Chapter XXXI: Book XX: Instead of ll. 54–5

“To take my way, break in on no one’s plan,
Filling a pause—‘the poor disorder’d man!’” (O.M.)

=POSTHUMOUS TALES. Variants in Crabbe MSS. in the possession of the Cambridge University Press.=

=Variants in Crabbe MSS. in the possession of Professor Edward Dowden.= These are distinguished as ‘D.’

=‘Original MS.’ readings given as footnotes in Life and Poems (1834).= These are distinguished as ‘O.M.’

Tale I.

_The Tale opens:_

There was a Youth, and we would call him poor,
Save that he wished not for one Shilling more—
No, not one Shilling; but th’ ambitious Boy
Wished for more Wealth than Mortals can enjoy:
Unbounded Treasure, such as Fancy sees
In morning Dreams and musing Reveries;
Such as in Eastern Tales Magicians hide
For their Unhappy Favourites to provide.
Such Tales our Boy from Infancy had read
With Faith enough to turn a stronger head.

_variant of_ ll. 73–4:

His Father’s Club supplied a Matchless Store
Of mental Wealth that Minds like his explore.
He did as Misers yet as Spendthrifts do:
Long to possess, and to Enjoy them too.

_variant of_ ll. 98–104:

Yet would his Mind descend to humble food:
He had a favourite Friend in Robin Hood;
Knew Philip Quarle; in Crusoe’s Isle had strayed; }
Nocturnal Visits had to Witches paid, }
And gone through haunted Halls, delighted and afraid }

_after_ l. 104:

Nor fail’d Arabian Tales his mind to please,
Peruvian, Persian, Turkish, and Chinese;
And his chief Reading both in Prose and Rhyme
He found amusing and he thought sublime.
And better these, I can but think, than some
Which now are found in Miss and Master’s room.
There lie the Moral Story—every age
From six years upwards has th’ appropriate page—
And Tales to win Attention, till the Mind
Is train’d for Novels of superior Kind.
The Heart is led on fancied Views to dote,
To live in Error and to live by rote.
But say that Love and all his naughty deeds
Are not presented to the Child that reads—
Still there’s Deception: Charles and Harry here
Are not such boys as in the World appear:
They are too good, too bad, too weak, too wise;
Children at once admire them or despise;
And, thus instructed, they’re prepared to find
Their Heroes or their Villains in Mankind,
Such Baby Wisdom in the Nursery thrives
And does small Service in their after lives.

His Father kept an humble School, and Men
Professing Law employed his ready Pen.
He measured Land, and his poor Boy with Pain
Drew o’er the stubbled Glebe a length of Chain.
He many an hungry day his Fancy fed,
And not till these his fairy Visions fled,
That so much Honour, Wealth and Glory gave,
Felt he for humble Food his fainting Nature crave.

_instead of_ ll. 183–6:

Mirrors of mighty Size and Pictures Rare,
Statues and Busts and Tap’stried Walls were there;
There Art and Nature were, ’twas said, at Strife;
Views looked like Pictures, Figures looked as Life;
And Men disputed where the Charms abide
Most worthy Praise; but no man could decide.

_after_ l. 387:

“You read your Bible?” He assenting smil’d
And grew in Favour—an improving Child.

_after_ l. 668:

Figures that Fancy or the Painter drew,
Profane and sacred, mingled in his View.

_variant of_ ll. 671–682:

The Prophet sitting in the Lions’ Den,
The Mountain Loadstone, and the marble Men—
Whatever yet to dreaming Man appear’d,
And all that Fancy ever form’d or fear’d,
And all that Reading could supply, and all
The Wonders he had view’d at Silford Hall.

_after_ l. 699:

At length our Traveller found, tho’ hard to find,
His Home, and boasted how he fared and dined.
Six Days the Lad enjoyed the Pleasures past,
And slowly settled to his Work at last.
His Tasks were heavy, and his Food was mean,
But O! the Glories he had lately seen!
Like a wild Dream upon his Mind they dwelt,
And still he prayed to feel what he had felt:
How blest, supremely blest, the favoured Race
Who lived and feasted in that glorious place.
Where all were rich and splendid, fine and gay; }
They had no Wants to fear, no Cost to pay, }
But all day long were pleased and feasted every day. }
But what, he thought with fresh Surprise, are they
Whom even these with all their Pride obey;
Whoso greater Pleasures to themselves are known,
And who can call what they behold their own?
He had no Words such pleasures to express;
’Twas not enough to call it Happiness.

_the Tale closes_:

Dream on, dear Boy! let pass a few brief years,
Replete with troubles, comforts, hopes, and fears,
Bold expectations, efforts wild and strong,
And thou shalt find thy fond conjectures wrong.
Imagination rules thee: thine are dreams,
And every thing to thee is what it seems:
Thou seest the surfaces of things, that pass
Before thee, colour’d by thy fancy’s glass.
The fact below is hidden! What is true
In that fair mansion comes not in thy view;
And thou would’st feel a new and strange surprise,
Should all within upon thy mind arise.
Thou think’st the lords of all these glorious things
Are blest supremely! so they are—like kings!
Envy them not their lofty state, my boy;
They but possess the things that you enjoy.
“Nay, but they’re lords of all you see around—
Ring but a bell, and men obey the sound;
Make but a motion, with the hand or eye,
And their attendants at the signal fly.”
True, my fair lad! but this is contract all,
For James is paid to heed his Honour’s call.
Let wages cease, and lay the livery by,
And James will heed no more than you or I.
Service has lawful bound, and that beyond
Is no obedience—’tis not in the bond.
Footman, or groom, or butler, still he knows,
So does his lord, the duty that he owes.
Labourers, you say, are grieved with daily toil—
True—but the sweater goes not with the soil;
He can change places, change his way of life,
Take new employments—nay, can take a wife;
If he offend, he knows the law’s decree,
Nor can his judge in his accuser see;
And, more than all the rest—or young or old,
Useful or useless, he cannot be sold:
Sorrow and want may in his cot be found,
But not a Slave can live on British ground.
Nor have the lords of all this wealth you see,
Their perfect freedom; few are truly free;
Who rank the highest find the check of fate,
And kings themselves are subject to their state.
Riches, and all that we desire to gain, }
Bind their possessors in a golden chain— }
’Tis kept in peril, and ’tis lost with pain. }
And thou too, Boy! wilt pass unheeding by
The scenes that now delight thine eager eye.
Dream on awhile! and there shall come a strange,
And, couldst thou see it, an amazing change.
Thou who wert late so happy, and so proud,
To be a seat with liveried men allow’d,
And would not, dared not, in thy very shame,
The titles of their noble masters name—
Titles that, scarcely known, upon thy tongue
With tremulous and erring accent hung—
Now, when accustomed to the splendid Place
And known to all of that illustrious Race;
His Senses all, and most of all his Sight,
Indulged with all that can a Sense delight;
His partial Friends, to humble Merits kind,
And to his Failings heedless if not blind;
Bound to no Duty but a wish to please,
And living like a Beggar at his ease—
Now do these Scenes delight him, doth he gaze
On objects that enchant him and amaze
In mute Surprise? oh, no! the Time is past;
Raptures and Wonders are not formed to last.
Pensive, alone, he walks the Rooms around
And seeks for Pleasure; but it is not found.
All he can see he many times has seen,
And round and round the Maze of Pleasure been.
The Pictures, now familiar to the Eye,
He owns their beauty, but he passes by;
These stately Rooms—that Park so fenced about,
Where he was free, now shut his Freedom out,
And keeps, he feels—yet fears it as a Sin,
And he ungrateful—Lassitude within.
Himself discerning, he has learned to trace
The Signs of Languor in the loveliest face.
The great, the wealthy, who cannot enjoy
What Time brings forth, would Time himself destroy;
But that a Lad from life laborious freed
Should sigh for Action, this is strange indeed;
And yet no Labours in the years gone by
Cost him the feeling witnessed in that Sigh.
Lo! now they meet and greeting seem to say,
“How dealt you, Friends, with Father Time to-day?”
When each his warfare has with Time confest,
Then all acknowledge they are yet opprest.
Our Youth has wandered in his Way and sees
The Village tribe, as he conceives, at ease;
All seeming well their Lot in Life to bear,
Because they know not his peculiar Care.
The very Beggar moves, as if he knew
That he was free his Duties to pursue;
Men, Women, Children, all appear’d to say,
“I know the Part that I must take to-day.”
All this our Youth beheld, and, with a sigh
Reflected, “Not a care in Life have I.”
Then why not seek it? Ask the man who dines
Daily on costly food and generous Wines,
Who feels no Pain, who no Complaint can make,
But only feels he can no Pleasure take—
And he will answer, that ’tis Fortune’s Will;
He may be weary, but he must be still.
Oh! had they told thee, when thou sat’st with pride,
And grateful joy, at Madam Johnson’s side,
And heard the lisping Flora, blue-eyed maid,
Bid thee be neither bashful nor afraid,
When Mrs. Jane thy burning blush had raised,
Because thy modesty and sense she praised—
Could’st thou have seen that in that place a room
Should be thine own, thy house, thy hall, thy home;
With leave to wander as thou would’st, to read
Just as thy fancy was disposed to feed,
To live with those who were so far above
Thy reach, it seem’d to thee a crime to love,
Or even admire, them!—Little didst thou know
How near approach the lofty and the low!
In all we dare, and all we dare not name,
How much the great and little are the same!
Well, thou hast tried it—thou hast closely seen
What greatness has without it, and within;
Where now the joyful expectation?—fled!
The strong anticipating spirit?—dead!

