{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3071", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": ",^0", "height": "2921", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2921", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2921", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2921", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2921", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "%h ^\u00c2\u00aba-^hart\\nof liofemm\\nJAMES LAW", "height": "3042", "width": "2008", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2921", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "^be Sea*5bore ot Bobentia\\ni. kyCrr\\nZEbe ITtue Sbakeepeate\\n2 ramaticallg portva^eD\\nWITH AN APPENDIX ON\\nSbaftespeave s \u00c2\u00a9loves.\\nJAMES LAW\\nAuthor of Dreams o Hame, Columbia-Caledonia, and other\\nScottish and American Poems.\\nNot without right did he appear\\nAmongst the human race,\\nForeverniore to sJiak hh sf cif\\n111 Doubt s protesting face\\nIMPRINTED FOR THK AUTHOR BY\\nTHE NEW ERA PRINTING COMPANY\\nLancaster, Pennsylvania\\nUNITED states OF AMERICA\\n1900\\n1", "height": "2921", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "71^ 3-1\\n.L 3\\n5459\\nCopyrighted 1900 )iy\\nJAMES D. LAW.\\nAll Eiglits Reserved.\\nibr^ry of Conp-*,,]\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0080\u00a2wo Coetfs Rfcen-fo\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2OCT 1 1900\\nS\u00c2\u00a3ce^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2o copy,\\nUellvtrad to\\nOKOC\u00c2\u00ab DtVlSlON.\\nOCT 22 ISOO", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Of fids edition there were made one hundred and eleve\\ncopies, and the type then distributed.\\nThis book, -JVumber ,is p7-esented vnth the Com-\\njtliments of the Author,\\no^", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "A FEW EPISODES\\nSHAKESPEARE S LIFE\\nDRAMATICALLY\\nPORTRAYED\\nOur whole Life is like a Play.\\nBEN JONSON.\\nThe Play s the thing!\\nSHAKESPEARE.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nThe following Corivposition ifbokes no pretence to he any-\\nthing more than a few Conversational Episodes in the Lfe\\nof William Shakespeare. Without consulting either pub-\\nlisher or manager the Writer has had his manuscript\\np)rinted after his own fancy and for reasons that are his\\nown and need not be noted here. He is not ignorant of\\nthe vast output of unacted plays, good, bad and in-\\ndifferent hopjeless, useless and pitiful he also knows\\nthat the best and most sicccessful pens have not escaped\\ncensure; so, with neither high hopes nor great ferns for his\\nlittle venture, should it ever be seen by the general pidj-\\nlic or come luithin the range of the particular critic, the\\nAuthor trusts that Jiis friendly readers may find the book\\nsufficiently interesting to he perused, and not univorthy oj\\npreservation.\\nLancaster, Pa., U. S. A.,\\nSeptember W, 1900.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Poet-Contemporaries of Shakespeare.\\nDRAMATIS PERSONS.\\nWilliam Shakespeare.\\nBen Jonson.\\nFrancis (Lord) Bacon.\\nJames Burbage, Theatrical Manager.\\nRichard Field, Printer and Publisher.\\nThomas Greene, Lawyer, and Cousin of Shakespeare.\\nWilliam Combe, Stratford Citizen, Money Lender, etc.\\nJohn Combe, Brother of William C.\\nHenry Walker, Alderman of Stratford.\\nFrancis Collins, Shakespeare s Solicitor.\\nDr. John Hall, Shakespeare s Son-inJaw.\\nMichael Drayton, 1\\nGeorge Chapman,\\nRobert Greene,\\nThomas Nash, J\\nHenry Chettle, Publisher.\\nLaurence Fletcher, 1\\nJohn Heming, Actors and Colleagues of Shakespeare.\\nHenry Condell, J\\nKing James.\\nWm. Drummond, Poet, Laird of Hawthornden.\\nSir Wm. Alexander (afterwards Lord Stirling), Scottish Poet,\\nJohnny Fergusson, King s Scotch confidant and companion.\\nJames Law, Scottish Rustic Bard.\\nJohn Taylor, The Water Poet.\\nLord Pembroke.\\nLord Southampton.\\nSir Walter Raleigh.\\nHenry Hudson, the Explorer.\\nJohn Smith, of Pocahontas fame.