Miscellaneous Pieces, in ProseBarbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia)
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Miscellaneous Pieces, in Prose
Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia)
English prose literature -- 18th century
In the pleasantest part of the mountain were placed the bowers of the
Muses, whose office it was to cheer the spirits of the travellers, and
encourage their fainting steps with songs from their divine harps. Not
far from hence were the _fields of fiction_, filled with a variety of
wild flowers springing up in the greatest luxuriance, of richer scents
and brighter colours than I had observed in any other climate. And
near them was the _dark walk of allegory_, so artificially shaded,
that the light at noon-day was never stronger than that of a bright
moon-shine. This gave it a pleasingly romantic air for those who
delighted in contemplation. The paths and alleys were perplexed with
intricate windings, and were all terminated with the statue of a Grace,
a Virtue, or a Muse.
After I had observed these things, I turned my eyes towards the
multitudes who were climbing the steep ascent, and observed amongst
them a youth of a lively look, a piercing eye, and something fiery and
irregular in all his motions. His name was GENIUS. He darted like an
eagle up the mountain, and left his companions gazing after him with
envy and admiration: but his progress was unequal, and interrupted by
a thousand caprices. When Pleasure warbled in the valley, he mingled in
her train. When Pride beckoned towards the precipice, he ventured to
the tottering edge. He delighted in devious and untried paths; and made
so many excursions from the road, that his feebler companions often
outstripped him. I observed that the Muses beheld him with partiality;
but Truth often frowned and turned aside her face. While Genius was
thus wasting his strength in eccentric flights, I saw a person of a
very different appearance, named APPLICATION. He crept along with a
slow and unremitting pace, his eyes fixed on the top of the mountain,
patiently removing every stone that obstructed his way, till he saw
most of those below him who had at first derided his slow and toilsome
progress. Indeed there were few who ascended the hill with equal and
uninterrupted steadiness; for, beside the difficulties of the way,
they were continually solicited to turn aside by a numerous crowd of
Appetites, Passions, and Pleasures, whose importunity, when they had
once complied with, they became less and less able to resist; and,
though they often returned to the path, the asperities of the road were
more severely felt, the hill appeared more steep and rugged, the fruits
which were wholesome and refreshing, seemed harsh and ill-tasted, their
sight grew dim, and their feet tript at every little obstruction.
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