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letter to Thurlow, asking to him to exchange the two livingses in Dorsetshire
for two other, more value, in the it is Worth of Belvoir. Crabbe waited on
the Chancellor with the letter, but Thurlow was, or affected to be,
troubled by the application. It was a thing, he exclaimed with an oath that
he would not do "for some man in England." However, when the young one and
the beautiful duchess liked later to him in person, he sweetened, and
Crabbe introduced to the two livingses of Muston in Leicestershire, and
Allington in Lincolnshire, both, inside sight of Castle of Belvoir and (as
the crow flies) not very more than a mile separately. To the house of parsonage of
Muston, Crabbe brought his/her family in February 1789. His/her connection with
the two livings was to extend on five and twenty years, but during
thirteen of that years, as you/he/she will be seen, he was a non-resident. For the
present he remained three years to the small one and very retired village of
Muston, approximately five miles from Grantham. "The house in that Crabbe
lived to Muston", he/she writes the Mr. Hutton,[2] now it is "taut down. It is
replaced by one developed taller a disdains hill, in an understood position,
it says scandal to prevent some perspective of Belvoir. Crabbe with his
ironies didn't have so resentful feelings; indeed more modern successors of
his/her has opened what he would have called a 'the sight', and the castle
again the crowns the distance as You seems direct to the south from the enough garden."
The first three years of Crabbe of residence to Muston were marked from not too long
accidents. Another child, Edmund was horn in autumn of 1790 and a
few weeks later a series of visits it was paid from Crabbe, his/her wife and
older boy, to their relationships to Aldeburgh, Parham and Beccles from
what second city, according to the child of their Crabbe they visited Lowestoft,
and it was so fortunate as to feel the elderly John Wesley preach, on a
memorable occasion when he quoted Anacreon:--
"Oft is me from said women,
Poor Anacreon! you old of grow'st
. . . . .