\\nQueen Elizabeth.\\nAnne Hathaway (Mrs. Shakespeare).\\nMary Fitton (Queen s Maid of Honor).\\n_ Shakespeare s daughters.\\nJudith Shakespeare, J\\nCourtiers, Players, Servants, etc.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "The Sea- Shore of Bohemia.\\nACT I. Scene l.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Shottery.\\nThe Lovers Meeting Wm. Shakespeare and Awne Hathaway.\\nW. S. [sitting on stile soliloquizing\\nHow sweet the air, how silent and how cool\\nIt seems the rain has wash d the welkin clean.\\nHow softly smiles fair Luna in the pool\\nThe woods, the grass, they shine so freshly green\\nAs on its axis it revolves in space\\nAnd dons its azure, starry spangled robe\\nSo brightly flecked with filmy silver lace\\nI almost fancy I can hear the globe\\nThrobbing responsive to the distant sway\\nWhich holds the planets in their destined course,\\nThe Law of Nature they must all obey,\\nThe mystic energy, the primal force.\\nUnknown, unknowable, till mortals here\\nEvolve the secret of our earthly sphere\\nA footfall light as down upon the breeze\\nI know it well,\\n[Enter A. if.]\\nHeart s welcome, Mistress dear,\\nI ve waited long and had begun to fear\\nA. H. Sweet William Shakespeare, how you love to tease\\nMy sister, jealous of our coming banns,\\nMy mother scolding at my tardy choice,\\nMy brother jeering at my future plans,", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "2 THE RUSTIC SONG.\\nMy father fearful of the dues to pay,\\nThey all conspired, as with a single voice,\\nTo keep me from you, till I broke away,\\nBut here I am, to meet whom I adore\\nWould suffer martyrdom twice ten times more\\nW. S. Hast met him now or go you farther on?\\nYou speak in riddles that are hard to con.\\nA. H. Sweet William Shakespeare, how you love to tease,\\nBut you may read the riddle as you please\\nMy fate is sealed, all argument beyond.\\nThe day is set and enter d on the bond\\nWithin a week we tAvo shall be made one\\nOur stealthy visitings be wholly done.\\nAnd married life with all its joys begun.\\nW. S. So far off yet How slowly goes the time\\nI ll have to whip it by a stint of rhyme.\\nTwo lengthy Poems I have under way,\\nThat may amuse me till my wedding day\\nThe Love of Venus for Adonis dear,\\nThe painful story of the pure Lucrece,\\nA. H. In that intention may you persevere,\\nI know that each will be a masterpiece.\\nBut sweeter far than classic themes can be\\nI prize the ballad that you made on me,\\nAgain repeat it that in every part\\nIt may be deeper graven on my heart.\\nW. S. In homespun measure, be it right or wrong.\\nHere is the substance of the rustic song\\n[Sings]\\nHER WILL.\\nWhen Willy in the face of Ann\\nFirst shook his martial spear\\nShe had no fancy to trepan\\nSo rude a cavalier.\\nBut William had a way so dear\\nAs guerdon for his skiU", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOEE OP BOHEMIA.\\nShe changed in less than half a year\\nAnd now she hath her WiU\\nHer Wm\\nNow Annie hath her WiU.\\nWhat though no lucre Willie hath,\\nSuccess he yet may seize\\nHow many more have trod the path\\nFrom Nothing up to Ease\\nTwo willing hearts are golden keys\\nTo open Fortune s till,\\nAnd winds may waggle as they please\\nSo Annie hath her WiU\\nHer Will\\nSo Annie hath her WiU.\\nSir Thomas Lucy may be rich,\\nThe Earl of Lester great.\\nAnd good Queen Bess the wisest witch\\nThat ever ruled a State.\\nBut splendid names have little weight\\nCompared to true love s thriU\\nFor homely Hob there s country Kate,\\nFor Annie there is Will\\nHer WiU\\nFor Annie there is Will.\\nTwas made of us, for you, my latest Muse,\\nAnd poorly gives you, as I know, your dues.\\nIt may be sung each simple stanza thro\\nWithout rebuke by either me or you.\\nLast week I gave it to a Player lad\\nWho, passing strong, the gift of music had.\\nAnd swiftly fitting to the Avords a tune\\nHe made of it, he said an evergreen,\\nAnd said Twill ring through all the British Isles\\nWhen you and I have long been summoned hence.