that grateful smell which from thence reaches my nostrils."
The goddess and her train, having mounted the chariot, which was drawn by tame geese, flew over infinite regions, shedding her influence in due places, till at length she arrived at her beloved island of Britain: but in hovering over its metropolis, what blessings did she not let fall upon her seminaries of Gresham and Covent-garden! and now she reached the fatal plain of St. James's Library, at what time the two armies were upon the point to engage, where entering with all her caravan unseen, and landing upon a case of shelves now desart, but once inhabited by a colony of virtuosoes, she stayed awhile to observe the posture of both armies.
But here the tender cares of a mother began to fill her thoughts, and move in her breast; for at the head of a troop of Modern bowmen she cast her eyes upon her son W-tt-n, to whom the fates had assigned a very short thread: W-tt-n, a young hero, whom an unknown father of mortal race begot by stolen embraces with this goddess. He was the
