Such o'er thy level turf, Newmarket! stray, In square brown stacks; a prospect bleak and wild! A mill, indeed, was in the centre found, With short sear herbage withering all around; 66 Ay, this is Nature," said the gentle 'Squire; "This ease, peace, pleasure-who would not ad mire? "With what delight these sturdy children play, "And joyful rustics at the close of day; "Sport follows labour, on this even space "Will soon commence the wrestling and the race; Then will the village-maidens leave their home, And to the dance with buoyant spirits come; "No affectation in their looks is seen, "Nor know they what disguise or flattery mean; "Nor aught to move an envious pang they see, Easy their service, and their love is free; "Hence early springs that love, it long endures, "And life's first comfort, while they live, ensures : "They the low roof and rustic comforts prize, "Nor cast on prouder mansions envying eyes: "Sometimes the news at yonder town they hear, "And learn what busier mortals feel and fear; (1) [" Gamblers, or sharpers, on the turf or in the cock-pit; so called, perhaps, from their appearing generally in boots, or else from game-cocks, whose legs are always black." - GROSE.] "Secure themselves, although by tales amazed, On rode Orlando, counting all the while A work of labour, for on either side Is level fen, a prospect wild and wide, With dikes on either hand by ocean's self supplied: And salt the springs that feed the marsh between; (1) The ditches of a fen so near the ocean are lined with irregular patches of a coarse and stained lava; a muddy sediment rests on the horse-tail and other perennial herbs, which in part conceal the shallowness of the stream; a fat-leaved pale-flowering scurvy-grass appears early in the year, and the razor-edged bull-rush in the summer and autumn. The fen itself has a dark and saline herbage; there are rushes and arrow-head, and The few dull flowers that o'er the place are spread Here on its wiry stem, in rigid bloom, "Various as beauteous, Nature, is thy face," Exclaim'd Orlando: "all that grows has grace; "All are appropriate—bog, and marsh, and fen, "Are only poor to undiscerning men ; "Here may the nice and curious eye explore "How Nature's hand adorns the rushy moor; in a few patches the flakes of the cotton-grass are seen, but more commonly the sea-aster, the dullest of that numerous and hardy genus; the thrift, blue in flower, but withering and remaining withered till the winter scatters it; the saltwort, both simple and shrubby; a few kinds of grass changed by their soil and atmosphere, and low plants of two or three denominations undistinguished in a general view of the scenery; — such is the vegetation of the fen when it is at a small distance from the ocean; and in this case there arise from it effluvia strong and peculiar, half saline, half putrid, which would be considered by most people as offensive, and by some as dangerous; but there are others to whom singularity of taste or association of ideas has rendered it agreeable and pleasant. (1) [This picture of a fen is what few other artists would have thought of attempting, and no other than Mr. Crabbe could possibly have executed. The features of the fine country are less perfectly drawn: but what, indeed, could be made of the vulgar fine country of England? If Mr. Crabbe had had the good fortune to live among our Highland hills, and lakes, and upland woods-our living floods sweeping the forests of pine-our lonely vales and rough copse-covered cliffs; what a delicious picture would his unrivalled powers have enabled him to give to the world.—JEFFREY.) "Here the rare moss in secret shade is found, Again, the country was enclosed, a wide And sandy road has banks on either side; Where, lo a hollow on the left appear'd, And there a Gipsy-tribe their tent had rear'd; 'Twas open spread, to catch the morning sun, And they had now their early meal begun, When two brown boys just left their grassy seat, The early Trav❜ller with their prayers to greet: While yet Orlando held his pence in hand, He saw their sister on her duty stand; Some twelve years old, demure, affected, sly, Prepared the force of early powers to try; Sudden a look of languor he descries, And well-feign'd apprehension in her eyes; Train'd but yet savage, in her speaking face He mark'd the features of her vagrant race; When a light laugh and roguish leer express'd The vice implanted in her youthful breast: Forth from the tent her elder brother came, Who seem'd offended, yet forbore to blame The young designer, but could only trace The looks of pity in the Trav'ller's face: Within, the Father, who from fences nigh Had brought the fuel for the fire's supply, Watch'd now the feeble blaze, and stood dejected [by: On ragged rug, just borrow'd from the bed, To trace the progress of their future years: (1) [This picture is evidently finished con amore, and appears to us to be absolutely perfect, both in its moral and its physical expression. — JEFFREY.] |