Shakespeare, Ant. & Cl., v. 2, line 6:--

'Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change.'

{31} In his 'Half Hours with the Worst Authors' FitzGerald has
transcribed 'Le Bon Pasteur,' which consists of five stanzas of eight
lines each, beginning:--

'Bons habitans de ce Village,
Pretez l'oreille un moment,' &c.

Each stanza ends:--

'Et le bon Dieu vous benira.'

He adds: 'One of the pleasantest remembrances of France is, having heard
this sung to a Barrel-organ, and chorus'd by the Hearers (who had bought
the Song-books) one fine Evening on the Paris Boulevards, June: 1830.'

{34a} Haydon entered these verses in his Diary for May, 1846: 'The
struggle is severe, for myself I care not, but for her so dear to me I
feel. It presses on her mind, and in a moment of pain, she wrote the
following simple bit of feeling to Frederick, who is in South America, on
Board _The Grecian_.' There are seven stanzas in the original, but
FitzGerald has omitted in his transcript the third and fourth and
slightly altered one or two of the lines. He called them 'A poor
Mother's Verses.'

{34b} See 'Letters,' ii. 280.

{37} Burns, quoted from memory as usual. See Globe Edition, p. 214; ed.
Cunningham, iv. 293.

{38} Greville Sartoris was killed by a fall from his horse, not in the
hunting-field, 23 Oct. 1873.

{39} 'Rage' in the original. See Tales of the Hall, Book XII. Sir Owen
Dale.

{40} Quoting from Peacock's 'Headlong Hall':--

'Nature had but little clay
Like that of which she moulded him.'

See 'Letters,' i. 75, note.

{42} 18 April 1874. Professor Hiram Corson endeavoured to maintain the
correctness of the reading of the Folios in Antony and Cleopatra, v. 2.
86-88:

'For his Bounty,
There was no winter in 't. An _Anthony_ it was,
That grew the more by reaping.'

Spedding admirably defended Theobald's certain emendation of 'autumn' for
'Anthony.'

{43} These lines are not to be found in Crabbe, so far as I can
ascertain, but they appear to be a transformation of two which occur in
the Parish Register, Part II., in the story of Phebe Dawson (Works, ii.
183):

'Friend of distress! The mourner feels thy aid;
She cannot pay thee, but thou wilt be paid.'

They had taken possession of FitzGerald's memory in their present shape,
for in a letter to me, dated 5 Nov. 1877, speaking of the poet's son, who
was Vicar of Bredfield, he says: "It is now just t