In the celebrated description of the swiftness of Camilla in the VIIth Aeneid, which Virgil has laboured with so much industry, Dryden is more equal to Pitt than in the foregoing instances, tho' we think even in this he falls short of him. Illa vel intactæ segetis per summa volaret Gramina, nec teneras curfu læsisset aristas: Vel mare per medium, fluctu suspensa tumenti Ferret iter; celeres nec tingeret æquore plantas. DRYDEN. --The fierce virago fought,-- Outstrip'd the winds, in speed upon the plain, Flew o'er the fields, nor hurt the bearded grain: She swept the seas, and as she skim'd along, Her flying feet, unbath'd, on billows hung. PITT. She led the rapid race, and left behind, The flagging floods, and pinions of the wind; Lightly she flies along the level plain, Nor hurts the tender grass, nor bends the golden grain; Or o'er the swelling surge suspended sweeps, And smoothly skims unbath'd along the deeps. We shall produce one passage of a very different kind from the former, that the reader may have the pleasure of making the comparison. This is the celebrated simile in the XIth Book, when the fiery eagerness of Turnus panting for the battle, is resembled to that of a Steed; which is perhaps one of the most picturesque beauties in the whole Aeneid. Qualis, ubi abruptis fugit præsepia vinc'lis, Tandem liber equus, campoque potitus aperto; Aut ille in pastus armentaque tendit equarum, Aut assuetus aquæ perfundi flumine noto Emicat; arrectisque fremit cervicibus alte Luxurians, luduntque jubæ per colla, per armos. DRYDEN. Freed from his keepers, thus with broken reins, The wanton courser prances o'er the plains: Or in the pride of youth, o'erleaps the mounds, And snuffs the females in forbidden grounds. Or seeks his wat'ring in the well-known flood, To quench his thirst, and cool his fiery blood: He swims luxuriant in the liquid plain; And o'er his shoulders flows his waving main. He neighs, he snorts, he bears his head on high; Before his ample chest, the frothy waters fly. PITT. So the gay pamper'd steed with loosen'd reins, Breaks from the stall, and pours along the plains; With large smooth strokes he rushes to the flood, Bathes his bright sides, and cools his fiery blood; Neighs as he flies, and tossing high his head, Snuffs the fair females in the distant mead; At every motion o'er his neck reclin'd, Plays his redundant main, and dances in the wind.