It was in one of the early months of 1781 (the exact date seems to be undiscoverable) that Crabbe addressed his letter, with specimens of his poetry, to Burke at his London residence.  The letter has been preserved, and runs as follows:—­

“Sir,—­I am sensible that I need even your talents to apologise for the freedom I now take; but I have a plea which, however simply urged, will, with, a mind like yours, sir, procure me pardon.  I am one of those outcasts on the world who are without a friend, without employment, and without bread.

“Pardon me a short preface.  I had a partial father who gave me a better education than his broken fortune would have allowed; and a better than was necessary, as he could give me that only.  I was designed for the profession of physic, but not having wherewithal to complete the requisite studies, the design but served to convince me of a parent’s affection, and the error it had occasioned.  In April last I came to London with three pounds, and flattered myself this would be sufficient to supply me with the common necessaries of life till my abilities should procure me more; of these I had the highest opinion, and a poetical vanity contributed to my delusion.  I knew little of the world, and had read books only:  I wrote, and fancied perfection in my compositions; when I wanted bread they promised me affluence, and soothed me with dreams of reputation, whilst my appearance subjected me to contempt.

“Time, reflection, and want have shown me my mistake.  I see my trifles in that which I think the true light; and whilst I deem them such, have yet the opinion that holds them superior to the common run of poetical publications.

“I had some knowledge of the late Mr. Nassau, the brother of Lord Rochford; in consequence of which I asked his Lordship’s permission to inscribe my little work to him.  Knowing it to be free from all political allusions and personal abuse, it was no very material point to me to whom it was dedicated.  His Lordship thought it none to him, and obligingly consented to my request.

  “I was told that a subscription would be the more profitable
  method for me, and, therefore, endeavoured to circulate
  copies of the enclosed Proposals.

“I am afraid, sir, I disgust you with this very dull narration, but believe me punished in the misery that occasions it.  You will conclude that during this time I must have been at more expense than I could afford.  Indeed the most parsimonious could not have avoided it.  The printer deceived me, and my little business has had every delay.  The people with whom I live perceive my situation, and find me to be indigent and without friends.  About ten days since I was compelled to give a note for seven pounds, to avoid an arrest for about double that sum which I owe.  I wrote to every friend I had, but my friends are poor likewise:  the time