And sikerly she was of great disport, But for to speken of hire conscience, Full semely hire wimple ypinched was; Hire nose tretis; hire eyen grey as glas; Hire mouth ful smale: and therto soft and red; But sickerly she hadde a fayre forehed. It was almost a spanne brode, I trowe." "A Monk there was, a fayre for the maistrie, An out-rider, that loved venerie : A manly man, to ben an Abbot able. Ful many a deinte hors hadde he in stable: And whan he rode, men mighte his bridel here, Gingeling in a whistling wind as clere, And eke as loude, as doth the chapell belle, Ther as this lord was keper of the celle. The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit, Because that it was olde and somdele streit, This ilke monk lette olde thinges pace, And held after the newe world the trace. He yave not of the text a pulled hen, That saith, that hunters ben not holy men;- Of pricking and of hunting for the hare A love-knotte in the greter end ther was. His palfrey was as browne as is a berry." The Serjeant at law is the same identical individual as Lawyer Dowling in Tom Jones, who wished to divide himself into a hundred pieces, to be in a hundred places at once. "No wher so besy a man as he ther n'as, The Frankelein, in "whose hous it snewed of mete and drinke;" the Shipman, "who rode upon a rouncie, as he couthe;" the Doctour of Phisike, "whose studie was but litel of the Bible;" the Wif of Bath, in "All whose parish ther was non, That to the offring before hire shulde gon, -the poure Persone of a toun, "whose parish was wide, and houses fer asonder;" the Miller, and the reve, "a slendre colerike man," are all of the same stamp. They are every one samples of a kind; abstract definitions of a species. Chaucer, it has been said, numbered the classes of men, as Linnæus numbered the plants. Most of them remain to this day: others, that are obsolete, and may well be dispensed with, still live in his descriptions of them. Such is the Sompnoure: "A Sompnoure was ther with us in that place, Ther n'as quicksilver, litarge, ne brimston, And knew hir conseil, and was of hir rede. A bokeler hadde he made him of a cake. It would be a curious speculation (at least for those who think that the characters of men never change, though manners, opinions, and institutions may,) to know what has become of this character of the Sompnoure in the present day; whether or not it has any technical representative in existing professions; into what channels and conduits it has withdrawn itself, where it lurks unseen in cunning obscurity, or else shews its face boldly, pampered into all the insolence of office, in some other shape, as it is deterred or encouraged by circumstances. Chaucer's characters modernized, upon this principle of historic derivation, would be an useful addition to our knowledge of human But who is there to undertake it? nature. The descriptions of the equipage and accoutrements of the two kings of Thrace and Inde, in the Knight's Tale, are as striking and grand as the others are lively and natural: "Ther maist thou se coming with Palamon They gloweden betwixen yelwe and red, And like a griffon loked he about, With kemped heres on his browes stout; His limmes gret, his braunes hard and stronge, Ful highe upon a char of gold stood he, And folwed him, with mosel fast ybound.- What a deal of terrible beauty there is contained in this description! The imagination of a poet brings such objects before us as when we look at wild beasts in a menagerie; their claws are pared, their eyes glitter like harmless lightning; but we gaze at them with a pleasing awe, clothed in beauty, formidable in the sense of abstract power. Chaucer's descriptions of natural scenery possess the same sort of characteristic excellence, or what might be termed gusto. They have a local truth and freshness, which gives the very feeling of the air, the coolness or moisture of the ground. Inanimate objects are thus made to have a fellow-feeling in the interest of the story, and render back the sentiment of the speaker's mind. One of the finest parts of Chaucer is of this mixed kind. It is the beginning of the Flower and the Leaf, where he describes the delight of that young beauty, shrowded in her bower, and listening in the morning of the year to the singing of the nightingale; while her joy rises with the rising song, and gushes out afresh at every pause, and is borne along with the full tide of pleasure, and still increases, and repeats, and prolongs itself, and knows no ebb. The coolness of the arbour, its retirement, the early time of the day, the sudden starting up of the birds in the neighbouring bushes, the eager delight with which they devour and rend the opening buds and flowers, are expressed with a truth and feeling which make the whole appear like the recollection of an actual scene: "Which as me thought was right a pleasing sight, And eke the briddes song for to here, Would haue rejoyced any earthly wight, Heare the nightingale of all the yeare, And I that all this pleasaunt sight sie, |