THE COUNTRY LIFE.

Lib. IV. Plantarum.

BLESS'D be the man (and bless'd he is) whom e'er
(Placed far out of the roads of hope or fear)
A little field, and little garden, feeds :
The field gives all that frugal nature needs;
The wealthy garden liberally bestows
All she can ask, when she luxurious grows.
The specious inconveniences, that wait
Upon a life of business, and of state,
He sees (nor does the sight disturb his rest)
By fools desired, by wicked men possess❜d.
Thus, thus (and this deserved great Virgil's praise)
The old Corycian yeoman pass'd his days;
Thus his wise life Abdolonymus spent:

The ambassadors, which the great emperor sent
To offer him a crown, with wonder found
The reverend gardener howing of his ground:
Unwillingly, and slow, and discontent,

From his loved cottage, to a throne he went;
And oft he stopp'd in his triumphant way,
And oft look'd back, and oft was heard to say,
Not without sighs, "Alas, I there forsake
A happier kingdom than I go to take!"
Thus Aglaus (a man unknown to men,

But the gods knew and therefore loved him then)*

• loved him then.]—Emphatically, then; i. e. when unknown to men: for here lay the wonder (to which the poet, by his following story, would reconcile us), that an obscure man should be the favourite of heaven, or, in the eye of true wisdom, deserve to be reputed happy.-Hurd.

Thus lived obscurely then without a name,
Aglaus, now consigned to eternal fame.
For Gyges, the rich king, wicked and great,
Presumed, at wise Apollo's Delphic seat
Presumed, to ask, "Oh thou, the whole word's eye,
Seest thou a man that happier is than I?”
The god, who scorn'd to flatter man, replied,
66 Aglaüs happier is." But Gyges cried,
In a proud rage, "Who can that Aglais be?
We have heard, as yet, of no such king as he."
And true it was, through the whole earth around
No king of such a name was to be found.
"Is some old hero of that name alive,

Who his high race does from the gods derive?
Is it some mighty general, that has done
Wonders in fight, and god-like honours won ?
Is it some man of endless wealth," said he?
"None, none of these." "Who can this Aglais be?"
After long search and vain inquiries pass'd,
In an obscure Arcadian vale at last,

(The Arcadian life has always shady* been)
Near Sopho's town (which he but once had seen)-
This Aglaüs, who monarchs' envy drew,
Whose happiness the gods stood witness to,
This mighty Aglaüs, was labouring found,
With his own hands, in his own little ground.
So, gracious God,† (if it may lawful be
Among those foolish gods to mention thee)

always shady.-A well chosen word, implying, at once, repose and obscurity.-Hurd.

So, gracious God, &c.]-These concluding eight lines are written in the author's best manner, which is (as I have several times observed), when he expresses his own feeling, along with his ideas.-Hurd.

So let me act, on such a private stage,
The last dull scenes of my declining age;
After long toils and voyages in vain,
This quiet port let my toss'd vessel gain;
Of heavenly rest, this earnest to me lend,
Let my life sleep, and learn to love her end.*

V. THE GARDEN.

To John Evelyn, Esquire.

I NEVER had any other desire so strong and so like to covetousness, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them; and there dedicate the remainder of my life only to the culture of them, and study of nature;

And there (with no design beyond my wall) whole and entire to lie,

In no unactive ease, and no unglorious poverty.

Or, as Virgil has said, shorter and better for me, that I might there

"studiis florere ignobilis ottî:"†

(though could wish that he had rather said, "Nobilis oti," when he spoke of his own.) But

[--love her end.-i. e. death, of which sleep is the image.

† Virg. Georg. iv. 564.

several accidents of my ill fortune have disappointed me hitherto, and do still, of that felicity; for though I have made the first and hardest step to it, by abandoning all ambitions and hopes in this world, and by retiring from the noise of all business and almost company, yet I stick still in the inn of a hired house and garden, among weeds and rubbish ; and without that pleasantest work of human industry, the improvement of something which we call (not very properly, but yet we call) our own. I am gone out from Sodom, but I am not yet arrived at my little Zoar. "O let me escape thither (is it not a little one?) and my soul shall live." I do not look back yet; but I have been forced to stop, and make too many halts. You may wonder, sir, (for this seems a little too extravagant and Pindarical for prose) what I mean by all this preface; it is to let you know, that though I have missed, like a chemist, my great end, yet I account my affections and endeavours well rewarded by something that I have met with by the by; which is, that they have procured to me some part in your kindness and esteem; and thereby the honour of having my name so advantageously recommended to posterity, by the epistle you are pleased to prefix to the most useful book that has been written in that kind, and which is to last as long as months and years.

Among many other arts and excellences which you enjoy, I am glad to find this favourite of mine

-the most useful book that has been written in that kind. Mr. Evelyn's "Kalendarium Hortense," dedicated to Mr. Cowley. The title explains the propriety of the compliment, that this book was to last as long as months and years.-Hurd.

the most predominant; that you choose this for your wife, though you have hundreds of other arts for your concubines; though you know them, and, beget sons upon them all (to which you are rich enough to allow great legacies), yet the issue of this seems to be designed by you to the main of the estate; you have taken most pleasure in it, and bestowed most charges upon its education: and I doubt not to see that book, which you are pleased to promise to the world, and of which you have given us a large earnest in your calendar, as accomplished as any thing can be expected from an extraordinary wit, and no ordinary expenses, and a long experience. I know nobody that possesses more private happiness than you do in your garden; and yet no man who makes his happiness more public, by a free communication of the art and knowledge of it to others. All that I myself am able yet to do, is only to recommend to mankind the search of that felicity, which you instruct them how to find and to enjoy.

I.

Happy art thou, whom God does bless
With the full choice of thine own happiness;
And happier yet, because thou'rt bless'd
With prudence, how to choose the best :
In books and gardens thou hast placed aright
(Things, which thou well dost understand,
And both dost make with thy laborious hand)
Thy noble, innocent delight:

And in thy virtuous wife, where thou again dost meet
Both pleasures more refined and sweet;