instead of ll. 192-7:
“Again was made the offer, and again, With threats, with noble promises, in vain. When my Lord saw that nothing could be done, He nobly cried,—‘I’ll fit him as my son; Sir, will you go?’ As meekly as a saint, Charles humbly begg’d to stay on land and paint.” (O.M.)
instead of ll. 204-29:
“Stubborn though mild, and fearing to offend, He gain’d his freedom, and he lost his friend: My Lord appeal’d to all the world, and cried,— ‘There never breathed such stubbornness and pride; Do what you please, Sir, I am justified.’ So said my Lord; for he was grieved to find Such vile ingratitude in base mankind. “The boy then wrote for bread. I saw him thrice; His passions placid, he without a vice: He sometimes painted, but was uninspired By genius, unprotected, unadmired; But pensive, sober, diligent, employ’d} His every hour, his life without a void, } He sought for little, nothing he enjoy’d. } I fear he thought himself, because distress’d, An injured genius, by the world oppress’d.” (O.M.)
instead of ll. 253-60:
“Years past away; I think some twenty-five, Again I saw him, and but just alive, And still forbidding, silent, sullen, proud, As one whose claims were just, and not allow’d. He saw me, saw my sympathy with pain,} Received my humble offers with disdain,} And sternly told me not to come again.” }(O.M.)
instead of ll. 296-301:
“Thou, Charles! unaided by a noble friend, Hadst spent a careful life, as others spend; But when thy patron’s vanity and thine Were made by cruel fortune to combine, ’Twas then th’ unhappy wretch was lifted high On golden stilts, and seem’d to touch the sky; But when the tempter hand withdraws the props, The vision closes, and the victim drops.” (O.M.)
instead of ll. 362-87:
“The boy was tall, but with a mincing air, Blue, languid eyes, pale cheek, and flaxen hair; His temper fretful, but his spirits mild,} Loved by mamma, by all her maidens styled} The wittiest darling, and the sweetest child.} In those dear times, when that mamma had rule, There was much play, few lessons, and no school; But, oh! misfortune—when the lady died, No second wife her honour’d place supplied, But one dishonour’d; and she quickly sent All who had grief to grieve in banishment: No longer now was there the rush of joy, The flood of fondness o’er the happy boy; No more indulgence by the maidens shown, For master’s pleasure, purchase of their own; But they as spies were to new service sent, And the sad boy to school and banishment.” (O.M.)