ABSTRACT
James Milne Thomas Hardy wanted another look, for I fancy he had visited it before, at the fine old Aldeburgh Church, of which the poet Crabbe was once the vicar. Amiably he took me with him, and we walked round the church, within which service was going on, and he looked at its walls and windows with the appreciative eye of an architect. He stood silently, for some minutes, beneath one open window, listening to the singing, and with that simple, spontaneous testimony to the natural reverence and spiritual melody in him, I now associate a remark he made to a well-known English man of letters.
