ended any wheare.

"That wondrous Paterne wheresoere it bee,
Whether in earth layd up in secret store,
Or else in heaven, that no man may it see
With sinfull eyes, for feare it to deflore,
_Is perfect Beautie_, which all men adore--
_That is the thing that giveth pleasant grace_
_To all things fair._

"For through infusion of celestial powre
_The duller earth it quickneth with delight,_
_And life-full spirits privily doth powre_
_Through all the parts, that to the looker's sight_
_They seeme to please._"

It is that "loveliness" which Mr. Ruskin calls "the signature of God on
his works," the dazzling printings of His fingers, and to the unfolding
of which he has devoted, with so much of the highest philosophy and
eloquence, a great part of the second volume of "Modern Painters."

But we are as bad as Mr. Coleridge, and are defrauding our readers of
their fruits and flowers, their peaches and lilies.

Henry Vaughan, "Silurist," as he was called, from his being born in
South Wales, the country of the _Silures_, was sprung from one of the
most ancient and noble families of the Principality. Two of his
ancestors, Sir Roger Vaughan and Sir David Gam, fell at Agincourt. It is
said that Shakspeare visited Scethrog, the family castle in
Brecknockshire; and Malone guesses that it was when there that he fell
in with the word "Puck." Near Scethrog, there is Cwn-Pooky, or Pwcca,
the Goblin's valley, which belonged to the Vaughans; and Crofton Croker
gives, in his Fairy Legends, a fac-simile of a portrait, drawn by a
Welsh peasant, of a Pwcca, which (whom?) he himself had seen sitting on
a milestone,[45] by the roadside, in the early morning, a very unlikely
personage, one would think, to say,--

"I go, I go; look how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow."

[45] We confess to being considerably affected when we look at
this odd little fellow, as he sits there with his innocent
upturned toes, and a certain forlorn dignity and meek
sadness, as of "one who once had wings." What is he? and
whence? Is he a surface or a substance? is he smooth and
warm? is he glossy, like a blackberry? or has he on him "the
raven down of darkness," like an unfledged chick of night?
and if we smoothed him, would he smile? Does that large eye
wink? and is it a hole through to the other side? (whatever
that may be;) and is that a small