TALE V. THE PATRON. It were all one, That I should love a bright peculiar star, And think to wed it; she is so much above me : Must I be comforted, not in her sphere. TALE V. THE PATRON. (1) A BOROUGH-BAILIFF, who to law was train'd, (1) [The numberless allusions to the nature of a literary dependant's existence in a great lord's house, which occur in Mr. Crabbe's writings, and especially in the tale of The Patron,' are quite enough to lead any one who knew his character and feelings to the conclusion that, notwithstanding the kindness and condescension of the Duke and Duchess of Rutland,-which were uniform, and of which he always spoke with gratitude, -the situation he filled at Belvoir was attended with many painful circumstances, and productive in his mind of some of the acutest sensations of wounded pride that have ever been traced by any pen. Life, antè, Vol. I. p. 113. "Did any of my sons show poetical talent, of which, to my great satisfaction, there are no appearances, the first thing I should do, would be to inculcate upon him the duty of cultivating some honourable profession, and qualifying himself to play a more respectable part in society than the mere poet. And as the best corollary of my doctrine, I would make him get your tale of 'The Patron' by heart from beginning to end."-Sir Walter Scott to Mr. Crabbe. See antè, Vol. I. p. 203.] Save John, the younger, who, of sprightly parts, In childhood feeble, he, for country air, All round whose room were doleful ballads, songs, Robbers at land and pirates on the main, From village-children kept apart by pride, With such enjoyments, and without a guide, Inspired by feelings all such works infused, John snatch'd a pen, and wrote as he perused: With the like fancy he could make his knight Slay half a host, and put the rest to flight; With the like knowledge he could make him ride From isle to isle at Parthenissa's (1) side; And with a heart yet free, no busy brain Form'd wilder notions of delight and pain, The raptures smiles create, the anguish of disdain. (1) [The title of a romance written by Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery, and published in 1665. "Budgell, in his History of the Boyles, says that 'few who can relish any romance will dislike this:' and Langbane tells us, that 'it yields not, either in beauty, language, or design, to the works of the famous Scuderi or Calprenade, however famous they may be amongst the French, for pieces of this nature.””. - Biog. Brit.] Such were the fruits of John's poetic toil, These to his father's house he bore with pride, "Wit he may have, but cannot live on wit: "Let him his talents then to learning give "Where verse is honour'd, and where poets live." John kept his terms at college unreproved, "A little time, and he should burst to light, "And admiration of the world excite; |