Epigraph
“And he sat him down in a lonely place,
And chanted a melody loud and sweet.”
Tennyson.
Dedication
To HIS EXCELLENCY, THE LORD-LIEUTENANT OF IRELAND.
My Lord
Among the papers which John Clare, the “Peasant Poet” of our county, left behind him, was one in which he desired that the Editor of his “Remains” should dedicate them “to Earl Spencer, with the Author’s last wishes.”
That memorandum was written in the year 1825, when the poet was anticipating, to use his own words, a speedy entrance into “the dark porch of eternity, whence none returns to tell the tale of his reception.”
These melancholy forebodings were not realized, for although in a few years Clare became dead to the world, he lived on in seclusion to a patriarchal age. Meanwhile the Earl Spencer to whom he desired that his “Remains” should be dedicated passed away, and the title descended first to your lordship’s uncle, then to your lordship’s father, and lastly to your lordship. But through all these years the Earls Spencer were the steadfast and generous friends of the unhappy Poet, nor did your lordship’s bounty cease with his life, but was continued to his widow.
In dedicating this volume to your lordship, as I now do, I am complying with the spirit and almost with the very letter of poor Clare’s injunction.
I am, with unfeigned respect,
Your lordship’s most obedient servant,
THE EDITOR.