Constab Ballads #232208

Let me confess it at once. I had not in me the stuff that goes to the making of a good constable; for I am so con stituted that imagination outruns discretion, and it is my misfortune to have a most improper sympathy with wrong doers. I therefore never made cases, but turning, like Nelson, a blind eye to what it was my manifest duty to see, tried to make peace, which seemed to me better.