\\nSuch is the value of the Poet s gift.\\nConferring life until the crack of doom\\nAnd doubly sure when it may make a start\\nAssociated with Apollo s art.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "4 O, GO NOT YET!\\nBut see Diana has already stalked\\nThro starry forests till her bow is bent\\nAgainst the deer that toss their antler d heads\\nWhile softly grazing in The Milky Way.\\nSome prowling keeper may be lurking near\\nAnd my poor freedom it might cost me now\\nWere I so late to be discovered here\\nGood night, sweet Annie, bear in mind our vow\\nScene 2. Cottage near Stratford-on-Avon.\\nShakespeare taking leave of Mrs. S.\\nW. S. Annie, the bell has told the time for me,\\nWithin an hour the darkness will be gone,\\nI must be hence before Sir Lucy s men\\nHave cross d the hedges that surround the farm.\\nA. S. O, go not yet, not yet, sweet husband mine\\nIt might be better after all to stay,\\nAnd take the sentence that the laws impose,\\nThree months at most and twice or thrice the price\\nOf what the Squire may for his deer demand.\\nSoon would it pass, and soon the fine be paid.\\nBut leaving home for far off London town,\\nA country stranger in a city strange\\nWithout position, place, or post in view.\\nYou might succumb, collapse, go wrong, be wrecked.\\nAnd nevermore to wife and babes return.\\nW. S. Dear wife, be brave, we nothing have to fear\\nFor while tis true that thousands in a year\\nLike insects die upon the Banks of Thames\\nTheir end had come, as twas by God designed\\nAnd whether sporting in luxurious state.\\nOr crawling onward in a garb of rags.\\nIn city pent, or kennell d on a moor.\\nTill fate let fall the due appointed sword", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA.\\nTheir lives were charmed and just as safe and sure\\nAs if surrounded by a learned horde\\nOf brave physicians, all as skilled as Butts.\\nI m not afraid Last night I had a dream\\nAnd in my dream methought I climbed a hill\\nRugged it was, and steep, and oh, so high\\nAbove me and beneath me swarmed, like rats.\\nIt seemed a myriad of ambitious men,\\nAnd I was handicapped with such a load\\nOf children, greenness, disrepute and debts\\nBut persevering, step by step I rose\\nTill ere the shadows of the broiling sun\\nWere falling Eastward I had gained the top,\\nAnd far outdistanced my companions all.\\nWith such an augury, so clear to read,\\nI would do wrong to linger longer here.\\nA. S. Ah, Will, you always could make black seem white\\nAnd juggle sour until it changed to sweet\\nBut husband, husband, be advised by me\\nI have misgivings of your trip afar\\nSome fairer damsels you may hap to see,\\nA present star would dim an absent Queen\\nW. S. A present King eclipse an absent star\\nNo, Annie, never you may safely doubt\\nThat frost will chill you or that fire will burn.\\nBut with thy love encompass d round about\\nI ll still be constant till my safe return.\\nA. S. Oh yet oh, sweetheart oh decide to stay\\nOur httle darlings, let them plead for me.\\nSweet orphans with their father far away.\\nThe parent whom they nevermore may see,\\nOh, stay for me for them I knew you would\\nW. S. Sweet babes farewell be brave as you are good\\nDear mistress now I soon shall scale the hill.\\nAnd ever after you may have your Will.\\nlExii.;\\\\", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "6 HIS BAGGAGE AND HIS BEATS.\\n\\\\_EnteT Sir Lucy s men.\\nHead Gamekeeper spealcs\\nHow now, an t please you, hath our quarry scaped?\\nMy heart misgives me that the bird hath flown.\\nAh, well, perhaps, twere cheaper in the end\\nTo thus be rid of such a ne er-do-well,\\nSupposing all his baggage and his brats\\nMay now be quarter d as a public charge.\\nHe s gone to London to be swallow d up\\nAnd well-digested ere he see again\\nThe woods of Wilmcote or the shady lawns\\nOf Fulbrooke, Charlecote or Snitterfield,\\nUnless, mayhap, the Luddites bolt him down\\nAnd spew him forth again before he finds\\nA friendly roost from which to make his start.