Views in Suffolk, Norfolk, and Northamptonshire: illustrative of the works of Robert Bloomfield: accompanied with descriptions: to which is annexed a memoir of the poet's life . orgedfor her children, and outstepping the control ofcircumstance, make literature his passport to afflu-ence and to fame. Robert Bloom field, the Farmers Boy, wasborn at the little village of Honington, in Suffolk,on the 3d of December, 1766. He was the youngerson of George Bloomfield, a tailor; and Elizabeth,daughter of Robert ]\Ianby, who was the villageschoolmistress, and who instructed her own offspringwith those
Views in Suffolk, Norfolk, and Northamptonshire: illustrative of the works of Robert Bloomfield: accompanied with descriptions: to which is annexed a memoir of the poet's life . orgedfor her children, and outstepping the control ofcircumstance, make literature his passport to afflu-ence and to fame. Robert Bloom field, the Farmers Boy, wasborn at the little village of Honington, in Suffolk,on the 3d of December, 1766. He was the youngerson of George Bloomfield, a tailor; and Elizabeth,daughter of Robert ]\Ianby, who was the villageschoolmistress, and who instructed her own offspringwith those of her neis^hbours. His father died avictim to the small-pox, when the subject of thisMemoir was less than a twelvemonth old, and hismother was left a widow with six children. It is observable that Bloomfield has incorporatedthe most material events of his life with some oneor other of his poems, so that were all the passagesselected, and duly arranged, his history would wantbut few additional particulars to be told in thedescriptive language of his own muse. Thus, in his Good Tidings, after alluding to the family distressoccasioned by the fell disease just mentioned, h^. I Tlw Mo I her if Hh- IocI lni~\frnor.] .niA SluiiyePKHtlrn: i\^..&<?:?/-iiZ^rti^T ROBERT BLOOMFIELD. notices his parents death, and the general horrorwhich the contagion inspired, in these words: Heavn restord them all, And destind one of riper years to fall. Midnight beheld the close of all his pain, His grave was closd when midnight came again: No bell was heard to toll, no funral prayr. No kindred bowd, no wife, no children there :— Its horrid nature could inspire a dread That cut the bonds of custom like a thread. The humble church-towr higher seemd to show, lUumind by the trembling light below; The solemn night-breeze struck each shivring cheek, Religious reverence forbade to speak : The starting sexton his short sorrow chid. When the earth murmurd o
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