Indeed, he seems to have been impressed with America much as Bishop Reginald Heber was, long afterwards, with India, for he described his diocese in language similar to that used by the latter dignitary: “Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile.” A few very brief extracts will give a sufficient idea both of the spirit of his poem and of the otherwise than smoothness of his versification. It is Weymouth itself, perhaps, that he thus describes:-- “The fruitfull and well watered earth doth glad All hearts, when Flora’s with her spangles clad, And yeelds an hundred fold for one, To feede the bee and to invite the drone. * * * * * “There nature’s bounties, though not planted are, Great store and sorts of berries great and faire: The filberd, cherry and the fruitful vine, Which cheares the heart and makes it more divine. Earth’s spangled beauties pleasing smell and sight; Objects for gallant choice and chiefe delight. * * * * * “All ore that maine the vernant trees abound, Where cedar, cypres, spruce and beech are found. Ash, oake and wal-nut, pines and junipere; The hasel, palme and hundred more are there. Ther’s grasse and hearbs contenting man and beast, On which both deare, and beares, and wolves do feast.” When he comes to deal with the noble savage, however, his enthusiasm rapidly wanes:-- “They’re wondrous cruell, strangely base and vile, Quickly displeas’d, and hardly reconcil’d; * * * * * “Whose hayre is cut with greeces, yet a locke Is left; the left side bound up in a knott: * * * * * “Of body straight, tall, strong, mantled in skin Of deare or bever, with the hayre-side in; * * * * * “A kind of _pinsen_ keeps their feet from cold, Which after travels they put off, up-fold, Themselves they warme, their ungirt limbes they rest In straw, and houses, like to sties.”