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But Crabbe, as you say, has done it, and Campbell in his 'Theodore' in a few touches was near to do it; but Hayley clearly apprehends the species of poem in his 'Triumphs of Temper' and 'Triumphs of Music, and so did Miss Seward, who called it the 'poetical novel. Now I do think that a true poetical novel modern, and on the level of the manners of the day might be as good a poem as any other, and much more popular besides.

Where had she gone, and with whom? And why should she have left him, when she had so constantly and sincerely evinced her love for him? She could not have gone back to the squatters; for her hatred of them had been intense. He remembered what she had told him of Lem Crabbe and sprang to his feet with an oath. Hot blood rushed to his fingertips, and left them dripping with perspiration.

Moreover it is likely that the relations of Crabbe with his village flock were already as we know they were at a later date somewhat strained. Let it be said once for all that judged by the standards of clerical obligation current in 1792, Crabbe was then, and remained all his life, in many important respects, a diligent parish-priest. Mr.

Ignace, but I know who ought to go, to be sent to the right about pretty quickly too, and that is this man, Edmund Crabbe. What do you think of helping me to get him away? He's a public nuisance in spite of his education, and we should all do better without him." Ringfield was always torn by painful, shameful jealousy when he thought of the Englishman, and his entire nature appeared to change.

He followed me, as you say, madam, but what of that?" Crabbe stood, greatly astonished and rather mortified. In the presence of Miss Cordova, for Pauline to display such concern for the other man was, to say the least, annoying.

The year following Flea's and Flukey's fourteenth birthday the boy was taken into his foster-father's trade of thieving. At first he was allowed only to enter the houses and deftly unbar the door for an easier egress for Eli Cronk and Lem Crabbe. Later he was commanded to snatch up anything of value he could.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Dearest?" she concluded. "No!" Reluctantly she left him, troubled and perplexed. Lem Crabbe had cunningly planned to keep Scraggy under his eye and follow her to the hiding place of their son. He realized that the lad was a man now; but so much the better.

Twining her arms round Sailor's shaggy neck, she laid her head on his warm body and soon fell into a heavy dreamless slumber. Yes! there are real mourners I have seen A fair, sad girl, mild-suffering; and serene. Crabbe. The gray of the morning was stealing out from behind the tree-tops, filling the woodland with a dim uncertain light.

Have you heard yet anything real and true about the new usher?" "No," replied Phil. "But I have no doubt it is really Mr. Crabbe who is coming; and that he will be here after Christmas. Why, Hugh, you look just the same as usual!" "So I am, just the same, except under this thing," pointing to the hoop, or basket, which was placed over his limb, to keep off the weight of the bed-clothes.

Another son, Edmund, was horn in the autumn of 1790, and a few weeks later a series of visits were paid by Crabbe, his wife and elder boy, to their relations at Aldeburgh, Parham, and Beccles, from which latter town, according to Crabbe's son, they visited Lowestoft, and were so fortunate as to hear the aged John Wesley preach, on a memorable occasion when he quoted Anacreon: