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To the Rev. Father FABIO MARETTI at Rome.
T is a terrible thing for a traveller to pass over a country which has not had its most remarkable rivers, hills, and fituations, defcribed by poets who have written in fome language univerfally known. It would be an excellent relief at a dull moment to fill up a letter to a correspondent with quotations of fine poefy, after having defcribed the place in profe; but to what purpofe would all the elegant defcriptions which have been given of the Thames, its forefts, prospects, and paradifaic scenes, be transcribed for your eye, who understand not this language? VOL. II.
A thousand years hence, when the writers of this nation become like the Claffics of ours, and Englifh as much ftudied at Rome as the Latin language has been by this people, a traveller may fill up a volume, like Addison, whom you have heard of, with quotations from the ancients, as they will be then call'd, and be admired for wit which is not his own. The time may come when the Thames and Severn, rivers of England will be known in Italy by thousands, their streams renown'd, and the names of Tyber, Po, and Clytumnus, their present rivals, be forgotten in the countries through which they flow. The tomb of Shakespeare will be vifited with as much adoration as that of Virgil, and with as juft reafon, if genius can give merit to human nature. Clarendon will be remember'd as Livy, and Milton rever'd as the Homer of old Greece. Bacon and Newton adored as the fuperior productions of the creation. Alas! I live a thousand years too foon to travel in this country with eclat, This gives me no other pain, but that of being de-prived of enriching this letter with fomething worthy your regard; however at the time of the milennium, when we fhall be all upon earth
again, and understand all languages, I fhall make another voyage on purpose for that reason.
UNDER the prefent circumftances there can be nothing said of this country, more than that the rivers flow amidft the faireft meadows enriched with lowing herds and flocks, adorned with afpiring elms, and cover'd with the finest verdure. The hills are crowned with perennial oaks, the golden corn waves to the breathing breeze, and tho' no olive-trees or vineyards grace the foil, the trees are loaded with the ruddy pear and yellow apple, prefage of liquour that rivals the old Falernian or Sabine wine. Plenty bursts forth to every view ; a cleanlinefs unknown to the peasants of any nation, is visible in every village; the country seems yet untainted; the fmiling face of liberty fhines amongst the inhabitants, and a wealth which no people ever boafted, of their rank, is to be found amongst the farmers of this ifle.
WITH these people, integrity is yet to be found; they love the country which gave them