\\nWell rid, say I, of rubbish such as he\\nThe Springs of Treason wheresoe er they be.\\nACT II. SpENE 1. The Theatre Shoreditch, London.\\nJames Burbage, Manager, Soliloquizing\\nJ. B. We must do something, or we ll lose our grip\\nFor five nights running we have miss d our aim,\\nAnd worst of all the Curtain, so tis said,\\nIs nightly filled by an applauding crowd.\\nO, that my boy were older, for I know\\nA great tragedian is in Richard bound\\nKeep going, student, you are needed now\\nTo pull your father s venture from the mire,\\nMore Ditch than Shore as it has lately proved.\\n\\\\_A knock Enter Richard Field with William Shakespeare.]\\nJ. B. Come in\\nR. F. Your pardon for intruding thus,\\nBut strong necessity is our excuse.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOEE OP BOHEMIA.\\nMy friend Will Shakespeare who has newly come\\nFrom my old home to try his fortune here,\\nRemembering you were a Warwick man,\\nAnd knowing also that the youth aspires\\nTo learn the calling that you so adorn\\nI have been bold to bring him to your door.\\nHis wit I ll vouch for and his character\\nIf granted scope will answer for itself\\nJ. B. I m sorry Field that you so far afield\\nHave been compelled to bring your country friend.\\nI like his looks, but looks, like words of praise\\nHave little weight compared to clink of cash\\nWhat practice has he in the buskin line?\\nR. F. to W. S. Answer yourself, man, you have got a tongue\\nW. S. Exact experience, if I tell the truth,\\n(As you, perchance, could gather fi-om my youth),\\nI must confess that I have very small,\\nIf I could safely claim a pinch at all\\nBut I am apt, and, handy to the Stage,\\nSuccess, I feel, I boldly may presage.\\nI have the gift of rhythm and of rime,\\nHave written tales and ballads in my time,\\nAm widely read, have tact as well as taste,\\nKnow when to stint and when tis thrift to waste.\\nCan skywards soar, and when the need demands\\nMore mundane duties I have ready hands.\\nWith trades or callings by the score\\nJ. B. Enough,\\nMy rara-avis in the suit of buff\\nI ll try your mettle, and we ll later see\\nWhat recompense you may deserve of me.\\nR. F. I humbly thank jon may you ne er regret.\\nW. S. I thank you both, and I shall ne er forget\\nThe friendly favor you have shown me, Dick,\\nHowever fortune with her lance may prick\\nWhether for me she opes her golden door.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "8 OP CELTIC-SA-XON BLOOD.\\nOi leaves me stranded on the barren shore\\nOf fruitless, bootless, overborne collapse\\nThat irrespective of the way tis spell d\\nWill read but failure,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 which may all escape.\\n[Exit Field.)\\nJ. B. Now, first, my stripling, let me have your name\\nIs t Shagsper, Shakspur, Shaxberd or Shakespeare\\nWilliam, I fancy, in the usual way?\\nW. S. My name is Shakespeare as my father s is\\nAnd may be spell d whichever way you please.\\nSo long as you retain the sound Shak spear.\\nMy Uncle William on the banks of Don\\n(I am myself of Celtic-Saxon blood)\\nIs known as Chackpurse by the granite Scots,\\nAnd kin of mine are hailed as Shaggybeards.\\nWhat s in a name considered by itself?\\nIt is the man that magnifies the name\\nJ. B. Well spoken, Rufus take this Play-book here\\nAnd con the lines until you have them graved\\nUpon the tablets of your plastic mind\\n[J-sicle] (In time to struggle through your mastick jaws).\\nYou may as Prompter take your primal stand\\nTo any height hereafter to expand.\\nScene 2. Shakespearean Play at Whitehall.\\nQueen Elizabeth, Mes. Fitton, Eael op Essex, Lord South-\\nampton, Francis Bacon. Glove episode, Christmas, 1597.\\nQ. E. Love s Labor Lost Before we start the fun,\\nFetch forth the Actor-Author of the Play\\nM.y Lord Southampton, bring me here your friend.\\n[South, retires also Mary Fitton unperceived by Q.]\\nE. OP E. What would your Majesty with Shakespeare now?