asserts that Keats was a little too sensitive on the score of his origin,
Hunt's Autobiography (Am.
II. p. 36. but we can find no trace of such a feeling either in his poetry or in such of his letters as have been printed.
We suspect the fact to have been that he resented with becoming pride the vulgar Blackwood and Quarterly standard, which measured genius by genealogies.
It is enough that his poetical pedigree is of the best, tracing through Spenser to Chaucer, and that Pegasus does not stand at livery even in the largest establishments in Moorfields.
As well as we can make out, then, the father of Keats was a groom in the service of Mr. Jennings, and married the daughter of his master.
Thus, on the mother's side, at least, we find a grandfather; on the father's there is no hint of such an ancestor, and we must charitably take him for granted.
It is of more importance that the elder Keats was a man of sense and energy, and that his wife was a lively and intel