Tale III.

_Variant of title_:

THE RAKE AND COQUETTE.

_variant of_ ll. 149–50:

“Have you not heard—for though I do not mean
To start an ill opinion of your Queen—

_variant of_ ll. 220–4:

But these pass off and oh! what tempests shake
The moral view, what dire change they make!
Temper not hidden, vice no more supprest—
What stores of Discord swell in either breast.

_the Tale concludes_:

The Authors both, both Victims [of] Deceit,
Each feels the Craft that Each was doom’d to meet—
Time past in Folly or in Mischief spent,
Time present to regret and Suffering lent;
While feeble Hopes in either Bosom reign, }
That Death in time to come would snap their Chain }
And free from Thraldom one, and one release from Pain. }

Tale V.

l. 1. Withers.

_after_ l. 44:

But Flesh and Blood are only white and red,
And brown or auburn hairs adorn the head,
And the dear Creatures are but large and small—
The gay, the grave, the dwarfish or the tall.

l. 63. Vickars.

_after_ l. 121:

“But, if I must more certain Verdict give,
My Friend and Neighbour, I will bid thee live;
For Friends one would not in such times forgo,
And ’tis Revenge to sacrifice a Foe.

l. 172. Vickars.

_after_ l. 291:

“We know of Ladies who refuse to sip
The rosy Wine, nor wet the courted Lip,
Yet drink at last; and Lovers, tho’ disgraced,
At length may relish on the varying Taste.

_variant of_ ll. 449 _to end_:

But Fate more grievous than her fears could draw,
Or his Revenge forepurposed or foresaw,
Was theirs: the Carriage was with speed borne on,
And had in safety thro’ the by-way gone,
Avoiding face of Man; and now [it] sped
To the wild Heath that to the Ocean led.
Their Minds, ev’n his who drove them with such speed,
Were mov’d and troubled by the lawless Deed,
And the Way plain, for so it seem’d; their Haste
Was doubly urgent o’er the level Waste.
None saw beside them, half o’ergrown, a Cave
That sometimes Shelter to the Shepherd gave—
To them, alarm—alarming Fate to one.
The Driver saw it, but he could not shun;
His Cry awaked the Terrors, but too late;
It just preceded the unhappy fate.
Villars escaped; the youth with heavy Groan
Proclaimed abroad unheard the fractured bone.
But poor Calista fell upon the Rock,
The Cave’s foundation, nor survived the Shock.
The dying Look, that Villars thought exprest
Hope and Contrition, Fancy might suggest;
But, while he stood in Horror at the Sight,
Those brilliant Eyes were set in endless night.
A Fate like this, you may conceive, to paint
Language and Colours are too weak and faint:
The Lad in Agony with Grief and pain,
The hurried Man too wretched to complain;
But o’er the Body of the dead, her Guilt
Forgotten, and her blood by Vengeance spilt,
The very Beasts stood trembling, and the day
In cloudy Stillness slowly past away.
A Gipsy [Horde]—what time could intervene
None knows, for Darkness then had veil’d the Scene—
Led by the cry of pain, the idle Crew
Approach, and pity touch’d them at the View.
What they could do and what the Law decreed
I need not tell—what further can we need?
But from the Sense of Guilt or [Thought] of Grief
Nor Law nor Truth can yield the [Soul] Relief.
The man is old, and feeble lives retired;
Gives much, takes little—little has transpired
Of his Employments, Studies or Intent;
Thankful, ’tis said, when every Day is spent.
A Priest is with him; he has built his Tomb,
And walks and muses by the purpos’d home—
The Tomb of him who thought with too much Zeal
Of Joy on Earth; whose Curse it was to feel
And love intensely—may his Spirit know
The Joys this World could not on him bestow;
And for that world may he depart from this,
Where Zeal is Duty and where Love is bliss!

Tale VI.

_Instead of_ ll. 1–4:

I’m now of Age and, if I be in fact
Heir to a Fortune, it is mine to act.
Alas! I am no Heir, with Grief I speak
Mine is the Fortune that is yet to seek. (D.)

l. 5 _for_ And _read_ Come. (D.)

_after_ l. 6:

Yet, ere I venture on the bold design,
And one by fate, not Inclination, mine,
In a rough World ‘mid Friends and foes to dwell,
Let me to mine own Neighbours bid farewell! (D.)

_after_ l. 84:

But feebly gives the Time; the very Shore,
Methinks, resounds not as it did before;
The Market dwindles, and each humble Stall
Confounds my Sight—there’s Littleness in all.
Yet is the Shore the same, the same the Sea,
And every Change I mourn is Change in me. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 97–100:

Would I could one, a single, friend behold
Who will to me the hidden facts unfold,
One who will kindly to the Stranger show
What much he wishes and yet fears to know! (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 105–6:

For who looks backward to the Season fled,
The Man departed is the Mortal dead. (D.)

_instead of_ l. 115–6:

My hungry Mind may by Attention fill,
And like the Ghost glide softly where I will. (D.)

l. 146: To solve my Doubts: how affable and kind! (D.)

l. 148: To all my Questions, and not few have I. (D.)

_after_ l. 152:

Here, as along the sandy Shore we pace,
Shall I hear Tidings of the young and old
Of whom I took my leave—my Friend behold! (D.)

Tale VII.

_instead of_ ll. 1–4:

Farewell, my Friend, the Brother of my Heart;
With whom ’tis new, ’tis difficult, to part;
Whom I from very Infancy approved,
And never asked the Question why I loved! (D.)

l. 10. _for_ mourner _read_ Weeper. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 11–5:

My faults forgiving, sharing in my Joy,
A frank, sincere, engaging, generous Boy!
My Friend in pleasures of the passing Day,
Mine in Disputes as transient as they,
Each other’s Champion, never sought the Cause. (D.)

l. 13: At School each other’s prompter, and at play.

_instead of_ ll. 21–2:

And made that first Impression on my breast
That rested not—perchance will never rest. (D.)

l. 23. _for_ fancy _read_ Passion. (D.)

_instead of_ l. 24:

I heard and shudder’d at th’ expected Wound. (D.)

_after_ l. 24:

And thus we parted, with the same design:
He had his Care in View, and I had mine.
We wrote not, could not write; nor had we Woes
In sentimental Sadness to disclose.
Ours were the daily Troubles, such as Men
Feel, keenly feel, but give not to the pen—
Wounds that in after time may heal indeed,
But pain us sorely while they’re fresh and bleed;
Cares of the World and of the troubled Day,
That in new Troubles die and pass away.
But I must cease; or, speaking of my Friend,
The Pain and Pleasure would not quickly end. (D.)

