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SHAKESPEARE AT CHARLECOTE PARK 1
SHAKESPEARE AT "BANK-SIDE" 7
THE EPITAPH OF SIR HUGH EVANS 13
BULLY BOTTOM'S BABES 22
SHAKESPEARE IN CHINA 28
SOLOMON'S APE 39
THE CASTLE BUILDERS OF PADUA 46
THE TAPESTRY WEAVER OF 50 BEAUVAIS
THE WINE CELLAR: A "MORALITY" 58
RECOLLECTIONS OF GUY FAWKES 67
ELIZABETH AND VICTORIA 75
THE LITTLE GREAT AND THE GREAT 90 LITTLE
THE MANAGER'S PIG 95
SOME ACCOUNT OF A STAGE DEVIL 103
FIRESIDE SAINTS 121
CAT-AND-FIDDLE MORALITIES: THE 127 TALE OF A TIGER
A GOSSIP AT RECULVERS 140
THE TWO WINDOWS 150
THE ORDER OF POVERTY 154
THE OLD MAN AT THE GATE 166
THE FOLLY OF THE SWORD 171
THE GREENWICH PENSIONER 181
THE DRILL SERGEANT 189
THE HANDBOOK OF SWINDLING 199
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"One who would have added weight and 17 dignity to the ceremony"
"Became wise by poring on his book" 34
"Cast him down a ripe pomegranate" 43
"Rejoicing in the captivity of a suit of 70 clothes stuffed with hay"
"Rank ... preached its high prerogative 80 from externals"
"Hangman's surgery" 83
"Would solace the child by playing upon 113 a diabolic fiddle"
"Almost for two whole days did the tiger 135 sleep"
"Sugar from even the sweeter lips of 143 lady mistress"
"He has dreamed away his life upon a 164 hillside"
"Hodge, poor fellow, enlists" 175
"He is, indeed, unbent" 195
"Politely receives his destroyer" 233
"Any one of these names may be ... 246 confidently given in to the night constable"
"Other worthies laboured on horseback" 256
INTRODUCTION
To Shakespeare's mighty line Let's drink with heart and soul; 'Twill give a zest divine, Though humble be the bowl. Then drink while I essay, In slipshod, careless rhyme, A legendary lay Of Willy's golden time.
One balmy summer's night, As Stratford yeomen tell, One Will, the royst'ring wight, Beneath a crab tree fell; And, sunk in deep repose, The tipsy time beguiled, Till Dan Apollo rose Upon his greatest child.
Since then all people vowed The tree had wondrous power: With sense, with speech endowed, 'Twould prattle by the hour; Though scattered far about, Its remnants still would blab: Mind, ere this fact you doubt,-- It was a female crab.
"I felt," thus spoke the tree, "As down the poet lay, A touch, a thrill, a glee, Ne'er felt before that day. Along my verdant blood A quick'ning sense did shoot, Expanding every bud, And rip'ning all my fruit.
"What sounds did move the air, Around me and above! The yell of mad despair, The burning sigh of love! Ambition, guilt-possessed, Suspicion on the rack, The ringing laugh and jest, Begot by sherris-sack!
"Since then, my branches full Of Shakespeare's vital heat, My fruit, once crude and dull Became as honey sweet; And when, o'er plain and hill, Each tree was leafless seen, My boughs did flourish still In everlasting green."
And thus our moral food Doth Shakespeare leaven still, Enriching all the good And less'ning all the ill;-- Thus, by his bounty shed Like balm from angel's wing, Though winter scathe our head, Our spirits dance with spring.
"For the second, it has never yet seen the light; nor am I aware of the existence of any essay to which even the uncharitableness of criticism might imagine a resemblance.
"DOUGLAS JERROLD."
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