Thus, as their hours glide on, with pleasure fraught Their careful masters brood the painful thought; Much in their mind they murmur and lament, That one fair day should be so idly spent ; And think that Heaven deals hard, to tithe their store And tax their time for preachers and the poor. Yet still, ye humbler friends, enjoy your hour, See the stout churl, in drunken fury great, Yet here Disguise, the city's vice, is seen, Nor are the nymphs that breathe the rural air These to the town afford each fresher face, Here too the 'squire, or 'squire-like farmer, talk, And hark! the riots of the Green begin, That sprang at first from yonder noisy inn; What time the weekly pay was vanish'd all, And the slow hostess scored the threat'ning wall ; What time they ask'd, their friendly feast to close, A final cup, and that will make them foes; When blows ensue that break the arm of toil, And rustic battle ends the boobies' broil. Save when to yonder Hall they bend their way, Where the grave Justice ends the grievous fray; He who recites, to keep the poor in awe, The law's vast volume-for he knows the law :To him with anger or with shame repair The injured peasant and deluded fair. Lo! at his throne the silent nymph appears, Frail by her shape, but modest in her tears ; (1) [Original MS. : How their maids languish, while their men run loose, 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 rathe 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, While Sloth with many a pang torments her slave, pride, Weeping we there was, -for MANNERS died: (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 L"-TOM BROWNE.] Beloved of Heaven, these humble lines forgive, SO THOU, when every virtue, every grace, When Honour loved and gave thee every charm, (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 termi. nated 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] |