We have another admirable translator in William Herbert. I owe my "Gunlang" to his stories from the Icelandic. How incomparably better this northern poetry than that of the Troubadours! The Icelandic seems to be a softer language than theirs, which is highly praised by people who surely never read it; for it is excessively harsh, and much resembles the Genoese. The Gauls could never scale the heights of Parnassus since Apollo drove them down with thunder and lightning.