And while she stands abash'd, with conscious eye, Yet why, you ask, these humble crimes relate, Such are their natures and their passions such, His own low pleasures and degenerate mind: (1) ["It is good for the proprietor of an estate to know that such things are, and at his own doors. He might have guessed, indeed, as a general truth, even whilst moving in his own exclusive sphere, that many a story of intense interest might be supplied by the annals of his parish. Crabbe would have taught him thus much, had he been a reader of that most sagacious of observers, most searching of moral anatomists, most graphic of poets; and we reverence this great writer not less for his genius than for his patriotism, in bravely lifting up the veil which is spread between the upper classes and the working-day world, and letting one half of mankind know what the other is about. This effect alone gives a dignity to his poetry, which poems constructed after a more Arcadian model would never have in our eyes, however pleasingly they may babble of green fields. But such wholesome incidents reach the ears of the landlord in his own particular case, most commonly through the clergyman they fall rather within his department than another's- they lie upon his beat- through his representations the sympathies of the landlord are profitably drawn out, and judiciously directed to the individual — and another thread is added to those cords of a man, by which the owner and occupant of the soil are knit together, and society is interlaced."- Quarterly Review, 1833.] And each in all the kindred vices trace, And you, ye Poor, who still lament your fate, Forbear to envy those you call the Great ; And know, amid those blessings they possess, They are, like you, the victims of distress; While Sloth with many a pang torments her slave, Fear waits on guilt, and Danger shakes the brave. Oh! if in life one noble chief appears, Great in his name, while blooming in his years; Born to enjoy whate'er delights mankind, And yet to all you feel or fear resign'd ; Who gave up joys and hopes to you unknown, For pains and dangers greater than your own : If such there be, then let your murmurs cease, Think, think of him, and take your lot in peace. And such there was: -Oh! grief, that cheeks our pride, (1) ["A rich man, what is he? Has he a frame Distinct from others? or a better name? Has he more legs, more arms, more eyes, more brains? And when he dies, for all he looks so high, He'll make as vile a skeleton as I." -TOM BROWNE.] Beloved of Heaven, these humble lines forgive, SO THOU, when every virtue, every grace, Rose in thy soul, or shone within thy face; [known (1) Lord Robert Manners, the youngest son of the Marquess of Granby and the Lady Frances Seymour, daughter of Charles duke of Somerset, was born on the 5th of February, 1758; and was placed with his brother, the late duke of Rutland, at Eton school, where he acquired, and ever after retained, a considerable knowledge of the classical authors. Lord Robert, after going through the duties of his profession on board different ships, was made captain of the Resolution, and commanded her in nine different actions, besides the last memorable one on the 12th of April, 1782, when, in breaking the French line of battle, he received the wounds which terminated his life, in the twenty-fourth year of his age. See the Annual Re gister.[This article in the Annual Register was written by Mr. Crabbe, and is now reprinted as an Appendix to " The Village."] (2) [John, Marquess of Granby, the illustrious commander-in-chief of the British forces in Germany during the Seven Years' War, died in 1770, be fore his father, the thirteenth Earl and third Duke of Rutland] Oh! ever honour'd, ever valued! say, What verse can praise thee, or what work repay? Nor trusts the tardy zeal of future days ;- Thee in their hearts, the good, the brave shall bear ; In future times, when smit with Glory's charms, (1) [Original MS: "But RUTLAND's virtues shall his griefs restrain, See some anecdotes illustrative of the Duke's tender affection for his gallant brother, antè, Vol. I. pp. 115, 117.] Tame the fierce grief and stem the rising sigh, Calmly to dwell on all that pleased before, Grey hairs and wrinkles and the cares they bring, Cease then that grief, and let those tears subside; If Passion rule us, be that passion pride; If Reason, reason bids us strive to raise Our fallen hearts, and be like him we praise; Or if Affection still the soul subdue, Bring all his virtues, all his worth in view, For how can Grief so deeply wound the heart, Grief is a foe-expel him then thy soul; |