Francis Noel Clarke Mundy

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Quoted from Needwood Forest and the Fall of Needwood, With Other Poems, 1830, the Preface says, His kindness of heart was shown in his intercourse, not only with the rich and the noble, but with the patient poor and the secret sufferer. It was his delight to relieve the afflictions of those who lived in the neighbourhood, and the story of misfortune found a listener in his ready sympathy. As a magistrate, in which capacity he for many years presided as chairman at the Quarter Sessions, his impartiality was universally respected, and his interpretation of the laws held in reverence. The firmness with which he enforced their sanctions, was tempered by a lenient consideratio "The Volume now presented to the Public, consists of two principal descriptive Poems, and several smaller effusions in verse, chiefly exhibiting the playful spirit of their Author. The late F. N. C. Mundy, Esq. still lives in the remembrance of many of those friends, who were cheered and instructed by his early familiarity, and his extensive acquaintance with men and manners. ... ... But it is in the amiable character of one whose taste was highly cultivated, and over whose social relaxation it threw a constant charm, that Mr. Mundy appears in the volume now published. "Needwood Forest" was first presented to his friends in the year 1776, and was read with great interest by all who were familiar with its verdant lawns, its shelving banks, its far-stretching vistas, and its variegated bowers. The "Fall of Needwood" was published when the decree had gone forth for its enclosure. Still there are portions of that once-delightful scene preserved, as if to show how magnificent and how beautiful it must have been in its prime, and these are described with much tenderness of feeling, awakened by the force of contrast. These Poems have long been out of print, but as they are often inquired for, it was considered by the Editor, that he could not do a kinder service to the neighbourhood, than by presenting a complete collection of the poems of their gifted Author. This he has been enabled to accomplish by the courtesy of F. Mundy, Esq. the worthy representative of his native county, and of his father's honours." Concerning his home of Wheathills: Francis Noel Clark Mundy, Lord of Markeaton Manor, and Sacheverell Pole, both of whom were original petitioners for the Act of Enclosure in 1763, purchased the land jointly, and paid £110 duty on the purchase, to the auctioneer, a Mr Shaw. It is believed that Sacheverell Pole purchased only a portion of the land, whilst Mundy secured both land and buildings. The land sale realized about £2,960 whilst the 'neat convenient dwelling house and suitable out-offices and extensive farm buildings' fetched £750. It has been suggested that Mundy bought Wheathills with a view to using it as a 'retirement or dowager home' and would pass the running of his Estate to his son, Francis who would take up residence at Markeaton Hall, then located in the present Markeaton Park. However before Mundy moved into the house he decided to extend and probably update the house to a better class of residence in all probability to make it worthy of a person of his standing. He employed a Derby Architect, Samuel Brown, to draw up plans for the alterations and the original account book records show that Mundy spent over £4,900 on this project. The alterations and extensions appeared to take some four years to complete for it was not until August 15th 1809 that the final account was settled. During the ongoing works at the house, substantial sums of money were spent on local artisans, including masons, blacksmiths, carpenters and painters. Mundy allegedly lived at Wheat Hills until his death in 1815, but records are vague on this point.)

The Best Poem Of Francis Noel Clarke Mundy

To the Honourable Elizabeth Sedley, Learning to Spin

To the Honourable Elizabeth Sedley, Learning to Spin, She and the Author equally having an aversion to a Spider.

Wou'd you, though true what Sterne enforces,
That we must have our hobby horses,
You, of all people, mount the hackney,
(Dear Madam pause!) that threw Arachne?
O for your comfort — and for mine —
Hold! Stop! forbear the rash design!
The Goddess of the loom and wheel
This similar affront will feel:
To rival her in every virtue
Go on, and Pallas will not hurt you:
But wisdom has its foibles, leave her
Spinster pre-eminent and weaver,
Or she will take revenge most frightful.
Can heavenly bosoms be so spiteful?
Yes; lay aside that Lydian's pride, or
You will be chang'd to, oh! a spider.

Wou'd you what most you hate resemble? —
With dire forebodings how I tremble! —
Your upright shape you lose, methinks,
To a foul lump your body shrinks;
I see, and at the sight am troubled,
Your arms and legs in number doubled;
Fear-struck, I stare upon the wall,
Belshazzar-like, as there you crawl.

Must one, 'till now so fair, alas!
Run screaming from her looking-glass?
Shall Rachael rush into the room
To attack her mistress with the broom?
Must you in chest or chimney hide you?
And must I own I can't abide you?
Ah, though the brightest nymph, 'tis true,
Can never draw my eyes from you;
And though for you I shall be looking
Each passage dark and private nook in;
Though language can't express my feeling,
While you're descending from the ceiling;
Though I shall stand prepar'd to seize you,
Full of impatience close to squeeze you,
Let not your honour take alarms: —
I stretch the tongs and not my arms.

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