And they tham fchryve of glotonye, 
In hell will be par bayly: 
The Emperoure faide, This is a chaunce, 
But what letteth a man to do penaunce ? 
The child fofte at was clene 5 
Foure poyntes, Sire, thare bene 5 
Glotonye is on, unfchryven is a nothety 
Wanhope hit is the thridde brother, 
The fourthe hit is with outen fable, 
That god is mercyable, 
He wil of hym no wreche take, | 
But yf they hym felf it gone 
The Emperoure faide, Child, telle me this, 
What bryngs mannys foule moft to blyfle ? 
The child faide, Good thougt and good dede, 
Pore and naked to clothe and fede, 
And love wel god and holy churcliey 
And other penaunce for to worche: 
The Emperoure faid, This may wel bé, © 
But on thing thow telle me 3 
How-may fynne that is un fehryve, 
A gayns god {chal nougt be for geve ? 
The child faide, Synnys too; 
Myfbeleve is on of thoo. 
Many wil for no refonn, 
‘Trowe in goddys carnacion, 
That he lygt in the mayden Marye, 
Withouten wem of here bodye, 
' And that he fteyg that he is kyng 5 
But yf they leve this ylke thing, 
Sertaynly, as I the telle, 
But he ftynte he goth to helle, 
Wanhope it is another fynne,; 
That many a man is bounden in 5 
Yf aman be fallen ther inne, 
And doth it ever, and wil not blyn, 
And troweth not god ful of mygt, 
The fende to wanhope hym plygt, 
That he wil no mercy crave, 
For he hopeth non to have : 
And for that wanhope ,wrytyn-I fyndey 
He goth to helle withouten ende. 
The Emperoure faide, Than is hit fo, 
Synne doth a man ful mekel woo : 
But whar with mygt a man hym were, 
That the fend him fchal nougt dere ? 
The child faide, With devocion, 
And thinke on goddys carnacion 5 
‘That he lygte in the mayde Marye, 
Floure of wymmen wityrly ; 
That he ftoode bounden to a pyler long, 
And was fcourged with fcourges ftrong ; 
That goddes body ther hit flood, 
Ran all in his owne blood 5 
And that he honge upon atre, 
For no dede lette wold he ; 
And was crowned with thornes kene, 
The woundes on his hened were fene 5 
-Aand bare his cros to calvarye, 
And fithen theron man hedye. 
-Thinke, man, of thife wordos fmert, 
And haue this paffion in thyn hierte: 
And ther with may everych man hym were, 
That the fend hym fchal nougt dere. 
The Emperoure faide, This leve I 
weel, 
That it is feth every deel. ’ 
Brunetto Latini’s Letters. 
553 
ror 
But telle me, child, yf hat thou camy 
What penaunce plefeth beft god of man?, 
The child faide, Penaunce thre 5 
I wil the telle which thay bee. 
If a man be in trewe chauns, 
And lede his lyf inclene penaunce, 
And werreth hym fro the fendes fondyngy 
And kepeth his herte fro wyked lyky ng, 
God is paid with that imprys, 
He fchal have hevene for his fervyss 
Another hit pays god in hert, 
If a man be in povert, 
And taketh that povert ftylle, 
And thanketh god al his wille. 
(Here the Manufcript is impeffeét, and 
the remainder irretrieveably loft.) 
Many thanks are due from Mr. Wine 
LiaM Dupre, the tranflator of Brunette 
Latini’s Letters; to the Correfpondent of 
the Monthly Magazine, at Manchefter 
(in the Number for June lat p. 445.)s 
for his elucidation from Pliny, the natu 
ralift, of fome paffages in Brunetto La. 
tini’s Letter on Dogs. 
It is hoped every lover of ancient lites 
rature will contribute what affitance he is 
able towards reftoring this refforer of good 
learning in the thirteenth century. %t is 
poffible, that with fuch illuftrations Brus 
netto Latini’s Letters may, hereafter, 
affume a\new form, and the patron, friend 
and guide of Dante, Petrarch, and: Boc- 
cace, become as well known here as his 
clients and fcholars. 
On this occafion, Brunetto Latini’s 
tranflator cannot but lament, that there is 
fo much reafon to remark upon the diffi- 
culties, which an ob{cure man, who hap-= 
pens to be fond of letters (perhaps, too, 
engaged in literary purfuits, and it may. 
be, moreover, incircumftances that are nar- 
row and confined ;) Jabours under from the 
want of a public-jibrary in this great me- 
tropolis, to which free accefs can be had at 
all feafonable hours, with every affiftance 
and convenience for examining and making 
extracts from rare authors. It is true, 
there is a magnificent public-inftitution, 
many fplendid libraries in private poffef- 
fion, and numerous fhops of opulent book- 
fellers, who have large colleétions of 
books. To that intended for the free ufe 
of the public, admiffion is clogged and 
encumbered with regulations, which carry 
the appearance of an ariftocracy incompa- 
tible with the equality that, as it fhould 
feem, ought to bea prevailing principle 
in the republic of letters. Accefs cannot _ 
be expected to private colledtions without 
the fanétion of a proper introduétion ; 
and with refpeé&t to the thops of capital 
bibli- 
