ing is divine Philosophie!" I coulde not
helpe asking if she did not meane how charming was the Philosophie of
one particular Divine? Soe then she discoursed with me of Things more
seemlie for Women than Philosophie or Divinitie either. Onlie, when
Mr. _Agnew_ and Mr. _Milton_ joyned us, she woulde aske them to repeat
one Piece of Poetry after another, beginning with _Carew's_--

"He who loves a rosie Cheeke,
Or a coral Lip admires,--"

And crying at the End of eache, "Is not that lovely? Is not that
divine?" I franklie sayd I liked none of them soe much as some Mr.
_Agnew_ had recited, concluding with--

"Mortals that would, follow me,
Love Virtue: she alone is free."

Whereon Mr. _Milton_ surprised me with a suddain Kiss, to the
immoderate Mirthe of _Rose_, who sayd I coulde not have looked more
discomposed had he pretended he was the Author of those Verses. I
afterwards found he _was_; but I think she laught more than there was
neede.

We have ever been considered a sufficientlie religious Familie: that
is, we goe regularly to Church on Sabbaths and Prayer-dayes, and keepe
alle the Fasts and Festivalles. But Mr. _Milton's_ Devotion hath
attayned a Pitch I can neither imitate nor even comprehende. The
spirituall World seemeth to him not onlie reall, but I may almoste say
visible. For instance, he told _Rose_, it appears, that on _Tuesday_
Nighte, (that is the same Evening I had promised to be his,) as he went
homewards to his Farm-lodging, he fancied the Angels whisperinge in his
Eares, and singing over his Head, and that instead of going to his Bed
like a reasonable Being, he lay down on the Grass, and gazed on the
sweete, pale Moon till she sett, and then on the bright Starres till he
seemed to see them moving in a slowe, solemn Dance, to the Words, "_How
glorious is our God!_" And alle about him, he said, he _knew_, tho' he
coulde not see them, were spirituall Beings repairing the Ravages of
the Day on the Flowers, amonge the Trees, and Grasse, and Hedges; and
he believed 'twas onlie the Filme that originall Sin had spread over
his Eyes, that prevented his seeing them. I am thankful for this same
Filme,--I cannot abide Fairies, and Witches, and Ghosts--ugh! I
shudder even to write of them; and were it onlie of the more harmlesse
Sort, one woulde never have the Comforte of thinkinge to be alone. I
feare Churchyardes and dark Corners of alle Kinds; more especiallie
Spiritts; and there is o