Tale VIII.

l. 24. rueful meditation.

_instead of_ ll. 24–32:

Hour after Hour in rueful Dulness sate,
Puzzled and teizing every Boy at Hand;
But, having all at last in his Command,
All that he needed, and of that possessed—
Who would, might think and labour for the rest.
Knowledge to win was useless when obtained,
As much as told him what he lost or gained;
If he had envied Newton, it had been
But for the Mint of Money he had seen. (D.)

l. 109: The Vermin of the Customs and Excise. (D.)

l. 118: some have failed.

l. 119: And neither fled the Power nor—satisfied. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 126–7:

And to be One in a Concern so Grand }
Was a rare Prospect—if it could be planned: }
Why, he might build an House, and round it buy him Land! }

l. 129: Might condescend in such Abode to dwell. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 132–3:

For he had heard in former Days the Chair }
Was filled with Honour by a worthy Mayor, }
Who had sold Cheese and Vinegar—so there! (D.)}

l. 159: Join’d with his Sorrow, Penitence, and Shame. (D.)

l. 163: And courts with patient Care the Gains he spurn’d. (D.)

Tale IX.

_Instead of_ ll. 7–10:

Jane, a sick Mother’s Child who dying knew
What, when alone, her widow’d Man would do,
And, having power, left Jane enough to live
A Life of Ease, which none, she judged, would give. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 29–30:

Her Talents thus improv’d and thus employ’d,
Her Cares are Comforts and her Hours enjoyed. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 39–41:

And often said, “What means the idle Boy;
Will none his Talents and his Hands employ?”
Alas! my Friend, thy Care was all in vain:
That Boy had got the Bee within his Brain;
But for thy Peace with grateful Heart he pray’d. (D.)

l. 51: For then all childish Fancies take their Flight.

l. 96. _for_ Sat down _read_ Appear’d. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 97–9:

The Thoughts I guess not she appear’d to read,
When there came one a Stranger’s Cause to plead—
A Stranger she, and enter’d in that Cause.

l. 106: “True I’m his Mistress, am”—— “But what is he?” (D.)

l. 106: but then what is he?

l. 112: The Fiend he served, then prompting his Deceit.

_after_ l. 130:

Reproach and Shame the peaceful Muse offend,
And Tales of Vice and Error soon should end. (D.)

l. 148: The Lover sought with all a Lover’s Skill. (D.)

l. 158: Who were as happy as they were before. (D.)

_after_ l. 158:

Yet such his Influence that his Victim found
Her Bosom wounded with a hopeless Wound. (D.)

l. 159: Not so his Victim.

l. 167: The open Insult or the secret Pain. (D.)

Tale X.

l. 5: Adieu, thou noble Pile, I kiss the sacred Ground. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 24–5:

So to her Chaplain she the one commends,
And to the sick the village doctor sends.

_instead of_ l. 27:

And keeps the antient Credit of the Hall.

_after_ l. 64:

And loves the Part unseen from what is now in sight. (D.)

_after_ l. 66:

Is not the idle Scheme of a projecting Hand. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 80–4:

This is the Spring; then Summer comes in pride, }
Pure, silent streams, here hid and there discried, }
Feed the unnumbered fry, that there glide; }
Then steals th’ Autumnal Prospect o’er the Leaf. (D.)

_instead of_ l. 84:

Then steals th’ Autumnal Prospect o’er the Leaf.

l. 105. _for_ behold _read_ survey. (D.)

l. 106: That Seat so honour’d, honour’d in decay. (D.)

Tale XI.

_After_ l. 10:

Here some for Cinders are in Ovens made,
There Iron bars by Stacks of Deal are laid.

_instead of_ ll. 21–2:

There is no Merchant, far or near, supplied
With so much Store: no wonder he has Pride! (D.)

_after_ l. 58:

But I must leave this lofty Man of Trade
To make my Fortune—his is ready made. (D.)

_variant of_ ll. 66–8:

And the Man waits till One advances more;
What time the Lady, gliding through the Crowd,
Makes her advance as she proceeds, aloud.

_instead of_ ll. 77–8:

It is our Alms-house: men in years decay’d
Are here sustain’d, once flourishing in Trade. (D.)

l. 106: Would fain the Kindness that supports him hide. (D.)

_after_ l. 140:

And, when I Male or female have addrest,
I see them count the Buttons on my breast.

Tale XII.

_Instead of_ ll. 9–14:

Office and Wealth, and with disdain he sees
His Brother Burgess in pursuit of these.
He goes to Church and he is so content,
Because his Father and his kindred went;
But still some Reasons for Dissent he states,
And on this point, at least, prevaricates. (D.)

_variant of_ l. 10:

Of Wealth increasing, till he said “No more.”

_after_ l. 10:

Office he hates, and with Disdain he sees
His Brother seeking or possessing these.

_variant of_ ll. 11–4:

He goes to Church, but is not quite content; }
He goes indeed, because his Father went; }
But he has Bias leaning to Dissent. }
Reasons for this and all Dissent be gives,
And thus at Variance with himself he lives.

_variant of_ ll. 23–4:

James then retorts, “’Tis better this than place
Your Hopes upon his Lordship or his Grace.”

_variant of_ ll. 29–32:

“They call you loyal, and you use your Call
To gain a Something by attempting all;
And, if this Treasure to your Coffer bring,
The Slave no wonder cries, ‘God save the King.’”

_after_ l. 36

“Do change your Name, and let our Father’s live
In all the Credit Loyalty will give.”

_after_ l. 66:

Hear then, while I the pleasing fact reveal }
And prove that Men, nay Men of Party, feel, }
And Love, when nicely moved, Conflicting Tempers heal. }

Tale XIII.

l. 2: Whom, would a man describe he calls her Blue. (D.)

Whom when a Man describes, he calls her Blue.

l. 4: The Men grew shy, and Women grew afraid. (D.)

l. 6: And the same Love for learned Lore profess. (D.)

And all her Love for learned Lore profess.

_after_ l. 13:

Men toil for Learning half their younger Days,
Yet fail to give it in their Ladies Praise. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 24–5:

Miranda loves about her Chair to see
As many Men as can collected be. (D.)

l. 24. Diana.

l. 27: And passes thus her Mornings and her Nights. (D.)

_after_ l. 33:

For its own Life with other Creeds to shift. (D.)

For its own Life with other Creeds to shift.

_after_ l. 41:

In all political Concerns at Home
She tells us what they did in Greece and Rome;
Of their Intrigues and Actions takes a View,
And knows as well what we ourselves should do. (D.)

l. 69. _for_ Joanna _read_ her. l. 70. Diana.

_instead of_ l. 77:

He should be thought or difficult or dry.

He should be thought or difficult or dry. (D.)

_after_ l. 85:

As Critic she each Author’s Merit weighs
And doles them out the due return of Praise;
With equal Weight her many Censures fall,
She knows the Merit and the Faults of all.
Long are the Letters she receives, and fond
She seems of Authors who will correspond.
These to her humbler friends she proudly shows,
And tells what literary Debts she owes;
How many send her Works that give her Pain;
She will be just! and they, alas! are vain,
The foolish Creatures will her Judgment ask,
And then they blame her Sentence—such her Task!
Though she herself a ready Mistress makes
Of every Science that she undertakes,
Yet four or five are all she knows at most
All she has mustered and can truly boast. (D.)

l. 105. _for_ the envious mass _read_ capricious man.

l. 107. _for_ the world _read_ proud man.

_after_ l. 109:

“But where the learned Lady?” “Who, Sir, who?” }
“She, my good Friend, who every Science knew; }
The Triflers of her sex and ours pronounced her Blue.
(D.)}

l. 120. Diana Tompson.

_after_ l. 129:

And those who once around her Table drew
Are now diminished to an humble Few.

