The frantic fanaticism of this paragraph deprives us of all hope that Mr. Irving will, as we once fondly hoped, outgrow his juvenilities.

Did some ungodly specter ride with him that neither he nor his horse had been hit? By what miracle had he come through that hail of lead without so much as a scratch?

Hotspur. My name is Harry Percy. Prince. Why, then, I see / A very valiant rebel of that name. / I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, / To share with me in glory any more.

Indeed, Creation, like a number of passages in The Seasons, furnishes excellent examples of physicotheology, helpfully defined by Harry Solomon as the use of the scientific examination of nature to establish and raise admiration for the existence and providence of God.