NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 101 



Theoph. And what of all that ? Is this more 

 than what we formerly knew ? 



Arn. It's more than I knew, that you knew 

 so much. But this discourse, Theophilus, bet- 

 ter becomes an antiquary, than one that queries ; 

 for, should I but step into her dirty streets, 

 that are seldom clean but on a sun-shiny day, or 

 at other times, when great rains melt all the 

 muck, and forcibly drive it down their cadave- 

 rous channels into the river Marr, whose streams 

 are so sullied then, that the river loses its natu- 

 ral brightness, till the stains are wash'cl out, so 

 become invisible. All which to ^xambie^ is 

 enough to convince you, that the influence of 

 planets are their best scavenger : for the natives 

 in this northern latitude, are naturally so ad- 

 dicted to idleness and nastiness, that should not 

 the heavens contribute the blessings of rain, 

 they would inevitably surfeit with their own 

 uncleanliness. 



Theoph. All this we will grant you ; the foot- 

 steps are evident, 



Arn. Where, note, these inhabitants dwell in 

 such ugly houses, as, in my opinion, are but 

 little better than huts ; and generally of a size, 

 all built so low, that their eves hang dangling 

 to touch the earth ; nor are they uniform, nor 

 hold they correspondency one with another ; 

 and that which is worse than all the rest, is 