_after_ l. 131:

Not that such Guests were by the palate led,
Or would have aught except the Spirit fed;
Yet, while the food of minds the men pursue,
They judge it well to feed the Body too.
The Frame’s supporters without that supply, }
The Nerves, become unstrung; the Spirits fly, }
And e’en the Tongue itself grows weary, faint, and dry; }
And, like a noble but neglected Steed,
Drops in the Race and falters in his speed.
Diana’s Care displeased the selfish Crew,
And all forsook her but a generous few.
With these was Michael Sprat—let none deride
A learned Sadler, or a Sadler’s pride!
Him the wise Lady to her Friendship took, }
And chose a Man as she would choose a Book— }
For the intrinsic Worth, and not the outward Look. }
Beside the Lady Michael took his chair,
And people talked about the learned Pair;
And vulgar Tongues, alas! a numerous Kind,
Who cannot feel how Mind is mixed with Mind,
Began the subject in such way to treat
As if such Lady could be indiscreet;
And, that the venom of such tongues might cease,
They chose to marry and to live in peace.
Now mark their Malice: when the learned Maid
Had such a price for Reputation paid,
The Guest at once the wedded friends forsook
And left the Lady to her Spouse and Book.
Still worse, the man ungratefully denied
T’ assist the studies of his Friend and Bride;
Retracted all that he had said before,
And would be saddled with such Tasks no more!
And, how they liv’d and lov’d from year to year,
Or how they studied, does not yet appear.
At length the Sadler died; but yet not now
Would Men the Honour of the Past allow. (D.)

_after_ l. 149:

Now had this Lady with a common View
Married, and done as other Ladies do;
Attended only to the poor Concerns
Which any Woman without Genius learns;
Govern’d her Household in a decent Way,
And taught her Nurslings how to read and pray.
Had she, the Mistress of a mighty Mind,
Her Pride to this and to her House confined,
Known Pig from Veal, consulted with her Cook,
And only read, not criticised, a Book—
Such is the World, it had the Life approv’d,
And ten to one the Husband’s self had lov’d. (D.)

Tale XIV.

_Variant of Title:_

THE WIDOW SOPHIA.

_the Tale opens:_

Some female Minds are with such Strength endued,
Man they excell in genuine Fortitude.
A Widow now, Sophia once sustained
The Toils of War and in a Camp remained. (D.)

_instead of_ l. 8:

By Reasons powerful at such time, to wed.

_instead of_ ll. 36–7:

She is not one at tales of Woe to faint,
Or weep at Sorrows dreaming Poets paint. (D.)

_variant of_ ll. 46–7:

“Where now the Lady, with that mental strength
And even Temper, does she rest at length?
Weds she again, and does her second Choice
In all her strength and Energies rejoice? (D.)

l. 54: _for_ yet young was _read_ expiring.

l. 93: Nay, and for his, the Voyage would undertake. (D.)

l. 96: The Rage of Men who could not hold their Prey. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 114–5:

The Husband died; and, having now the Skill
To know a Wife, judicious was his Will. (D.)

_instead of_ l. 169:

And largely mixt with Sorrow and Contempt.

Tale XV.

_Instead of_ l. 21:

Who will Belinda wed? it seems, must Chance decide.

_after_ l. 30:

The Butcher brought it, ’tis the Butcher’s Care;
’Tis cooked below, but how she cannot tell;
Above ’tis eaten, and so all is well. (D.)

_after_ l. 33:

For some are born to eat what some are born to earn. (D.)

l. 45: _for_ her critic’s indolence _read_ that springs from Indolence.

_after_ l. 64:

Not yet from Scotland came the yearly set
That put all Europe in the Author’s Debt.

_instead of_ ll. 100–1:

She wonders why the Butcher brings his Bill;
She wonders why a Tradesman will not trust.

l. 108: _for_ fretted _read_ petted.

l. 111:

That she shall faint and die; she faints but never dies.

_after_ l. 131:

Who for no venturous Deed the Praise assumes,
But bills and coos and smooths her shining Plumes. (D.)

Tale XVI.

_Variant of Title:_

THE WEALTHY MERCHANT AND CONSCIENCIOUS CLERK.

l. 4: For—but the terms are only known to friends (D.)

l. 15: Her he immures and fixes in her stead. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 25–6:

The cruel Man who robs him fain would lend
Aid to his Grief—his Grief is near its End. (D.)

_after_ l. 45:

There are who reason, but in reasoning stray
Because they deviate from the plain, right Way;
Who by their own just feelings might abide
And seldom need a Caution or a Guide. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 51–2:

In paths of Danger and beware of Sleep—
A Guide he needed, for his Mind was slow. (D.)

l. 75: I from this bold, bad Spirit must depart. (D.)

_after_ l. 79:

Thus reasoned John who, by his feelings led,
Had from his Place as from Contagion fled. (D.)

l. 96: “But, O my Conscience, be not you beguiled.” (D.)

_after_ l. 97:

“’Twas thus I left John Pewit; can you state
How he and Conscience finished their Debate?” (D.)

_instead of_ l. 112:

The Wife whom now her Husband’s Death had freed.

_instead of_ l. 122:

The Man now left appeared awhile as one.

_after_ l. 170:

’Tis a dull story, and of one so vile
I have no Hope that I can raise a Smile;
But from a Life so vile, a Death so swift,
Reflecting Man a moral thought may sift.

Tale XVII.

_Variant of Title:_

THE FRIENDS.

l. 23. _for_ in their maturer _read_ that in their quiet.

_instead of_ l. 45:

Not with embroidery rich nor pieced and poor.

_variant of_ l. 86:

And are the Parents of that Pair allied?

_instead of_ ll. 159–60:

For now the Quay and Shipping, once his pride,
Were with his blue Surtout laid all aside.

_instead of_ ll. 247–8:

For they alone, by Love and Hope sustained,
The Sole Advantage of the Visit gained.

l. 335. _for_ Just then her chance _read_ Then ’twas her chance.

_instead of_ l. 357:

But in his Breast no more a Flame would grow
For her whose Heart a second Love could know.

Tale XVIII.

l. 11. _for_ stiff sailors _read_ strong Spirits.

l. 146. _for_ For man’s _read_ At man’s.

_after_ l. 194:

Once more he said, “What more must now be past?”
The Captain call’d and made that Once the Last.

_after_ l. 260:

The storm without, within them—but I dwell
Too long in telling what I dread to tell.

Tale XIX.

l. 137. _for_ rises _read_ offered.

l. 171. _for_ sea _read_ Seat.

l. 195. _for_ her lips _read_ those.

Tale XX.

_After_ l. 29:

“Suppose I err, yet still your Son has shewn
That he believes his Father’s Lands his own—
Not his in Strictness of the Law, but yet
By an implied and uncontracted Debt.

_after_ l. 176:

“He who beheld thee in thy Closet—none
In Sight, in hearing—thou, it seemed, alone.

_instead of_ ll. 183:

“Go to thy trial! me thou may’st believe,
Yet doubt of that; but me thou may’st deceive.
Him thou can’st not, and so may I with thee.

Tale XXII.

_Variant of title_:

THE FRIEND.

_instead of_ l. 14:

He was not made their Victim or their Dupe.

_instead of_ ll. 51–2:

May now present a face of Griefs and pains,
Where not a Grace or sprightly Look remains. (D.)

_instead of_ ll. 80–1:

But, though her Precepts I had not obeyed,
Religious thoughts had made my Soul afraid. (D.)

l. 147:

“Something to sweeten Labour; What care I?” (D.)

_after_ l. 196:

Of his successful Voyage we know full well;
But I of no discovered Worlds can tell. (D.)

l. 200: _for_ worst _read_ Ease. (D.)

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES PREVIOUSLY PRINTED.

=Variants in transcripts from Belvoir MSS.= These are distinguished as ‘B.’

=Variants in Crabbe MSS. in the possession of the Cambridge University Press.= These are distinguished as ‘U.P.’

=Variants in Crabbe MSS. in the possession of Mrs. Mackay.= These are distinguished as ‘M.’

STORM AND CALM.

l. 42. The noon and night.

l. 54. powers. (B.)

BELVOIR CASTLE.

