Country Clown who is painted in the Map for leading Prince Eugene over the Alps: He had a bundle of Papers in his Hand, and producing feveral, which, he said, were given to him by Hands which he knew Apollo would allow as Paffes ; among which, methoughts, I saw

fome of my own writing, the whole • Asembly was admitted, and gave, by

their Prefence, a new Beauty and Pleafure to these happy Mansions. I found the Man did not pretend to enter

himself, but ferved as a kind of Fore<iter in the Lawns to direc Passengers, ( who by their own Merit, or Inttru• Aions he procured for them, had Vira Stue enough to travel that way. I

looked very attentively upon this kind s homely Benefactor, and forgive me, " Mr. SPECTATOR, if I own to you 6 I took him for your felf. We were

no fooner entered, but we were sprink

led three times with the Water of the • Fountain Aganippe, which had power s to deliver us from all Harms, but


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only Envy, which reached even to the

end of our Journey. We had not • proceeded far in the middle Path when

we arrived at the Summit of the Hill, where there immediately appeared to us two Figures, which extremely engaged my Attention: the one was a

young Nymph in the Prime of her " Youth and Beauty; she had Wings

on her Shoulders and Feet, and was able to transport herself to the most

distant Regions in the smallest Space c of Time. She was continually vary:

ing her Dress, sometimes into the most • natural and becoming Habits in the

World, and at others into the most wild and freakish Garb that can be imagined. There stood by her a Man

full-aged, and of great Gravity, who ? corrected her Inconsistences, by shew! ing them in this Mirror, and still flung • her affected and unbecoming Ornaments down the Mountain, which fell in the Plain below, and were gathered up and wore with great Satis

faction by those that inhabited it. The " Name of this Nymph was Fancy, the • Daughter of Liberty, the most beauti! ful of all the Mountain-Nymphs. The

ather was. Judgment, the Off-spring of

6 Time,

Time, and the only Child he acknow

ledged to be his. A Youth, who sat upon a Throne just between them, was their genuine Off-spring ? his Name was Wit, and his Seat was composed of the Works of the most celebrated Authors. I could not but see with a secret Joy, that though the Greeks and Romans made the Majority, yet our own Countrymen were the next both in Number and Dignity. I was now at liberty to take a full Prospect of that delightful Region. I was inspired with new Vigour and

Life, and faw every thing in nobler • and more pleasing View than before ' I breathed a purer Æther in a Sky ( which was a continued Azure, gilded

with perpetual Sun-shine. The two 6 Summits of the Mountain rose on 6 each fide, and formed in the midst

a most delicious Vale, the Habitation

of the Muses, and of such as had com• posed Works worthy of Immortality. Apollo was seated upon a Throne of Gold, and for a Canopy an aged Laurel spread its Boughs and its Shade o<ver his Head. His Bow and Quiver 5 lay at his Feet. He held his Harp in his Hand, whilst the Muses round a


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bout him celebrated with Hymns his

Victory over the Serpent Python, and sometimes fang in fofter Notes the Loves of Leucothoe and Daphnis. Homer, Virgil, and Milton were seated the next to them. Behind were a great

Number of others, among whom I 6

was surprized to see fome in the Habit of Laplanders, who, notwithstanding the Uncouchness of their Dress, had lately obtained a Place upon the Mountain. I faw Pindar walking alonc, no one daring to accoft him till Cowley join'd himself to him; but growing weary of one who almoft

walked him out of Breath, he left him 6 for Horace and Anacreon, with whom 6 be feemed infinitely delighted.

A little farther I faw another Groupe of Figunes; I made up to them, and + found it was Socrates dictating to Xenophon, and the Spirit of Plato; s but moft of all, Museus had the great(eft Audience about him. I was at

too great a Distance to hear what he faid, or to discover the Faces of his Hearers; only I thought I now perceived Virgil, who had joined them, and stood in a Posture full .of Admirátion at the Harmony of his Words.


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"LASTLY, At the very Brink of the Hill I saw Boccalini sending Difpatches to the World below of what happened upon Parnassus; but. I ceived he did it without leave of the Mufes, and by ftealth, and was unwilling to have them revised by Apollo. I could now from this Height and serene Sky, behold the infinite Cares and Anxieties with which Mortals below fought out their way

through the Maze of Life. I faw o the Path of Virtue lie strait before them, whilft Intereft, or some malim cious Demon, still hurry'd them out of the way. I was at once touched with Pleasure at my own Happiness,

and Compallion at the light of their 6 inextricable Errors. Here the two

contending Pallions rofe fo high, that they were inconfiftent with the sweet Repose I enjoy’d; and awaking with

a sudden start, the only Consolation I + could admit of for my Lofs, was the ? hopes that this Relation of my Dream • will not difplease you,



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