recall the reader's attention to the poetry and language of the last century, by exhibiting fome extracts from the manufcript romance of YWAIN and GAWAIN, which has some great outlines of Gothic painting, and appears to have been written in the reign of king Henry the fixth ". Henry the fixth ". I premise, that but few circumstances happened, which contributed to the improvement of our language, within that and the present period. The following is the adventure of the enchanted foreft attempted by fir Colgrevance, which he relates to the knights of the round table at Cardiff in Wales *. Again, On golden gates that glent as glas. Again, But mylde as mayden fene at mas. Perle plefant to princes raye, In the fame manufcript is an alliterative poem without rhyme, exactly in the verfification of PIERCE PLOWMAN, of equal or higher antiquity, viz. Olde Abraham in erde over he fyttes, Even byfor his house doore under an oke grene, Bryzt blikked the bem P of the brod heven In the hyze hete therof Abraham bides. The hand-writing of these two laft-mentioned pieces cannot be later than Edward the third. [See fupr. Vol. i. p. 312.] Of lordes and ladies of that cuntre. It is a piece of confiderable length, and contains a variety of GESTS. Sir YWAIN is fir EWAINE, or OWEN, in MORTE ARTHUR. None of these adventures belong to that romance. But fee B. iv. c. 17. 27. etc. The ftory of the lion and the dragon in this romance, is told of a Chriftian champion in the Holy War, by Berchorius, REDUCTOR. p. 661. See fupr. Diss. p. lxxxvii. And GEST. ROMANOR. ch. civ. The lion being delivered from the dragon by fir YwAIN, ever afterwards accompanies and defends him in the greateft dangers. Hence Spenfer's Una attended by a lion. F. Qu. i. iii. 7. See fir Percival's lion in MORTE ARTHUR, B. xiv. c. 6. The dark ages had many ftories and traditions of the lion's gratitude and generofity to man. Hence in Shakespeare, Troilus fays, TR. CRESS. A& V. Sc. iii. Brother you have a vice of mercy in you He faid, I can no wonders tell, And fone fum mervayles fal you mete: The well es under the fairest Tre That ever was in this cuntre; r By that Well hinges a Bacyne b |