_Title._ _for_ Written at the request of the Duchess Dowager of Rutland ... _read_ Written at the request of Mary Isabella, Duchess Dowager of Rutland ...

l. 18. _for_ recess _read_ keep.

l. 51. _for_ Then _read_ There.

l. 69. _for_ massy _read_ mossy.

_after_ l. 74:

“I fear, when this my noble Work decays,
None then shall live a rival Pile to raise.

_after_ l. 78:

In the still Night and in his Hours of Rest }
Thoughts of the kind in Dreams his Soul possess’d; }
He view’d the Place he lov’d, and what he felt express’d:
}
“Hail, favorite Seat, The Valley’s Crown and Pride!
Would in thy Glory thou might’st still abide,
Nor feel the Lapse of Ages; but thy Doom,
Strong as Thou art, and Beautiful, must come.
When thou art then but as a Ruin known,
And a new Structure to that Age is shown,
Like the First Temple’s shall thy Fortune be;
The Old shall sigh an humble Dome to see;
That Lord himself will say—‘In ancient Time,
Not in our days, were built the Towers Sublime;
We cannot equal Works so grand, so vast;
The Wealth is wanted, and the Power is past,
Gone is the Glory of the far-fam’d Hill;
The Sons arrive not at their Fathers’ Skill,
O’er what vast space the Noble Ruins press,
And Time has done what Time cannot redress.’”

l. 79. _for_ sigh’d _read_ spake.

l. 111. _for_ kingdoms _read_ islands.

l. 112. _for_ And one great sovereign _read_ And but one sovereign.

_after_ l. 116:

“And all thy Building can of Fate obtain
Is, that with his some Portion may remain.”

_after_ l. 120:

“I see them yet; Those Terraces I trace,
That noble Tower, that light but sacred Place.
Yes Time shall be that, what the Vision told,
In very Truth shall that blest Age behold;
And then this Mansion I so proudly made,
These strong Foundations for my Glory laid,
Shall to another yield its honour’d Name,
And a new Belvoir shine in cloudless Fame.”

l. 123. _for_ pile shall mine _read_ Work shalt thou.

l. 124. _for_ his _read_ them.

l. 125. _for_ its _read_ thy. (B.)

LINES WRITTEN AT WARWICK.

_Variant of title_:

GUY OF WARWICK. A POEM IN PRAISE OF GUY.

l. 12. _for_ some _read_ her.

l. 39. her food was men. (U.P.)

ON A DRAWING OF THE ELM TREE, ETC.

_Variant of title_:

A DRAWING OF THE WATERLOO TREE.

_after_ l. 6:

Of him who bad the World’s disturber cease
From his dire course, and gave the Nations peace.

l. 14. _for_ thy _read_ this.

l. 19. Shall see thy glory.

l. 20. _for_ a _read_ their.

_after_ l. 27:

In times far off shall the ambitious Muse
That Field of Glory for her subject choose;
When every spot where noble deeds were done—
And not a spot was there unmarked by one—
Each little space, unknown thro’ many a year,
Shall then in some immortal verse appear.
Here fell some Hero; there the foe began
To feel his Fate and learn that he was Man,
And doomed to yield—not now, as when he fled }
Through Northern Climes, and o’er the frozen Bed }
Of Icy Death, and o’er the unwounded Dead— }
But Man to Man, and Troop to Troop, the last
Hard Strife for Conquest—and then all was past.
Here stood this Tree, and, tho’ no more it stands,
Its very Picture our Respect commands,
Thanks to the Skill that gives to many an Eye
The view that every Heart must gratify.
Trees may, perhaps, of loftier kind be found,
But none more glorious in the World around.

_after_ l. 30:

Yet no Memorial shall that Field require
That shall the Soldier, that the Britton, fire;
And many a Pilgrim to that Field shall go, }
To see where stood the Chief when fled the Foe, }
And talk at his return of Deeds at Waterloo. (U.P.)}

ON RECEIVING ... A PRESENT OF A RING.

_After_ l. 26:

The fond Esteem by Time endear’d,
The Worth respected, lov’d, revered,
Of either Heart the Knowledge gain’d
That nothing there is false or feign’d,
And all the dear domestic Cares
And Joys that Friendship soothes or shares. (U.P.)

TO A LADY ... AT SIDMOUTH.

_Instead of_ ll. 3–4:

Must go, and leave my aching Heart,
What must that Heart adore, behind me.

l. 21. _for_ makes _read_ wakes.

l. 28. _for_ those _read_ more. (B.)

TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY....

_Title._ _The date_, 4 March 1814, _is added_.

l. 6. _for_ a _read_ the.

l. 12. _for_ to _read_ do.

l. 13. _for_ should _read_ to. (B.)

l. 5. _for_ As _read_ Like.

l. 7. _for_ when _read_ while.

l. 8: He checks the Spirit that he tries to raise.

l. 22: Those Charms that seize the Eye or win the Heart.

l. 23. _for_ propitious _read_ returning. (M.)

THE FRIEND IN LOVE.

l. 4: By borrowing Friendship’s softer Name.

_instead of_ ll. 6–7:

And yet must all the Signs suppress,
Nor look for those soft Smiles that cure.

l. 9: When she kind Looks to others lend.

l. 11. _for_ then _read_ yet.

l. 12. _for_ torments _read_ tears.

l. 15: And ever angry Thought correct.

l. 17. _for_ such _read_ these.

l. 19. _for_ These _read_ The. _for_ hope _read_ hopes.

l. 20. _for_ These _read_ The. (B.)

[ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY.]

l. 16. _for_ Thou wouldst _read_ He would.

l. 18. _for_ thy _read_ his.

l. 20. _for_ wrest _read_ arrest. (U.P.)

LINES ADDRESSED TO THE DOWAGER DUCHESS OF RUTLAND.

l. 12. _for_ Three _read_ These.

l. 18. _for_ temper _read_ tender. _for_ cried _read_ said.

l. 19. _for_ test _read_ proof.

l. 35. _for_ say _read_ cry.

l. 40. _for_ in _read_ on. (B.)

BIBLIOGRAPHY

OF CRABBE’S POEMS.

BY A. T. BARTHOLOMEW.

_Arranged in chronological order of publication._

1772.

1. Solitude.

Thirteen stanzas, signed ‘G. Ebbare,’ which appeared in _The
Lady’s Magazine, or Entertaining Companion for the Fair Sex_
... September, 1772. London: Robinson, 25 Paternoster Row.

2. A Song. (As Chloe fair, etc.)

Four numbered stanzas, signed ‘G. Ebbare,’ which appeared in
_The Lady’s Magazine_ ... September, 1772. London: Robinson,
25 Paternoster Row.

3. To Emma.

Four stanzas, signed ‘G. Ebbaae,’ and dated _Suffolk, Oct.
15, 1772_, with the motto, ‘_Multa cadunt inter calicem
supremaque labra_,’ which appeared in _The Lady’s Magazine_
... October, 1772. London: Robinson, 25 Paternoster Row.

4. Despair.

A duologue between Tyrsis and Damon, signed ‘G. Ebbare,’
with the motto

_Heu mihi!
Quod nullis amor medicabilis herbis._ OVID.

which appeared in _The Lady’s Magazine_ ... November, 1772.
London: Robinson, 25 Paternoster Row.

5. Cupid.

Five stanzas, signed ‘G. Ebbare,’ with the motto

_Whoe’er thou art, thy master know;
He has been, is, or shall be so,_

which appeared in _The Lady’s Magazine_ ... November, 1772.
London: Robinson, 25 Paternoster Row.

6. Song. (Cease to bid me not to sing, etc.)

Two stanzas signed ‘G. Ebbare,’ which appeared in _The
Lady’s Magazine_ ... November, 1772. London: Robinson, 25
Paternoster Row.

1775.

7. [Inebriety. A poem in three parts. Ipswich: Printed and sold by C.
Punchard, Bookseller, in the Butter-Market, 1775.]

_Collation_: 4º, pp. iii. 49.