\\nYou met him when you were at Kenilworth\\nAnd such as he can live his whole life through\\nUpon the sunshine of one Queenly smile.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA.\\nQ. E. It is my wish The Poet has a power\\nMore potent yet than any Queen can wield,\\nAnd such as he is as a King of Kings.\\nI would be rather fixed in his regard\\nThan gain the homage of an Emperor.\\nFor, know ye not, when we are dead and gone,\\nAnd nothing of our Court or Crown remains\\nBut here and there a scrap of doubtful lore,\\nKing William s reign will be as wide as words.\\nHis subjects scattered over all the globe.\\nBy admiration and affection linked,\\nWhere common rulers with mere royal rights\\nWill only have the honors paid by law\\nTis therefore well, if we desire to live.\\nTo win his favor who enjoys the art\\nThat far surpasses our restricted sway.\\n[Southampton returns.\\nLord S. Your Poet, Madame, keenly feels your Grace,\\nIn condescending to receive him here,\\nRewards him better than his poor deserts\\nBut, ill accoutred as he haply is\\nTo play the Actor in the Play tonight,\\nHe says he will not show his disrespect\\nBy now intruding in your royal box.\\nQ. E. Recharge him then, that tis his Queen s command\\nAt termination of his final scene\\nIn whatso er apparel he may be\\nWe wish to meet him and will wait his time.\\n[^Exit Southampton.]\\nQ. E. To Francis Bacon.\\nMy young Lord Keeper, do you know the Bard?\\nBacon. Not I, Your Majesty, but shortly will.\\nSince Jonson, as you know, our mutual friend.\\nHas made appointment for our meeting soon.\\nQ. E. Then let it be your special charge from me\\nTo tell our gentle Willy that his Queen", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "10 THIS STKATFOED CLOWN.\\nDesires his FalstafF as a Lover staged.\\nI know the task will tax his utmost skill\\nBut I have faith in my unconquer d will.\\nWhere s Mistress Fitton? Can it be that she\\nHas gone to greet him and delayed him so?\\nMrs. Fitton. [^Just returned.\\nMost gracious Majesty, I m by your side.\\nI went myself to give my Shakespeare cheer,\\nAnd supplicate him Avhen he played tonight\\nTo act not only at his very best.\\nBut also constantly to bear in mind\\nBright royal eyes would his deportment watch.\\nKeen royal ears would weigh his measured words.\\nAnd haply you, to test his ready wit.\\nMight interject some fun his brain to vex,\\nUpset his poise and all his plan perplex.\\nQ. E. Now Fitton, faith, you must have witchcraft sure\\nI have such fancy, for a fact, designed.\\nWhen he is busy in his stated part\\nI mean, as if by chance, to drop my glove.\\nAnd will persist until I make him speak\\nAt least some few extemporaneous lines.\\nIt is my hope to make the flint strike fire\\nAnd forge a bolt that we ourselves inspire.\\nScene 3. London.\\nBoar s Head Tavern. Shakespeare s Detractors: G. Chapman,\\nR. Greene, H. Chettle, T. Nash.\\nGr. Let s drink it down I m not afraid to pay\\nBut Chettle here so stingy has become\\nBefore he knows it he will be as mean\\nAs Billy Shakespeare, if two such could be\\nChet. Now God forbid that I should be so close\\nOr only spend at other folk s expense.\\nChap. This Stratford clown we must at once suppress.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA. 11\\nNash. What is he but a bladder full of mud,\\nAnd having stolen from liis bettei s pipes\\nHe thinks forsooth that he can play a tune.\\nChap. Tis good enough to charm the Warwick boors\\nOr London s rabble of the grade of those\\nHe spent his hfe amongst till he was chased\\nFor crimes I know not from his native vale.\\nChet. I heard he killed Sir Thomas Lucy s deer\\nAnd left no end of women in disgrace.\\nGe. Its like enough, for as Ave all have seen\\nHe pilfers plots, and acts, yes, plays entire;\\nDespoils the beauties that he vilely stole,\\nAnd leaves his heroines at last outraged.\\nThe helpless victims of his lust for gain.\\nPoor upstart crow so like a crow he sings\\nNash. Nay crows can croak he screeches like a seal.\\nChap. And now his impudence has made him fawn\\nTo catch Lord Pembroke s ever kindly ear.