one sample, in which the beautiful features and grand phenomena are pointed out with perhaps greater effect than would be produced by a more studied description. It seems to me, when reading this and other passages of a similar character, as if the poet in his proper person had suddenly arrested my attention, and pointed out beauties which my own understanding had failed to appreciate, and then-Nature being left to tell its own story-an impression is made which no words could supply. In allusions of this sort-our Bard's unadorned utterances, if I may so call them, utterances that are expressive of themselves, and unadorned, except with their own simplicity, loveliness, or grandeur-their greatest effect lies not in what they express, but in what they suggest. This suggestiveness I will endeavour to explain, and I can think of no better means of doing so than by drawing once more upon my juvenile artistic experiences. I never advanced sufficiently far in the art of painting as to be capable of depicting on canvas a whole landscape; but I could pluck a leaf from a tree, a weed from the hedgerow, or a flower from the garden, and show in outline upon paper a fair resemblance of the original. Let anyone with skill sufficiently developed, take, we will say, in the Spring. time of the year, the wild honeysuckle, and draw an outline of it; add to it another outline of the familiar buttercup; then the primrose, the hawthorn-blossom, the drooping laburnum, or anything you can gather from the fields, and with a fair arrangement of your subjects you have a picture of Spring. We find this perfected in our Shakspeare. In neat, telling outlines, he has sketched Nature in its grandeur or simplicity, his each observation, if not a picture, sufficient to suggest one of its realities, the whole-a garland of poesy. I will now read the passage from the Tempest, to which I allude, in which the fairies are addressed by Prospero. Every sentence, almost every word, is a subject for a painter. There is no soaring up into the seventh heaven, after the style of many of our modern poetasters-these are not lines for the ranting player who likes a part "to tear a cat in; " yet the grand in Nature is touched upon, as well as its simplest beauties: : Prospero.-Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, The Tempest, Act V. Scene 1. What can be more beautiful than the picture brought to our minds by the lines And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him The fairies of his imagination are but a foreground to the most exquisite beauty of the golden sea-beach, as soft as velvet to the tread; the white-crested wave, half a mile in length, sounding in musical, but threatening tones, its grand approach, till it bursts upon the beach with a loud crash; then rushes back with hissing, silvery laugh, and is swallowed in the sea. The jutting promontory of rock carved by old ocean into a thousand fantastic forms; the wheeling, screaming seabirds on its crest; the sky one vast open of blue, an empty heaven-find out such a scene, and, seated in some grassy shady nook, you may enjoy one of the purest delights of which humanity is capable. An equally beautiful picture-an exquisite little sketch in his native woodlands—is the following: I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, I have mentioned imaginative descriptions. These occur when the qualities, attributes, or services of fairies, and suchlike fanciful creatures are spoken of; but all have their foundation and derive their appropriateness from that Nature of which Shakspeare was so great a student. I remember seeing, some years since, a very charming picture of a fairy scene in the Midsummer Night's Dream, in which the artist (Mr. Fitzgerald,) had turned all sorts of little flowers and other natural objects into elves. Shakspeare's own idea was caught by the painter to its very letter as well as spirit, as will be evidenced by the following lines from Romeo and Juliet :— O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. I have now briefly alluded to, and illustrated by quotation, the metaphors, similies, and descriptions which we find in such abundance in our great poet's works. They are Shakspeare's sketches, Shakspeare's drawings, Shakspeare's paintings; and something more—we have in them a school for the development of our own understanding; we have the scale of the poet's progressive passion, by which we may eventually appreciate our great master, if not become poets ourselves; we have the means whereby we may become more capable of enjoying the great gladness around us, render life happier, and ourselves better. HE'S WELCOME HOME AGAIN! A Poem on the Tercentenary of William Shakspeare, BY WILLIAM READER, Author of The Ruins of Kenilworth, Lady Godiva of Coventry, The Gleaner, British Rifle and Sea Songs, &c. DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION, TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE GLEANERS' LITERARY CLUB. Sublime-ethereal-pure-divine— Will. Shakspeare lives for aye! He lives-and time shall ne'er efface That never shall decay! His e'er shall be the foremost place- Of an imperial sway. He lives he reigns in every heart Of his resplendent day! His was the wondrous magic pen And his the ever-tuneful tongue He lives-he lives! once more-once more— And welcome, too, is he yore, In English homes-at English hearths— Of high and low