Price one shilling and sixpence. The copy used for this
description wants title-page. Title and imprint are taken from
Poetical Works (1834), vol. 1. p. 28.

1780.

8. [The Candidate. A Poetical Epistle to the Authors of the Monthly
Review. London: H. Payne, opposite Marlborough House, Pall-Mall,
1780.]

_Collation_: [4º, pp. 34.]

No copy seen. Title, imprint and collation are taken from
Poetical Works (1834), vol. 1. p. 55.

1781.

9. The Library. A poem. London: Printed for J. Dodsley, Pail-Mall,
1781.

_Collation_: 4º, pp. 34.

Price 2_s._

1783.

10. The Library. A Poem. By the Rev. George Crabbe, Chaplain to His
Grace the Duke of Rutland. The second edition. London: Printed for
J. Dodsley, Pall-Mall, 1783.

_Collation_: 4º, pp. 34.

Price 2_s._

11. The Village: a Poem. In two books. By the Rev. George Crabbe,
Chaplain to His Grace the Duke of Rutland, &c. London: Printed for
J. Dodsley, Pall-Mall, 1783.

_Collation_: 4º, pp. 38.

Price 2_s._ 6_d._

1785.

12. The News-Paper: a Poem. By the Reverend George Crabbe, Chaplain to
His Grace the Duke of Rutland. London: Printed for J. Dodsley, in
Pall-Mall, 1785.

_Collation_: 4º, pp. viii. 29.

Price 2_s._ Dedicated to Lord Edward Thurlow.

1807.

13. Poems. By the Rev. George Crabbe, LL.B. London: Printed for J.
Hatchard, Piccadilly, 1807.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxiv. 256.

_Contents_:
The Village.
The Parish Register.
The Library.
The Newspaper.
The Birth of Flattery.
Reflections upon the subject—

“_Quid juvat errores, mersâ jam puppe, fateri?
Quid lacrymae delicta juvant commissa secutæ?_”

Sir Eustace Grey.
The Hall of Justice.
Woman!

1808.

14. Poems. Second edition [revised]. London: J. Hatchard, 1808.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxvii. 258.

_Contents_: same as no. 13.

15. Poems. Third edition. London: J. Hatchard, 1808.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxvii. 258.

_Contents_: same as no. 13.

1810.

16. The Borough: a Poem in twenty-four letters. By the Rev. G. Crabbe,
LL.B. London: Printed for J. Hatchard, Piccadilly, 1810.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xl. 344.

Dedicated to the Duke of Rutland.

17. The Borough. Second edition, revised. London: J. Hatchard, 1810.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xlv. 347.

Price 12_s._ in boards.

18. The Borough. Third edition. 2 vols. London: J. Hatchard, 1810.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. xlvi. 179. pp. 211.

1812.

19. Poems. Sixth edition. 2 vols. London: J. Hatchard, 1812.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xlv. 127. pp. 223.

_Contents_: same as no. 13.

20. Poems. Seventh edition. London: J. Hatchard, 1812.

21. The Borough. Fourth edition. 2 vols. London: J. Hatchard, 1812.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xlvi. 179. pp. 211.

22. Tales. By the Rev. George Crabbe, LL.B. London: Printed for J.
Hatchard, Piccadilly, 1812.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxii. 398.

Back label: Tales in Verse.

Dedicated to Isabella, Duchess Dowager of Rutland.

23. Tales. Second edition. 2 vols. London: J. Hatchard, 1812.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. xxiii. 205. pp. 235.

1813.

24. The Borough. Fifth Edition.

_Collation_: 8º.

1814.

25. Tales. Fifth edition. London: J. Hatchard, 1814.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxii. 398.

1816.

26. Poems. Eighth edition. London: J. Hatchard, 1816.

_Collation_: 12º, pp. xxxiv. 249.

_Contents_: same as no. 13.

27. The Borough. Sixth edition. London: J. Hatchard, 1816.

_Collation_: 12º, pp. xxxi. 292.

1819.

28. Tales of the Hall. By the Rev. George Crabbe, LL.B. In two
volumes. London: John Murray, Albemarle-Street, 1819.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxiv. 326. pp. viii. 353.

Dedicated to the Duchess of Rutland.

29. Tales of the Hall. New edition. 2 vols. London: John Murray, 1819.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxiv. 326. pp. viii. 353.

1820.

30. Tales of the Hall. 3 vols. London: John Murray, 1820.

_Collation_: 8º.

31. The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe, LL.B. In seven volumes.
London: John Murray, Albemarle-Street, 1820.

_Collation_ and _Contents_:

Vol. 1. 8º, pp. xxxiv. 249 _contains_ Poems (1807).
Vol. 2. 8º, pp. xxxi. 292 _contains_ The Borough.
Vol. 3. 8º, pp. xxii. 224 _contains_ Tales (1812),
1–10.
Vol. 4. 8º, pp. 255 _contains_ Tales (1812), 11–21.
Vol. 5. 8º, pp. xxiii. 203 _contains_ Tales of the
Hall. Books 1–8.
Vol. 6. 8º, pp. vii. 218 _contains_ Tales of the Hall.
Books 9–14.
Vol. 7. 8º, pp. vii. 234 _contains_ Tales of the Hall.
Books 15–22.

32. Works.... 5 vols. London: John Murray, 1820.

_Collation_: 8º.

_Contents_: same as no. 31.

1822.

33. Works.... 7 vols. London: John Murray, 1822.

_Collation_: 8º.

_Contents_: same as no. 31.

[1822.]

34. Lines by the Rev. George Crabbe, L.L.B. (Of old, when a Monarch of
England appear’d, etc.) Printed by James Ballantyne and Company,
for William Blackwood.

_Collation_: 4º, pp. 3.

Ten Stanzas dated _Edinburgh, August 15, 1822_.

1823.

35. Works.... 5 vols. London: John Murray, 1823.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xxxi. 286. xxxviii. 395. xxiv. 446.
viii. 342. viii. 353.

_Contents_: same as no. 31.

1829.

36. Lines addressed to the Dowager Duchess of Rutland.

Included in _The Casket, a Miscellany, consisting of
unpublished poems_. pp. 142–3. London: John Murray, 1829.

[1829.]

37. The Poetical Works of George Crabbe, complete in 1 vol. [with
Memoir]. Paris: W. Galignani & Co. [1829.]

_Collation_: 4º, pp. 319.

_Contents_: same as no. 31.

1832.

38. Beauties of the Rev. George Crabbe. With a biographical sketch.
London: Effingham Wilson, 1832.

_Collation_: pp. xii. 132.

39. Cullings from Crabbe, with a memoir of his life and notices of his
writings. Bath: T. Taylor, 1832.

_Collation_: 12º, pp. 62.

_Contents_: Extracts, with titles supplied by the editor.

1834.

40. The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: with his letters and
journals, and his life by his Son. In eight volumes. London: John
Murray, Albemarle Street, MDCCCXXXIV.

_Collation_ and _Contents_:

Vol. 1. sm. 8º, pp. xi. 322 _contains_ Life of ... Crabbe by
his Son. [Fragments of verse are interspersed.]

Vol. 2. sm. 8º, pp. viii. 335 _contains_:

The Library.
The Village.
The Newspaper.
The Parish Register.
The Birth of Flattery.
Reflections upon the subject—_Quid juvat errores_,
etc.
Sir Eustace Grey.
The Hall of Justice.
Woman!
[Selections from Parts I and II of] Inebriety.

Ye Gentle Gales.
Mira.
Hymn.
The Wish. (Give me, ye Powers, etc.)
The Comparison.
Goldsmith to the Author.
Fragment. “Lord, what is man, etc.”
The Resurrection.
My Birth-Day.
To Eliza.
Life.
The Sacrament.
Night.
Fragment, written at Midnight.
Time.
The Choice.
The Candidate.

Vol. 3. sm. 8º, pp. viii. 311 _contains_ The Borough. Letters
1–19.

Vol. 4. sm. 8º, pp. viii. 317 _contains_:

The Borough. Letters 20–24.
The Ladies of the Lake.
Infancy—a fragment.
The Magnet.
Storm and Calm.
Belvoir Castle.
The World of Dreams.
Tales (1812), 1–8.