\\nIf Willy s gold were equal to his brass\\nHe would be foremost of our London wits.\\nGr. Who ever saw him at a feast or fair\\nUnless a guest who sjDonged upon his friends\\nHe saves his money, but will gladly help\\nE en uninvited to get rid of yours.\\nNash. I hate the Butcher as I scorn his style.\\nWhy stay d he not among his lambs and rams\\nHis pigs and cows, his livers, lights and plucks,\\nBut must his hands in human blood imbrue.\\nAnd splash his pages with the crimson ink\\nAs if a Tragedy were naught but gore\\nBecause he has by Fortune s freakish whim\\nAt last been favor d far beyond his worth\\nHe keeps aloof, puts on exalted airs\\nAnd thinks that since he has the public ear\\nAnd by his gall has even won the Court,", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "12 WITH HONEY D PHKASES.\\nWe gentlemen and scholars should obey\\nHis silly nod and sneeze when he takes snufF.\\nChap. Old Burbage too is in his dotage sure\\nOr he would never such a tyro trust\\nTo run his Playhouse as this Shakescene does.\\nGr. Here, waiter I Bring us in another quart\\nWe ll drink confusion to the saucy daw\\nHe must be squelch d, not merely scotched but Mlt,\\nAnd I m the boy can make him shake his spear.\\nAll. Success attend you is the wish of all\\nWe drink Quick Ending to the greenhorn s fall.\\nScene 4. Bacon s Lodgings, Gray s Inn, London.\\nBacon and Ben Jonson conversing.\\nB. You said tonight we might expect your friend.\\nLast night I saw him in Love s Labor Lost\\nAs acted at the Court before the Queen\\nAnd were it not that I was forced to leave\\nBefore the finish of the second act\\nI should have met him by the Queen s desire.\\nB. J. Then heard you nothing of the hit he made\\nWhich so astonished and entranced the Queen\\nShe dropp d her glove right squarely in his path\\nAnd on the instant as if twere a part\\nThat had been studied and could only be\\nHe picked it up and in the blandest style\\nWith honey d phrases worthy of a King\\nHe, bowing low, returned the royal gage\\nAmidst applause that surged from pit to dome.\\nB. I hanker much to know so rare a man.\\nWhat boots it to be penn d in Learning s Halls\\nFor many years devoting means and time\\nAnd grinding on through Lecture Rooms and Books\\nTill brains revolt and fingers fail to act", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOEE OF BOHEMIA. 13\\nWhen from the fields, the shambles and the stalls\\nUntutored surely, and a clown in fact.\\nComes William Shakespeare with a gift of rhyme\\nAnd rhythmic style so perfect in its scan\\nIts beauty none may ever hope to mend\\nIts flow as easy as a mountain brook s\\nSmall wonder be it that our College Bards\\nRefuse to credit such a rustic sage\\nAnd, green with envy, gnash their teeth with rage\\nComparing his with their reduced rewards\\nB. J. The University of gentle Will\\nThan either Cambridge or old Oxford too\\nWas grander, greater and more ancient still.\\nHis Alma Mater was Dame Nature s self,\\nAnd many volumes she has never oped\\nTo other mortals she revealed to him.\\nWhere classic scholars in the closet groped\\nWithout success upon the dusty shelf\\nHe took the Court, the city and the fields.\\nAnd watching men and by observing things\\nHe learned the lore that such a study yields.\\nAnd wrote it down, unletter d as he seemed,\\nIn lines so fine, so truthful and so strong,\\nAnd yet withal so lovely and so sweet\\nThat Readers never till he spoke had dreamed\\nOur English tongue contained so rare a song\\nOr tripped to verse on such melodious feet\\nB. Nay rather soared on such celestial wings!\\nI am amazed How acts he as a man?\\nB. J. As kind as modest and an honest soul.\\nUpbuilt upon a strong yet gentle plan\\nIs prudent too in fact upon the whole\\nHe puzzles me, since, spite of all his charms\\nDeserved dispraise his daily life disarms.\\n\\\\Knock heard. Shakespeake enters.\\nBut here he comes My friends, I own I m proud\\nTo join your hands; may ye be henceforth friends.