degree. In sunny fields and moonlight paths Now in the sad-now mirthful mood In which he oft fair Nature wooed : Or glancing at the lark that sings At heaven's own gate, with outstretched wings. Home he comes-once more-once more, To his cradle here on earth, To his gentle mother's knee, To his happy infancy, To his father's pious rule, To his "satchel" and his school, To the meadows where he played, *The Mulberry tree, planted by Shakspeare's own hand at his house in Stratford (New Place), cut down by order of the Rev. Francis Gastrell (owner of the property) in 1756. The greater part of this celebrated tree was purchased by Thomas Sharp, of Stratford, who manufactured thereof a variety of curious mementoes: as sworn by him, on his deathbed, before Richard Allen, Mayor of Stratford, October 14, 1799. " To his hours of social glee, Of gleaming sunlight, and of gloom- Once more in "pride of place" he stands, Once more we grasp his English hands, Once more we have him in our midst- Our honoured friend-our welcome guest- The great Magician who at will Our hearts in thrall can hold, The Alchymist whose wondrous skill The Painter-more than Zeuxis famed- The Sculptor-like Praxiteles- The Preacher-in whose graphic words With him we ramble through the copse, Or don the jester's cap and bells Or mount the donjon-tower- And view the warrior's dancing crest, His flashing sword and shield- And mark the war-horse proudly tramp And feel the very shock of war, That now rings in our ears. Or brave the "Tempest's" yeasty waves, Doth rock the ship-boy as he clings Or with him muse and moralize, And never yet was nobler theme "Man." * Anne Hathaway, the wife of Shakspeare, was a native of Shottery, a small hamlet about a mile from Stratford-on-Avon. The house is still to be seen-in nearly its original conditionand is well worthy of a visit, as the veritable rural homestead of a substantial English yeoman of three hundred years ago. † In 1589, Shakspeare was one of the proprietors of the Globe Theatre, Blackfriars, London; destroyed by fire in 1613. There's not a phase of human life Whate'er its aspect be, But mirror'd as in crystal stream Or sways the stubborn mind, But in his "Pictures of the Past," Of laughing joy, whose rosy hours Of care-worn, pale, and haggard grief, Of happy, fond, confiding love, Whose labour is its pride; That hopeful hearts deride; Of supercilious arrogance, And haughty, cold disdain; Of affable benevolence, With heaven itself imbued; That's with the world at feud; Of faith and hope-serene and pure— That withereth to the dust; Diffuseth good by stealth; Of classic learning's priceless store All-all that's noble, great, and wise, Though mixed with earthly leaven, Now with hopes and now with fears, Do they make the bosom burn, *Shakspeare was born April 23, 1564; died April 23, 1616. How shall we do him honour, then? Let Queen Victoria speak!* Full royally we seek. A triumph! ay, a jubilee! A triumph! ay, such triumph In proud imperial Rome! How shall we do him honour, then? Are busy everywhere. The pen-the pencil-and the press, Hail, Stratford! thou with heart elate, All honour hast thou won! Till time has ceased to run : Hail! Stratford, hail! what joy to thee In that fair town of thine! To share thy Shakspeare's jubilee, And joyful tell o'er hill and dell, Will Shakspeare's come again! Hark! hark! his voice-rejoice, rejoice! For every tongue in England swells He's welcome home again! to the * Queen Victoria presented "The Shakspeare Oak people of England: planted on Primrose Hill, April 23, 1864. The Shakspeare Tercentenary Poems, Essays, Songs, &c. The Shakspeare-Portrait Ribbon, woven in the looms of the city of Coventry, "in memoriam :"-the Poet's "book-mark." Pæan: a Hymn or Song of Victory, sung to Apollo. SHAKSPEARE'S RICHARD THE THIRD. BY W. H. OVERALL. ONE of the greatest of the historical plays of our immortal Shakspeare is that of Richard the Third. One would imagine that it was, to use a modern phrase, quite a "sensation" drama in the great Bard's time. Nevertheless, I shall endeavour to prove that the character of Richard, as portrayed by Shakspeare was historically incorrect; and purposely so depicted for no other conceivable motive than stage effect. Shakspeare has made Richard a man crooked and deformed both in mind and body, a confused heap of darkest wickedness and bloody crime. He has made him towering and lofty; equally impetuous and commanding; haughty, violent, and subtle; bold and treacherous; confident in his strength as well as in his cunning; raised high by his birth, and higher by his talents and his crimes: a royal usurper, a princely hypocrite, a tyrant, and lastly a coldblooded murderer. But in order to properly understand the character of Richard, we must bear in mind the previous play of Henry the Sixth, Part III. Act V. Scene 6. A Room in the Tower K. Hen.-Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume, And thus I prophecy,-that many a thousand And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, (Men for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, Thou cam'st [Stabs him. Glo'ster. I'll hear no more :-Die, prophet, in thy speech! For this, amongst the rest was I ordained. [Dies. K. Hen.-Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. Then since the heavens have shaped my body so, I have no brother; I am like no brother: And this word love, which greybeards call divine, And not in me; I am myself alone. In the play of Richard III. we get a good insight of the mode of living in London of the princely merchants and citizens; also of several celebrated localities-the Tower, Baynard's Castle, the Guildhall, Crosby Hall and Place, the Whitefriars, &c. The play opens with a Street in London. In this scene Glo'ster congratulates the house of York upon the accession of Edward IV. Scene 2.-Another Street. Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth in an open coffin, and Lady Anne, as mourner. In this scene the consummate villany of the Duke is most forcibly depicted. This, I shall show you, could only have been the work of the Poet's brain. And then we have in Act III. Scene 4, the quarrel between the Duke and Hastings, Glo'ster and Buckingham, and the final scene of the murder of the two Princes. This would seem to crown all his bloody deeds: but is this story true, or was it only the gossip of the day? This I shall endeavour to explain in the following sketch of Richard the Third, of history. Richard Duke of Gloucester, afterwards King Richard III. was born in the princely castle of Fotheringay, in Northamptonshire, on 2nd of October 1452. He was the eleventh child of Richard Plantagenet Duke of York, and was sixth in descent from King Edward III. His mother was Cecily, daughter of Ralph Neville Earl of Westmoreland, by Joan Beaufort, daughter of John of Gaunt Duke of Lancaster: thus we can trace the lineage of this brave man back to a right noble stock. His mother was one of the most beautiful women of her time. She lived to hear of Richard's death at Bosworth Field. It was the singular fortune of this illustrious lady to have lived in the reigns of five Sovereigns, and to have been the contemporary of six Queens of England and of five Princes of Wales. For her sons she secured the best education of the times, devoting herself with unwearying care to the advancement of their welfare in every way. You will thus see that Richard, when but a mere child, was a witness of the early struggles between York and Lancaster-which hurried his father to the grave, and eventually raised his brother Edward to the throne. At the battle of Bloreheath, the Duke of York his father, and his brother the Earl of Rutland were slain. In the course of events we find that the Duchess, with the younger children, took refuge in the Low Countries, and we see Richard pursuing his studies under the first men of Utrecht. His brother the Earl of March, succeeded to his father's title of Duke of York, and with it to his father's claims to the throne; and although only in his twentieth year, he not only asserted his claims, but upheld them with the fearlessness and valour of a great General. At Mortimer's Cross he gave battle to and defeated the army of King Henry, and in two days after reached London and mounted the throne as Edward IV. The King no sooner found himself secure on his seat, than he sent for his younger brothers, and made George Duke of Clarence, and Richard, who was then only nine years of age, Duke of Gloucester. It would then seem from documents in the Exchequer Chamber, that they were put under the care and instruction of the great Warwick. It is said at the time he was considered the bravest lad of his age. After this date it would appear from history that Richard was a great favourite of his brother: this is clearly demonstrated by the almost incredible wealth and estates heaped upon him by the King. In 1462 he gave him the domains of John Lord Clifford, and in the same year the castle and fee-farm of the town of Gloucester, the castle and manors of Somerset: in all, about forty-six manors. In 1465 he created him Knight of the Garter, and in 1496 caused him to be summoned to Parliament. In 1461 he made him High Admiral of England, besides several other offices; and lastly, in 1474 made him Lord Chamberlain. It must also be remembered, that more than one of these great appointments required that the person holding them should be gifted with singular ability, for on him devolved an authority which rendered him the most powerful subject in the realm. That a Monarch, therefore, so notoriously jealous, as Edward IV. who, moreover, had already been deceived by a favourite brother-the fickle and ungrateful Clarence-should have conferred on a third brother wealth so vast, and power so great, evinces not only how high was the opinion he had formed of Richard's talents, but also how great was the confidence he placed in his loyalty and integrity. Indeed, it is quite clear that Richard of Gloucester was to the last a faithful and loyal subject of Edward IV. For instance, when the King became an exile, with him went Gloucester: when he returned, it is well known with what deference Edward treated the advice of his younger brother in council: and we find, at the battle of Barnet, Gloucester entrusted with the command of the right wing of the army, and opposed to the great Earl Warwick himself. In this battle Warwick was slain, and Gloucester and his army were successful on all sides. He is said, by the chroniclers of the time, to have been in the thickest of the fight. He fought most valiantly again at Tewkesbury: in this battle he led the van, and to his skill the victory was in a great measure owing. Thus, by his valour and generalship he secured his brother upon the throne; and, at eighteen years of age we find him respected at the council table, and admired for his chivalry in the field of battle. The first crime he is charged with, is the way in which he shared in the murder of the Prince of Wales, after this battle of this story we have many accounts, but the most to be trusted state that the Prince was slain during the pursuit: and the rest of the scene is a myth. Neither can I understand how this young and brave man could have become the coldblooded assassin represented. We next come to the murder of King Henry VI. This deed Shakspeare has ascribed to Gloucester: (see Play of Henry VI.) In this respect several of the old chroniclers have confirmed him-but only by hearsay. Now let us quietly examine the various circumstances of the case. The King and Gloucester arrived in London on a certain day, and went to the Tower, and there they received many deputations-the Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens, &c. The Constable of the Tower was Earl Rivers, a man not likely to lend himself to such a crime. The old King was guarded by twelve persons: and then bear in mind that Gloucester was only eighteen years of age, and had a good name to lose, and nothing to gain. If we are to believe the story, we must imagine Gloucester in town only one day, and full of most important engagements, and yet stealing off to murder a poor old man who in the course of nature could not last very long. Then we have the story of his courting Lady Anne over the dead body of her father! That such a scene of intemperate recrimination should have taken place between a royal youth of eighteen and a high-born lady is extremely unlikely. Now this could only have been in the brains of the writer, for at that time she would have been a prisoner in the Tower, and he marching with the King his brother against the Bastard Falconbridge. Now look at the opposite picture: instead of the lady hating him in the violent way Shakspeare has depicted, when he discovered her in very humble circumstances, which she had assumed, she placed herself under his protection, and he took her to the sanctuary of St. Martin's-le-Grand, from whence she was transferred to her uncle the Archbishop of York. In the meantime Gloucester made successful suit for her hand, and they were married in 1472. We next come to the assumption of the crown by Richard, and we are told the story of the council board, the withered arm, and the death of Hastings. This tale, at first blush, appears to carry on the face of it all the evidence of truth; but upon a proper investigation it melts into smoke. It is nothing more than the gossip of the day—and the witchcraft of the day-that Shakspeare has depicted so forcibly; and which, strange to say, has been received and recorded by the historian as a veritable occurrence. : We then have the brutal murder of the two Princes in the Tower and again, the loud and joyous shouts of the Londoners at the coronation of Richard, as if satisfied that he was entitled to the throne. The facts are simply these. The people believed that, under Richard, a man just in his prime, and having the talents he had already shown both at the council and in the field, they would be better governed than under a minor the young King being only thirteen years old. It would then appear that the chief people wished for the throne to be occupied by Richard III. and the young King and his brother were sent to the Tower of London. Now comes the gravest charge of all. Did the King their uncle kill them, or have them killed, is the question? The evidence against the King is to some extent very strong. Sir Thomas More after stating that "James Tyrrell devised that they should be murdered in their beds, and no bloodshed," employing as in the play, Forrest and Dighton; then tells us they were buried "at the foot of the stairs, and covered over with stones." Some time after, it is affirmed by the same author, that Richard ordered them a more honourable interment, and a priest was appointed to that task, who had them reinterred with all honours, but dying shortly after did not disclose their graves. More was a contemporary, and one would, therefore, give some credit to his story, and more especially as in the reign of Charles II. two bodies were found, the bones in size corresponding to the ages of the two children, under the stairs in the chamber in the Tower, where they are said to have been murdered. They were removed to Henry the Seventh's Chapel, Westminster, and reinterred, with an inscription declaring that these were the bodies of Edward the Fifth and his brother. This is the foundation of all the stories relating to this historical event, and one that has been much controverted. Now the evidence against More is, that he was a partisan and living under the sway of the house of Lancaster, and it was his desire to serve his master Henry VII., which put it into his head to believe the current stories of the people. This is evident from his description of Richard, for in this he has followed the stories of the day. He says, "he was little of stature, ill-featured of limbs, crook-backed, his left shoulder being much higher than his right.” Now when we have positive evidence, which will convince any reasonable mind, that he was a man of fine features, robust, of high martial bearing, most courageous, and also courted by the nobility, can anything prove more decidedly |