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lieutenant in Prince Rapert's regiment, fought younger son of an old family resident near at the battle of Edgehill; and, subsequeuily Stratford, who had filled in succession the of betaking himself to the stage, he became the fices of Sheriff and of Lord Mayor
of London. most renowned tragic
actor of his tine. "Whau In 1563 it was sold by one of the Clopion ta. Mr. Hart delivers," says Rymer, (1 adopt the mily to William Bou; and by him it was again citation from the page of Malone) "every one sold in 1570 to Willian Underhill, (the purcha. takes upon content; their eyes are prepossessed ser and the seller being both of the rank of es and charmed by his action lefore alight of the quires.) from wlion it was bought by our Poet, in poet's can approach their ears; and to the most 197. By him it was bequeathed to his daughter, wretched of characters he gives a lustre and Susanna Hall; from whom he descended to her brilliancy, which dazzles the sight that the de- only child, Lily Barnard. In the Jupe of 1613, formities in the poetry cannot be perceived." this Lady, with her first husband, Mr. Nash, * Were I a poet,' (says anouber contemporary entertained, for nearly three weeks, at New Writer)
. nity á Fletcher or a Shakspeare, 1 Place, Henrietta Maria, the queen of Charles would quit my own title to immortality' so that !., when escorted by Prince Rupert and a large one actor might never die. This I may mo-body of troops, she was on her progress to mout destly say of him, (nor is it my particular opi- her royal consort, and to proceed with him w nion, but the sense of all mankind, that the best Oxford. On the of Lady Barnard with tragedies on the English stage have received out children, New Place was sold in 1675, to Sir their lustre from Mr. Hart's performance: that Edward Walker, K., Garter King at Arms; he has left such an impression behind him, that by whom it was left to his only child, Barbaua, no less than the interval of an age can make married to Sir John Clopton, Kt., of Clopton them appear again with half their ina jesty from in the parish of Stratford.' On his demise, it be any second hand.". This was a brilliant erup-came the property of a younger son of his, Sir tion from the family of Shakspeare: but as it Hingli Clopoti, kt., (this faunily of the Clopong was the first, so it appears to have been the seeins to have been peculiarly prolific in the last; and the Harts have ever since, as far at breed of knights), by whom it was repaired and least as it is known to 13," pursued the noise decorated at a very huge expense. Malone afless tenor of their way," within the precincts of firms that it was pulled down by him, and its their native town on the banks of the soft-flow-phace su plied by a more sumptuous edifice. If ing Arun.
this statement were correct, the crime of its subWhatever is in any degree associated with the sequent destroyer would be greatly extenuated; Dersona, history of shakspeare is weighty with and the hand which had wielded the axe against genera, interest. The circumstance of his birth the hallowed albei ry tree, would be absolved van inpart consequence even to a provincial from the second aet, imputed to it, of sacrileLown; and we are not unconcerned in the past vious violence. But Malone's account is, nnor the present fortunes of the place, over which restionably, erroneous. In the May of 1742 hovers the glory of his name. But the house in Sir Hugh entertained Garrick, Macklin, and which he passed the last three or four years of Delany, der the shade of the Shakspearian his life, and in which he terminated his mortal mulberry. On the demise of Sir Hugh in the labours, is still wore engaging to our imagina. December of 1751, New Place was sold by his tions, as it is more closely and personally con- son-in-law and executor, Henry Talbot, the nected with him. Its history, therefore, must Lord Chancellor Talbot's brother, to the Rev. not be umitted by us; and if, 'in some respects, Francis Gastrell, Vicar of Frodsham in Che. we should her in it from the narrative of Ma- shire; by whom, on some quarrel with the malone, we shall not be without reasons sufficient gistrates on the subject of the parochial assessto jnstify the deviations in which we indulge. inents, it was razed to the ground, and ils site New Place, then, which was not thus first va abandoned to vacancy. O this completion of med by Shaksppare, was built in the reign of his outrages against the memory of Shakspeare, Henry VII., by Sir Hugh Clopton, Kt., the which his unlucky possession of wealth enabled
