And when the lingering hour of rest was come,
First wet with tears my pillow."
In The Retrospect he has still more clearly depicted it:—
"Corston, twelve years in various fortunes fled
Have passed in restless progress o'er my head.
Since in thy vale, beneath the master's rule,
I roamed an inmate of the village school."
The place, he tells us, had been the ample dwelling of the lord of the manor, but—
"Here now in petty empire o'er the school,
The mighty master held despotic rule;