Dine there, and purpose to see Mr.
Moore and Mr.Rogers in the morning when they set out for Calais." On the whole, however, Crabbe may have found, when these fascinating experiences were over, that there had been safety in a multitude.

For he seems to have been equally charmed with Rogers's sister, and William Spencer's daughter, and the Countess of Bessborough, and a certain Mrs.
Wilson,--and, like Miss Snevellicci's papa, to have "loved them every one." Meanwhile Crabbe was working steadily, while in London, at his new poems.

Though his minimum output was thirty lines a day, he often produced more, and on one occasion he records eighty lines as the fruit of a day's labour.

During the year 1818 he was still at work, and in September of that year he writes to Mary Leadbeater that his verses "are not yet entirely ready, but do not want much that he can give them." He was evidently correcting and perfecting to the best of his ability, and (as I believe) profiting by the intellectual stimulus of his visit to London, as well as by the higher standards of versification that he had met with, even in writers inferior to himself.

The six weeks in London had given him advantages he had never enjoyed before.