he has prepared us for such incongruities by telling us at setting out that the story was of a dream.
The long nights of Bedford
jail had so intensified his imagination, and made the figures with which it peopled his solitude so real to him, that the creatures of his mind become things
, as clear to the memory as if we had seen them.
's are too often mere names, with no bodies to back them, entered on the Muses' muster-roll by the specious trick of personification.
There is, likewise, in Bunyan
, a childlike simplicity and taking-for-granted which win our confidence.
His Giant Despair,1
for example, is by no means the Ossianic figure into which artists who mistake the vague for the sublime have misconceived it. He is the ogre of the fairy-tales, with his malicious wife; and he comes forth to us from those regions of early faith and wonder as something beforehand accepted by the imagination.
These figures of Bunyan
's are already familiar inmates of the mind, and, if there be any sublimity in him, it is the daring frankness of his verisimilitude.
's giants are those of the later romances, except that grand figure with the balances in the second Canto of Book V., the most original of all his conceptions, yet no real giant, but a pure eidolon of the mind.
rises not seldom to a natural poetry, so Spenser
sinks now and then, through the fault of his topics, to unmistakable prose.
Take his description of the House of Alma
The master cook was cald Concoction,
A careful man, and full of comely guise;
The kitchen-clerk, that hight Digestion,
Did order all the achates in seemly wise.