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Scenes In America .
to the fence with me , accompanied by two neighbours who had just arrived . As I shook Burns' hard hand , he said ; " Well , Stranger , I ' can tell you one thing , I know you ; do you know Flurry Burns ?" " Yes , " I answered , " well . " " You know where he lives , " he continued . " Yes . " A hearty additional shake of handsand mutual goodbclosed
, a -y our parting , and I spurred my horse on bis road . About three weeks after my departure spoken of above , in returning on my journey , I found myself again at Ball ' s house . He had perfectly recovered from his slight derangement ofinind ; but as his wife had anticipated , he was still gloomy , and spent much of his time in solitary rambles with his gun and dogs .
Shakspeare At Charlecote Park.
SHAKSPEARE AT CHARLECOTE PARK .
¦ BY BK 0 THEK DOUGLAS JERBOLT ) . _ It was a fine May morning when the bailiff of Sir Thomas Lucy , of Charlecote , attended by some half-dozen serving men , rode quickly through the streets of Stratford , and halted at the abode of his worship , the mayor . The children in the street stood mute and stared ; gossips ran to door and casement ; Thrumsthe tailormechanicalltwiched
, , y off his cap , and for a moment forgot the new bridal jerkin of Martin Lapworth , the turner , of Henley-street ; John-a-Combe , the thrifty money-scrivener , startled from a sum of arithmetic , watched the horsemen with peering eyes and open mouth ; and every face expressed astonishment and surmise , as the horses hoofs tore up the road , and the arms of the riders rang and clattered ; and their visages , burly and glowing , shewed as of men bearing mighty tidings . Had a thunderbolt fallen in the
market-place , it could not have more suddenl y broken the tranquillity of Stratford , than had the sudden visit of Sir Thomas Lucy ' s retainers . Every one pressed to the mayor ' s house to learn the tidings ; and in a brief time , one taking up the fears of his nei ghbour for the truth , told an enquiring third that the swarthy Spaniard , with a thousand ships , had entered the Thames ; that her gracious hi ghness , the queen , was a close prisoner in the Tower , and that the damnable Papists had carried the host through the city , and had performed Hi gh Mass in the Abbey at Westminster . This rumour was opposed by another , averring that
tlie queen had drank poison in a quart of sherris , ( a beverage much loved by her highness)—whilst a fourth story told of her private marriage with the master of the horse . Great wonderment followed on each tale . Some vowed they would never be brought to speak Spanishothers religiously called for fire upon all Cath olics—whilst more than one good housewife hoped that in all reasonable time , her majesty would bring forth a princeStratford was the courtlace of
. very -p rumour ; old , yellow Avon paused in his course , astonished at the hum and buzz that came with every wind . At length the truth became manifest . No S panish bottom poisoned the Thames ; no Spanish flag blasted the air of England . Elizabeth yet gnped her sceptre—yet indulged in uiulvugjcd sack andccld viv-
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Scenes In America .
to the fence with me , accompanied by two neighbours who had just arrived . As I shook Burns' hard hand , he said ; " Well , Stranger , I ' can tell you one thing , I know you ; do you know Flurry Burns ?" " Yes , " I answered , " well . " " You know where he lives , " he continued . " Yes . " A hearty additional shake of handsand mutual goodbclosed
, a -y our parting , and I spurred my horse on bis road . About three weeks after my departure spoken of above , in returning on my journey , I found myself again at Ball ' s house . He had perfectly recovered from his slight derangement ofinind ; but as his wife had anticipated , he was still gloomy , and spent much of his time in solitary rambles with his gun and dogs .
Shakspeare At Charlecote Park.
SHAKSPEARE AT CHARLECOTE PARK .
¦ BY BK 0 THEK DOUGLAS JERBOLT ) . _ It was a fine May morning when the bailiff of Sir Thomas Lucy , of Charlecote , attended by some half-dozen serving men , rode quickly through the streets of Stratford , and halted at the abode of his worship , the mayor . The children in the street stood mute and stared ; gossips ran to door and casement ; Thrumsthe tailormechanicalltwiched
, , y off his cap , and for a moment forgot the new bridal jerkin of Martin Lapworth , the turner , of Henley-street ; John-a-Combe , the thrifty money-scrivener , startled from a sum of arithmetic , watched the horsemen with peering eyes and open mouth ; and every face expressed astonishment and surmise , as the horses hoofs tore up the road , and the arms of the riders rang and clattered ; and their visages , burly and glowing , shewed as of men bearing mighty tidings . Had a thunderbolt fallen in the
market-place , it could not have more suddenl y broken the tranquillity of Stratford , than had the sudden visit of Sir Thomas Lucy ' s retainers . Every one pressed to the mayor ' s house to learn the tidings ; and in a brief time , one taking up the fears of his nei ghbour for the truth , told an enquiring third that the swarthy Spaniard , with a thousand ships , had entered the Thames ; that her gracious hi ghness , the queen , was a close prisoner in the Tower , and that the damnable Papists had carried the host through the city , and had performed Hi gh Mass in the Abbey at Westminster . This rumour was opposed by another , averring that
tlie queen had drank poison in a quart of sherris , ( a beverage much loved by her highness)—whilst a fourth story told of her private marriage with the master of the horse . Great wonderment followed on each tale . Some vowed they would never be brought to speak Spanishothers religiously called for fire upon all Cath olics—whilst more than one good housewife hoped that in all reasonable time , her majesty would bring forth a princeStratford was the courtlace of
. very -p rumour ; old , yellow Avon paused in his course , astonished at the hum and buzz that came with every wind . At length the truth became manifest . No S panish bottom poisoned the Thames ; no Spanish flag blasted the air of England . Elizabeth yet gnped her sceptre—yet indulged in uiulvugjcd sack andccld viv-