Regency Literature: The Beggar’s Petition

As part of my Autumnal Read-a-thon I decided it had been an age since I had an adventure with Cathy Morland, and so opened up Northanger Abbey for a pleasant day of Austen-ian humor and gothic parody.  But almost immediately in the first chapter, which is ever more enriched by my understanding of the era –so funny–,  my attention snagged on the reference to The Beggar’s Petition and the fable of The Hare and Friends, both evidence of Cathy’s selective attention as a child.

THOMAS MOSS This author was Minister of Trentham Staffordshire and died there in 1808 The well known and popular poem The Beggar's Petition forms one of a small volume of poems he published in 1769 THE BEGGAR'S PETITION ITY the sorrows of a poor old man Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span Oh give relief and heaven will bless your store These tattered clothes my poverty bespeak These hoary locks proclaim my lengthened years And many a furrow in my grief worn cheek Has been the channel to a stream of tears Yon house erected on the rising ground With tempting aspect drew me from my road For plenty there a residence has found And grandeur a magnificent abode 328 THOMAS MOSS
Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor Here craving for a morsel of their bread A pampered menial forced me from the door To seek a shelter in a humbler shed Oh take me to your hospitable dome Keen blows the wind and piercing is the cold Short is my passage to the friendly tomb For I am poor and miserably old Should I reveal the source of every grief If soft humanity e er touched your breast Your hands would not withhold the kind relief And tears of pity could not be repressed Heaven sends misfortunes why should we repine Tis heaven has brought me to the state you see And your condition may be soon like mine The child of sorrow and of misery A little farm was my paternal lot Then like the lark I sprightly hailed the morn But ah oppression forced me from my cot My cattle died and blighted was my corn My daughter once the comfort of my age Lured by a villain from her native home Is cast abandoned on the world's wide stage And doomed in scanty poverty to roam THE BEGGAR'S PETITION 329
My tender wife sweet soother of my care Struck with sad anguish at the stern decree Fell lingering fell a victim to despair And left the world to wretchedness and me Pity the sorrows of a poor old man Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span Oh give relief and Heaven will bless your store ७ 330 THOMAS MOSS The book of British poesy, ancient and modern; select extracts. With an essay on British poetry, by G. Gilfillan. (1851). United Kingdom: William Tegg.
It’s a Job-like story of a man much worn down by circumstance and tragedy and reduced to begging told in verse.

I found an 1809 letter to the editor in the Universal Magazine that referred to it as a popular composition with some uncertainity of authorship, and the writer’s erroneous claim that a Dr. Webster.

According to a dissertation by Margaret Leeson, between 1760 and 1820 there was a substantial amount of beggar images and motifs in British Art, representing the socio-economic undercurrent of rapid change, industrialisation, and a shift from paternalism to laissez faire attitudes. Urbanism also likely accounted for the increased visibility of poverty, with the beggar image appearing in both rural and urban settings (Leeson, M. A. (2021). The Image of the Beggar in Britain 1760-1820. Open University (United Kingdom).).

Given Cathy’s naivete and sense, as portrayed with her artless understanding of social interactions in Bath, it makes sense that The Beggar’s Petition would be a bore to her, especially as one so unexposed to dramatic income diversity — her village being so devoid of even a baronet but conversely a beggar.

There are other references to children learning The Beggar’s Petition enough to recite by heart, like this essay from Charles Lamb:

PS My friend Hume not MP has a curious manuscript in his possession the original draft of the celebrated Beggar's Petition who cannot say by heart the Beggar's Petition as it was written by some school usher as I remember with corrections interlined from the pen of Oliver Goldsmith As a specimen of the Doctor's improve ment I recollect one most judicious alteration A pamper d menial drove me from the door It stood originally A livery servant drove me & c Here is an instance of poetical or artificial language properly substituted for the phrase of common conversation against Wordsworth I think I must get H to send it to the London as a corollary to the fore going Lamb, C. (1875). The Complete Works in Prose and Verse of Charles Lamb: From the Original Editions with the Cancelled Passages Restored, and Many Pieces Now First Collected. United Kingdom: Chatto and Windus, Piccadilly.

The Hare and Many Friends was a fable from an earlier, 1727, collection from John Gay.

A derivative woodcut illustrating the fable that appeared in the 15 editions of A Museum for young gentlemen and ladies, 1750–1799

The Hare with Many Friends Friendship like love is but a name Unless to one you stint the flame The child whom many fathers share Hath seldom known a father's care Tis thus in friendship who depend On many rarely find a friend A Hare who in a civil way Complied with everything like GAY Was known by all the bestial train Who haunt the wood or graze the plain Her care was never to offend And every creature was her friend As forth she went at early dawn To taste the dew besprinkled lawn Behind she hears the hunter's cries And from the deep mouthed thunder flies She starts she stops she pants for breath She hears the near advance of death She doubles to mislead the hound And measures back her mazy round Till fainting in the public way Half dead with fear she gasping lay What transport in her bosom grew When first the Horse appeared in view Let me says she your back ascend And owe my safety to a friend You know my feet betray my flight To friendship every burden's light The Horse replied Poor honest Puss It grieves my heart to see thee thus 514
Be comforted relief is near For all your friends are in the rear She next the stately Bull implored And thus replied the mighty lord Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well I may without offence pretend To take the freedom of a friend Love calls me hence a favourite cow Expects me near yon barley mow And when a lady's in the case You know all other things give place To leave you thus might seem unkind But see the Goat is just behind The Goat remarked her pulse was high Her languid head her heavy eye My back says he may do you harm The Sheep's at hand and wool is warm The Sheep was feeble and complained His sides a load of wool sustained Said he was slow confessed his fears For hounds eat sheep as well as hares She now the trotting Calf addressed To save from death a friend distressed Shall I says he of tender age In this important care engage Older and abler passed you by How strong are those how weak am I Should I presume to bear you hence Those friends of mine may take offence Excuse me then You know my heart But dearest friends alas must part How shall we all lament Adieu For see the hounds are just in view Carruthers, R. (1893). Chambers’s Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical of British Authors with Specimens of Their Writings. United Kingdom: W. & R. Chambers.

And this is a brilliant addition to Northanger, because it speaks of the inconstancy of friends when one administers their friendship indiscriminately — to their peril.

Both poems are delicate foreshadowing of the misfortunes and lessons of Cathy Morland, but one resonates more likely because of the accessibility of animals over an old man.


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