hiu to commit, Francis Gastrell depared from • By intelligence, on the accuracy of which Stratford, hooted out of the town, and pursued I can rely, and which has only just reached me, by the execrations of its inhabitants. ''he fate from the birthplace of Shakspeare, I learn that of New Place has been rather remarkable. Af the family of the Harts, after a course of lineai ter the demolition of the house by Gastrell, the descents during the revolution of two hundred ground, which it bad occupied, was thrown and twenty-six years, is now on the verge of ex- into the contiguous garden, and was sold by the tinction; an aged woman, who retains in single widow of the clerica barbarian, Having reblessedness her maiden name of Hart, being at mained during a certai.. period, as a portion of this time (Nov. 1825) its sole surviving repre. a garden, a house was aguin erected on it; and sentative. For some years she occupied 'the in consequence also of some dispute about the house of her ancestors, in which Shakspeare is parish assessments, that house, like its predereporte I to have first seen the light; and here cessor, was pulled down; and its site was final. she obtained a comfortable subsistence by show.ly abandoneil to Nature, for the production of ing the antiquities of the venerated mansion to her fruits and fowers : and thither may we ima. the nnmerous strangers who were attracted to give the little Elves and Fairies freqnently to reit. Being dispossessed of this residence by the sort, to trace the footsteps of their beloved poet, rapaciousness of its proprietor, she settled lier- now obliterated from ihe vision of man; to self in a dwelling nearly opposite to it. Here throw a finer perfume on the violet ; to unfold she still lives; and continues to exhibit some re- the first rose of the year, and to tinge its cheek igues, not reputed to be genuine, of the mighty with a richer blush ; and, in their dances be. bard, with whom her maternal ancestor was neath the full-orbed imeon, to chant their har. fratrished in the same womb. She regards her-monies, too subtle for the grose ear of morta. self also as a dramatic poct; and, in support of lity, to the fondly cherished memory of thci: her pretensions, she produces the rude sketch of darling, The Sweet Swan of Avon. a play, uninformed, as it is said, with any of When I have cired, at the c!use of what I am the vitality of genins. For this information, I am now writing, the description by Jaques, in “As indebted to Mr. Charles Fellows, of Notting, you Like it, of the seven ages of man, as an ham; who, with the characteristic kindness of evidence of Shakspeare's power to touch the his most estimable family, sought for the intel most familiar topics into poetry, as the Phry ligence which was required by me, and obtain. gian monarch could touch the basest substances
línto gold, I shall conclude this Life of Shak
speare, by asking if he be not a mighty genius, On the scath'd heathe the fatal Sisters scowl: sufficiently illustrious and commanding io call Or, as hell's caldron bubbles o'er the flame, forth the choice spirits of a learned and intellec- Prepare to do a deed without a name. tual century to assert his greatness, and to These are thy wonders, Nature's darling birth march in his triumph to fame?
And Fame exulting bears thy name o'er earth.
There, where Rome's eagle never stoop'd for Yes, Master of the human heart! we own
blood, Thy sovereign sway; and bow before thy By hallow'd Ganges and Missonri's flood : throne:
Where the bright eyelids of the Morn unclose ; Where, rich!y deck'd with laurels never sere, And where Day's steeds in golden stalls repose ; It stands aloft, and baffles Time's career, Thy peaceful triumphs spread ; and mock the There warbles Poesy her sweetest song:
pride There the wild Passions wait, thy vassal throng. Or Pella's Youth, and Julius slaughter-dyed. There Love, there Hate, there Joy, in turn pre- In ages far remote, when Albion's state sides;
Hath touch'd the mortal limit, mark'd by Fate: And rosy Laughter holding both his sides. When Arts and Science fly her naked shore : At thy command the varied tumult rolls : And the world's Empress shall be great no more; Now Pity melts, vow Terror chills our souls. Then Australasia shall thy sway prolong ; Now, as thou wavest thy wizard rod; are seen And her rich cities echo with thy song. The Fays and Elves quick glancing o'er the There myriads still shall laugh, or drop the tear, green:
At Falstaff's humour, or the woes of Lear: And, as the moon her perfect orb displays, Man, wave-like, following man, thy powers The little people sparkle in her rays.
admire ; There, 'mid the lightning's blaze, and whirl- And thou, iny Shakspeare, reign till time es wind's howl,
TO THE MEMORY
OF MY BELOVED
MR. WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE,
AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US.
To draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe,
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part. But thou art proof against them, and indeed For thongh the poet's metter nature be, Above the' ill fortune of them, or the need. His art doth give the fashion. And that he I therefore will begin. Soul of the age! Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, The applansc! delight! the wonder of our stage! (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat My Shakspeare, rise ! I will not lodge thee by Upon the Muse's anvil; turn the same, Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie And himself with it, that he thinks to frame; A little further, io make thee a room :
Or for the laurel, he must gain a soorn, Thou art a monument without a tomb,
for a good poet's made, as well as born. And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And such wert thout. Look how the father's face And we have wits to read, and praise to give. Lives in his issue : even so the race That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly I mean with great, but disproportion’d inuses: shines For if I thought my judgment were of years, In his well turned, and frue filed lines : I should commit thec surely with thy peers, In each of which he seems to shake a lance, And tell how far thou didst our Lily outshine, As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance. Or sporting Kid, or Marlow's mighty line. Sweet swan of Avon I what a sight it were, And though thon hadst small Latin and less To see thee in our water yet appear, Greek,
And make those slights upon the banks of From thence to honour thee, I will not seek
But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere
Shine forth, thou ster of poets, and with rage, And shake a stage: or when thy socks were on, Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage, Leave thee alone for the comparison
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath Of all, that insolent Greece, or hanghty Rome mourn'd like night, Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. And despairs dag, but for thy volumes' light. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show,
A mind reflecting ages past, whose clear
Improved, by favour of the nine-fold train :
These jointly woo'd lim, envying One
another; A royal ghost from churls; by art to learn Obey'd by all as spouse, but loved as brother ;The physiognomny of shades, and give
And wrought a curions robe, of sable grave, Thein sudden birth, wond'ring how oft they Fresh green, and pleasant yellow, red most live;
But fine materials, which the Muses know,
And more than nature takes our hands shall
So with this robe they cloath him, bid him wear
For time shall never stain, nor envy tear it. Put hy himself, his tongue, and his own breast, - The friendly Admirer of his Eudowments, Was Shakspeare's freehold ; which his cunning
1. M. S. brain
so fit, it.
he sweat, nd heat
PREFIXED TO THE FIRST FOLIO EDITION PUBLISHED IN 1623.
TO THE GREAT VARIETY OF READERS.
From the most able, to him that can but spell: office of their care and paine, to have collected there you are number'd. We had rather you and publish'd them; and so to have publish'd were weighill, Ejecially when the fate of all them, as where (before) you were abus'd with Boolecs depends upon your capacities : and not divers stolne, and surrepitious copies, inaimed of your heads alone, but of your purses. Well! and deformed by the frauds and stealthes of it is now publique, and you will stand for your injurious impostors, that expos'd them: even privileriges we know: 1o read, and censure those are now offer'd to your view cur'd, and Do so, but buy it first, That doch best commend perfect of their limies; and all the rest, absolute a Booke, the Stationer saies. Then, how odde in their numbers, as he conecived them : Who soever your braines be, or your wisedomes, as he was a happie imitator of Nature, was it make your licence the same, and spare net. most gentle expresser of it. His mind and hand Judge your sixe-pen'orth, your shillings worth, went together; and what he thought, he uttered your five shillings worth a time, or higher, with easidesse, that wee bave scars received so you rise to the just rates, and welcome. But, from him a blot in his papers. But it is not onr whatever, you do, Buy, Censure will not drive province, who oncly gather his works, and give a Trade, or make the Jacke go. And though them you, to praise hiin. It is youre that rea de you be a Magistrate of wit, and sit on the Stage bim. And there we hope, to your divers ce paat Black-Friers or the Cockpit, to arraigne cities, you will finde enough, both to draw, and Playes dailie, know, these Playes have had hold you : for bis wit can no more lie hid, then their triall alreadie, and stood out all Appcales; it could be lost. Read him, therefore ; and and do now come forth quitted rather by a gaine, and againe: And it then you doe no. Decree of Court, than any purchas'd Letters of like him, surely you are in soine manifest dan commendation.
ger, not to understand him. And so we leave It had bene a thing, we confesse, worthie to you to other of his Friends, whom if you need, nave bene wished, that the Author himselfe had can bee your guides : if you neede them not, you lived to have set forth, and overseen his owne can leade yourselves, and others. And such writings ; But since it hath bin ordaind other readers we wish him. wise, and he by death departed from that right,
JOHN HEMINGE. we pray yon, doe not envie his Friends the
All the world's a stage,
At first, the INFANT,
Tot aid to make
with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: