314 CRABBE - DUTCH INTERIOR. conceived, in the tenacity with which he represents this frivolous person, as adhering to her paltry characteristics, under every change of circumstances. The concluding view is as follows. "Now friendless, sick, and old, and wanting bread, And, strange delight! to that same house, where she Now with the menials crowding to the wall, She'd see, not share, the pleasures of the ball, And with degraded vanity unfold, How she too triumph'd in the years of old.-p. 209, 210. The graphic powers of Mr. Crabbe, indeed, are too frequently wasted on unworthy subjects. There is not, perhaps, in all English poetry a more complete and highly finished piece of painting, than the following description of a vast old boarded room or warehouse, which was let out, it seems, in the borough, as a kind of undivided lodging, for beggars and vagabonds of every description. No Dutch painter ever presented an interior more distinctly to the eye; or ever gave half such a group to the imagination. That window view!-oil'd paper and old glass VAGABOND'S BARRACK SEA FOG. That wall once whiten'd, now an odious sight, Chalking and marks of various games have place; While gin and snuff their female neighbours share, "On swinging shelf are things incongruous stor'd "Here by a curtain, by a blanket there, Each end contains a grate, and these beside "Above the fire, the mantel-shelf contains "High hung at either end, and next the wall, Two ancient mirrors show the forms of all."-p. 249-251. The following picture of a calm sea fog is by the same powerful hand: 66 When all you see through densest fog is seen; Those measur'd tones with which the scene agree, We add one other sketch of a similar character, which though it be introduced as the haunt and accompaniment of a desponding spirit, is yet chiefly remarkable for the singular clearness and accuracy with which it represents the dull scenery of a common tide river. The author is speaking of a solitary and abandoned fisherman, who was compelled "At the same times the same dull views to see, "When tides were neap, and, in the sultry day, Of fishing Gull or clanging Golden Eye."-p. 305, 306. Under the head of Amusements, we have a spirited account of the danger and escape of a party of pleasure, who landed, in a fine evening, on a low sandy island, which was covered with the tide at high water, and were left upon it by the drifting away of their boat. "On the bright sand they trode with nimble feet, The wond ring mews flew flutt'ring o'er their head. While engaged in their sports, they discover their boat floating at a distance, and are struck with instant terror. PERIL AND DELIVERANCE "Alas! no shout the distant land can reach, None came the rising wind blew sadly by. * He might have seen of hearts the varying kind, But hark! an oar, That sound of bliss! comes dashing to their shore; 317 Think of their danger, and their God adore."—p. 127 - - 130. In the letter on Education, there are some fine descriptions of boarding-schools for both sexes, and of the irksome and useless restraints which they impose on the bounding spirits and open affections of early youth. This is followed by sone excellent remarks on the ennui which so often falls to the lot of the learned—or that description at least of the learned that are bred in 318 CRABBE'S BOROUGH -FAULTS OF THE POEM. English universities. But we have no longer left room for any considerable extracts; though we should have wished to lay before our readers some part of the picture of the sectaries - the description of the inns - the strolling players and the clubs. The poor man's club, which partakes of the nature of a friendly society, is described with that good-hearted indulgence which marks all Mr. Crabbe's writings. "The printed rules he guards in painted frame, And shows his children where to read his name," &c, We have now alluded, we believe, to what is best and most striking in this poem; and, though we do not mean to quote any part of what we consider as less successful, we must say, that there are large portions of it which appear to us considerably inferior to most of the author's former productions. The letter on the Election, we look on as a complete failure—or at least as containing scarcely any thing of what it ought to have contained. The letters on Law and Physic, too, are tedious; and the general heads of Trades, Amusements, and Hospital Government, by no means amusing. The Parish Clerk, too, we find dull and without effect; and have already given our opinion of Peter Grimes, Abel Keene, and Benbow. We are struck, also, with several omissions in the picture of a maritime borough. Mr. Crabbe might have made a great deal of a press-gang; and, at all events, should have given us some wounded veteran sailors, and some voyagers with tales of wonder from foreign lands. The style of this poem is distinguished, like all Mr. Crabbe's other performances, by great force and compression of diction-a sort of sententious brevity, once thought essential to poetical composition, but of which he is now the only living example. But though this is almost an unvarying characteristic of his style, it appears to us that there is great variety, and even some degree of unsteadiness and inconsistency in the tone of his expression and versification. His taste seems scarcely to be sufficiently fixed and settled as to these essential |