Vol. 5. sm. 8º, pp. viii. 297 _contains_:

Tales (1812), 9–21.
Flirtation.
Lines in Laura’s Album.
Lines written at Warwick.
On a drawing of the Elm Tree....
On receiving ... a Ring.
To a Lady, with ... extracts.
To a Lady, ... at Sidmouth.
To Sarah, Countess of Jersey.
To a Lady who desired verses....

Vol. 6. sm. 8º, pp, viii. 295 _contains_ Tales of the Hall.
Books 1–11.

Vol. 7. sm. 8º, pp, viii. 298 _contains_ Tales of the Hall.
Books 12–22.

Vol. 8. sm. 8º, pp. viii. 317 _contains_ Posthumous Tales.

_Illustrations_: In Vols. 1–7 frontispieces and title-vignettes
engraved by Finden after Stanfield. In Vol. 8 portrait of
Crabbe engraved by Finden after T. Phillips, and
title-vignette engraved by Finden after Stanfield.

41. [Epitaph for William Springall Levett.]

Printed in _R. Green’s History of Framlingham_ (Lond.,
1834), p. 163; and in _Poetical Works_ (1834), vol. 1. p. 21.

1835.

42. Poetical Works ... with his letters and journals, and life by his
Son. 8 vols. London: John Murray, 1835.

_Collation_: sm. 8º.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

43. Poetical Works.... 2 vols. in one. London: T. Allman, E.
Spettigue, 1835.

_Collation_: 16º, pp. 192.

_Contents_: same as no. 13.

1836.

44. Poetical Works ... with his letters and journals, and life by his
Son. 8 vols. London: John Murray, 1836.

_Collation_: sm. 8º.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

1837.

45. Poetical Works ... with his life. London: C. Daly, 1837.

_Collation_: 16º, pp. 213.

_Contents_: same as no. 13.

With portrait of Crabbe.

1847.

46. Poetical Works ... with his letters and journals, and life by his
Son. New edition. 8 vols. London: John Murray, 1847.

_Collation_: sm. 8º.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

47. The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe, edited by
his Son. Complete in one volume. With portrait and vignette.
London: John Murray, 1847.

_Collation_: la. 8º, pp. xii. 587.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

_Illustrations_: Portrait after Phillips and title-vignette
after Leslie.

1854.

48. Life and Poetical Works ... edited by his Son. Complete in one
volume. New edition, with portrait and vignette. London: John
Murray, 1854.

_Collation_: la. 8º, pp. viii. 584.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

_Illustrations_: same as no. 47.

The engraved title is dated 1851.

[1854.]

49. The Borough.

Included in the _Universal Library_. _Poetry._ Vol. III. pp.
74. London: Nathaniel Cooke [1854].

Two illustrations.

50. Tales (1812).

Included in the _Universal Library_. _Poetry._ Vol. III. pp.
vi. 81. London: Nathaniel Cooke [1854].

Two illustrations.

[1855.]

51. Poetical Works ... with life. Edinburgh: Gall and Inglis; London:
Houlston and Stoneman [1855].

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xvi. 496.

1856.

52. Die Zeitung. Ein Lehrgedicht. Nach dem Englischen von C. Abel.
Berlin: J. E. Huber, 1856.

_Collation_: 16º, pp. 30.

1857.

53. Георгъ Краббъ и его произвеценія, сочиненіе А. Дружинин. [George
Crabbe and his productions by A. Druzhinin. With Extracts.] St.
Petersburg, 1857.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. 230.

1858.

54. De Kerkregisters, naar het Engelsch door K. Sijbrandi. Amsterdam:
J. D. Sijbrandi, 1858.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. 156.

_Illustrations_: Three lithographs by C. W. Mieling.

55. Poetical Works. New edition, illustrated. With a life [by W. R.].
London: G. Routledge, 1858.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xx. 466.

_Contents_: same as nos. 13 + 16 + 22.

_Illustrations_: Eight engravings after Birket Foster.

1861.

56. Life and Poetical Works ... by his Son. A new and complete
edition, with portrait and engravings. London: John Murray, 1861.

_Collation_: la. 8º, pp. viii, 584.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

_Illustrations_: Portrait after T. Phillips; together with
title-vignette and six engravings after Leslie, Stanfield, and
Westall.

The engraved title is dated 1860.

[1863.]

57. The Parish-Register and other poems [viz. The Village, The
Library, Sir Eustace Grey, Woman!] by G. Crabbe. And the Sabbath
and other poems by J. Grahame, with memoirs of the authors.
London, Edinburgh: W. and R. Chambers [1863].

_Collation_: 16º, pp. (for Crabbe) xiv. 15–128.

1866.

58. Life and Poetical Works ... by his Son. A new and complete
edition, with portrait and engravings. London: John Murray, 1866.

_Collation_: la. 8º, pp. viii. 584.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

_Illustrations_: same as no. 56.

The engraved title is dated 1860.

1867.

59. Summer Scenes by Birket Foster, with appropriate selections from
the poems of ... Crabbe ... etc. London: Bell and Daldy, 1867.

_Collation_: 4º, pp. 57.

Contains two extracts from Crabbe’s poems.

[1873.]

60. Poetical Works.... 2 pts. London: James Blackwood and Co. [1873].

_Collation_ and _Contents_:

Pt. 1. 8º, pp. iv, 359 _contains_:

The Library.
The Village.
The Parish Register.
The Borough.

Pt. 2. 8º, pp. iv, 384 _contains_:

Tales.
Miscellaneous Poems.

Eight illustrations.

1875.

61. [Extracts from The Parish-Register (1807), and The Borough.]

Included in Англійскіе Поэты въ біографіяхъ и образцахъ:
составилъ Н. В. Гербель. [_English Poets, with biographies and
observations by N. V. Gerbel._] pp. 178–195. _St. Petersburg_,
1875.

1879.

62. The Village. With prefatory and explanatory notes. London: Blackie
and Co., 1879.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. 32.

One of Blackie’s ‘School Classics.’

63. Readings in Crabbe’s ‘Tales of the Hall.’ [Selected and edited by
Edward FitzGerald.] Billing and Sons, Printers, Guildford, 1879.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. [iv. unnumbered] 242.

“Edited by means of Scissors and Paste, with a few words of
plain Prose to bridge over whole tracts of bad Verse; not
meaning to improve the original, but to seduce hasty Readers
to study it.” E. F. G. to Prof. Norton. Dec. 1876.

[1881.]

64. Poetical Works. With a memoir. Edinburgh and London: Gall and
Inglis [1881].

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xvi. 496.

_Contents_: Substantially same as Poetical Works [1834],
vols. 2–5.

_Illustrations_: Four steel engravings by T. Brown and F. G.
Flowers.

One of the ‘Landscape Poets’.

1882.

65. Readings in Crabbe. “Tales of the Hall.” [Selected and edited by
E. FitzGerald.] London: Bernard Quaritch, 1882.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. xvi. [xv, xvi, blank], 242.

“The Crabbe is the same I sent you some years ago [1879] ...
And now I have tacked to it a little Introduction, and sent
forty copies to lie on Quaritch’s counter: for I do not
suppose they will get further.” E. F. G. to Prof. Norton.
March 7, 1883.

1883.

66. Readings in Crabbe. “Tales of the Hall.” [Selected and edited by
E. FitzGerald.] London: B. Quaritch, 1883.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. xvi. 244.

No. 65 with a new and revised introduction.

1886.

67. Poems: The Village. The Library. The Newspaper. The Parish
Register. (Ed. with prefatory notice by Henry Morley.) London:
Cassell and Co., 1886.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. 192.

No. 20 of Cassell’s ‘National Library.’

1888.

68. The Poetical Works of George Crabbe (selected), with prefatory
notice, biographical and critical, by Edward Lamplough. London:
Walter Scott, 1888.

_Collation_: pp. xxiii, 255.

_Contents_: Extracts, with titles supplied by the editor.

One of the ‘Canterbury Poets.’

1891.

69. Tales by George Crabbe, edited with an introduction by Henry
Morley, LL.D. London: G. Routledge, 1891.

_Collation_: narrow 12º, pp. 192.

_Contents_: Selections from Tales (1812); together with
Reflections upon the subject, _Quid juvat errores_, etc. and
Woman! (1807) in full.

No. viii. of the ‘Companion Poets.’

1896.

70. Poetical Epistles. By the Rev. George Crabbe. I. From the Devil.
An Epistle General. II. From the Author. (To Mira.)

First published in _Literary Anecdotes of the Nineteenth
Century.... Ed. by W. Robertson Nicoll, and T. J. Wise_. Vol.
2. pp. 143–171. London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1896.

1898.

71. [Selections from The Village, The Parish-Register, The Borough,
Tales (1812), Tales of the Hall; together with Sir Eustace Grey
and The Hall of Justice (1807), in full. With a biographical and
critical notice by Alfred H. Miles.]

Included in _The Poets and the Poetry of the Century_. Vol.
I. pp. 1–84, London: Hutchinson and Co., 1898.

1899.

72. The Poems of George Crabbe. A selection arranged by Bernard
Holland. London: Edward Arnold, 1899.

_Collation_: 8º, pp. xvi. 389.

_Contents_: Selections from The Village, The Borough, Tales
(1812), Tales of the Hall, and Posthumous Tales ‘condensed and
rearranged.’

_Illustrations_: Portrait after T. Phillips; and six
engravings after Stanfield.

1901.

73. Life and Poetical Works ... by his Son. A new and complete
edition, with portrait and engravings. London: John Murray, 1901.

_Collation_: pp. viii. 584.

_Contents_: same as no. 40.

_Illustrations_: Portrait after Phillips, and two engravings
after Stanfield.

1902.

74. [Extracts from The Parish-Register (1807), and Tales (1812).]

Included in _English Tales in Verse_. _With an introduction
by C. H. Herford._ pp. 155–182. London: Blackie and Son, 1902.

1903.

75. The Borough. (Ed. by H. Williams.) London: J. M. Dent and Co.,
1903.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. x. 339.

Reprint of no. 16. The frontispiece is a reproduction of Sir
Francis Chantrey’s pencil drawing of Crabbe, in the National
Portrait Gallery.

One of the ‘Temple Classics.’

76. Selections from the Poems of George Crabbe, with an introduction
and notes by Anthony Deane. London: Methuen and Co., 1903.

_Collation_: sm. 8º, pp. xxxii. 251.

_Contents_: Extracts from The Village, The Parish-Register,
The Borough and the three series of Tales; together with Sir
Eustace Grey (1807), The World of Dreams, On receiving a ...
Ring (1834), in full.

The frontispiece represents Crabbe’s monument in Trowbridge
Church.

Part of the ‘Little Library.’

1905–6.

77. George Crabbe. Poems, Edited by A. W. Ward, Litt.D., In three
volumes. Cambridge: at the University Press, 1905–6.

_Collation_ and _Contents_:

Vol. 1. 8º, pp. xiv. 542 _contains_:

†Solitude.
†A Song. (As Chloe fair, etc.)
†Concluding Lines of Prize Poem on Hope.
†To Emma.
†Despair.
†Cupid.
†Song. (Cease to bid me not to sing, etc.)
†[On the death of William Springall Levett.]
†Parody on [Byron’s] “My time, oh ye Muses.”
†The Wish. (My Mira, etc.)

Inebriety.

†[The Learning of Love.]
Ye Gentle Gales.
Mira.
Hymn.
The Wish. (Give me, ye Powers, etc.)
The Comparison.
Goldsmith to the Author.
Fragment. (Proud, little Man, etc.)
The Resurrection.
My Birth-day.
To Eliza.
Life.
The Sacrament.
Night.
Fragment, written at midnight.

*Midnight.

†[A Farewell.]
Time.
The Choice.
†[A Humble Invocation.]
†[From an Epistle to Mira.]
†[Concluding Lines of an Epistle to Prince William
Henry, afterwards King William IV.]
†[Drifting.]
†To the Right Honourable the Earl of Shelburne.
†An Epistle to a Friend.

The Candidate.
The Library.
The Village.
The Newspaper.
The Parish Register.
The Birth of Flattery.
Reflections upon the subject, _Quid juvat errores_,
etc.
Sir Eustace Grey.
The Hall of Justice.
Woman!
The Borough.

Vol. 2. 8º, pp. viii. 508 _contains_:

Tales (1812).
Tales of the Hall. Books 1–11.

Vol. 3. 8º, pp. xx, 568 _contains_:

Tales of the Hall. Books 11–22.
Posthumous Tales.

†Poetical Epistles.
†[From Belvoir Castle.]
The Ladies of the Lake.
Infancy.
The Magnet.
Storm and Calm.
Satire.
[The New Samaritan.]
Belvoir Castle.
The World of Dreams.
†[His Mother’s Wedding-ring.]
†[Parham revisited.]
Flirtation.
Lines in Laura’s Album.
Lines written at Warwick.
On a Drawing of the Elm Tree....
On receiving ... a Ring.
To a Lady, with ... extracts.
To a Lady ... at Sidmouth.
To Sarah, Countess of Jersey.
To a Lady who desired ... verses....
†The Friend in Love,
†[Disillusioned.]
†[Lines] from a discarded poem.
[On the death of Sir Samuel Romilly.]
† Lines. (Of old when a Monarch of England appear’d,
etc.)
†[Lines.] (Thus once again, etc.)
†Lines, addressed to the Dowager Duchess of Rutland.

*Tracy. (U.P.)
*[Susan and her lovers.] (U.P.)
*Captain Godfrey. (U.P.)
*The Amours of G[eorge]. (U.P.)
*[Fragments of Tales of the Hall.] (U.P.)
*Tragic Tales, why? (U.P.)
*[Robert and Catharine.] (B.F.)
*David Jones. (B.F.)
*The Deserted Family. (D.)
*The Funeral of the Squire. (U.P.)
*Joseph and Charles. (U.P.)
*[Contentment.] (B.F.)
*To his Grace the Duke of Rutland. (B.)
*[The Passionate Pilgrim.] (M.)
*[Sorrow.] (M.)
*[A Fragment.] (What though the Horse, etc.) (T.C.)
*[Poverty and Love.] (T.C.)
*[The Curate’s Progress.] (T.C.)
*[The Task.] (U.P.)
*[Conscious Guiltiness.] (U.P.)
*[Belief and Unbelief.] (U.P.)
*Verses written for the Duke of Rutland’s Birthday.
(B.)
*Miss Waldron’s Birthday. (U.P.)
*To the Hon. Mrs. Spencer. (M.)
*An Inscription at Guy’s Cliff. (U.P.)
*[On a View of] Barford. (U.P.)
*Brompton Park Cottage. (B.)
*[Momentary Grief.] (U.P.)
*La Femme Jalouse (Teniers). (B.)
*[The Flowers of the Spring.] (M.)
*[La Belle Dame sans Merci.] (M.)
*[Hopeless Love.] (B.F.)
*[Union.] (B.F.)
*[Revival.] (B.F.)
*[Metamorphosis.] (B.F.)
*Jane Adair. (U.P.)
*[Horatio.] (U.P.)
*[Jacob and Rachel.] (U.P.)
*[David and Saul.] (U.P.)
*Enigma. (U.P.)
*Charade. (U.P.)
*[Matilda.] (U.P.)
*The Prodigal Going. (D.)
*On a Drawing of Cadlands. (U.P.)
*[On] a Drawing by the Hon. Mrs Smith. (U.P.)
*For the Drawing of the Lady in the Green Mantle.
(B.)
*Joseph’s Dream. (U.P.)
*[Rest in the Lord!] (U.P.)
*And He said unto her, “Thy sins are forgiven.”
(U.P.)

* signifies that the piece so marked is here printed for the first time.

† signifies that the piece so marked is here collected for the first time.

THE END.

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