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "14 OUR GRACIOUS QUEEN.\\nB. This is a meeting that I long have vow d.\\nS. In me both love and admiration blends.\\nB. The honor s mine pray, Shakespeare, have a chair\\nOur friend and Secretary Jonson knows\\nHow much I have desired to meet you here.\\nS. He wrote me of your wish when I was North\\nAnd since the time when I his note received\\nYour invitation has been wine to me\\nAnd borne me up along a miry road.\\nTwas only yesterday we came to town\\nAnd here I am, post haste, as yovi can see.\\nB. I thank you heartily for your dispatch\\nAnd wish to say before I state my news\\nThat I would deem that you would favor me\\nIf here you came as oft as you might list\\nTo use my books as if they were your own\\nAnd if there may be aught where I can aid\\nYour fruitful fancy or your ready pen\\nI trust you may from this time henceforth feel\\nThat what I know is yours at your command.\\nS. You raise me far above my slender claims,\\nBut I shall best display my gratitude\\nBy coming often to your chambers here.\\nI ll not be slow to utilize your books\\nAnd if your leisure may permit the choice\\nNo man exists to whom I would apply\\nFor help more gladly than I would to you.\\nB. We ll seal the paction with a cup of sack.\\nAnd now Her Majesty, our Gracious Queen,\\nSo much enjoys your FalstaflTin your Plays\\nShe wants to see the valiant fat Sir John\\nRe-staged, to act as if he were in love.\\nShort time is left to execute the task\\nBut you can do it and twill raise you more\\nIn estimation of the Queen and Court\\nThan any other of your Whitehall works.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA. 15\\nS. Since tis her wish, her wish is my command.\\nI ll do my best and let my betters see\\nSome sample sketches of the daily life\\nOf common people as they re seen and heard\\nPay off, perhaps, a debt I long have owed\\nSir Thomas Lucy of old Charlecote Park,\\nAnd show my FalstafFas a wooer bold.\\nAs Time and Fancy may my plans unfold.\\nACT III. Scene 1. Stratford-on-Avon.\\nAlderman H. Walker and the Combes, William and John,\\ndiscussing Shakespeare s Purchase of New Place.\\nW. C. By William Shakespeare: can it be the truth?\\nIt seems but yesterday he left the place\\nA poaching jailbird with no robes but rags\\nTo hide his nakedness; and now tis said\\nThat he, our Will, has purchased, and has paid\\nFor New Place, lord the best and largest house\\nIn Stratford town Hast heard this morning s news?\\nH. W. Tis true as Truth. I just have had a talk\\nWith William Underbill who told me so.\\nWell done, I say, for Stratford s Butcher Boy\\nBut did I not predict, yea, forced it down\\nThe stubborn stomachs of Sir Lucy s men\\nThat we should hear yet and to good account\\nOf BaiUfi Shakespeare s energetic lad?\\nJ. C. A lucky man he must have surely been,\\nA thrifty man he must have also been\\nTo thus return a conqueror so soon\\nAnd buy the Mansion House of old Sir Hugh.\\nDid st hear how came it that he prosper d so?\\nH. W. We know his business has for many years\\nBeen with the Players playing many parts\\nFrom Waiter, Prompter, Messenger and Mime", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "16 A THOUSAND POUNDS.\\nTo acting Ghost, and onwards, upwards thence.\\nUntil by industry he blossom d forth\\nAs leading owner of the Globe House Shares.\\nMoreover also, be it so or not.\\nIt is reported that his noble friend,\\nMy Lord Southampton, when he heard that Will\\nHad set his heart upon the Clopton Place,\\nFreighted a letter with a Thousand Pounds\\nForthwith to aid him in his fond desire\\nJ. C. Good Noble Lord\\nW. C. Far-seeing gentleman\\nH. W. I trust it s true, for hardly likely there\\nWill his Maecenas stay his helping hand,\\nAnd indirectly may we profit all.\\nJ. C. It may be so that we may shortly see\\nOur townsman s patron, and it may befall\\nThat he to borrow may be so inclined\\nThat then, my brother, we may be of use\\nAt ten per centum with our loan secured.\\nH. W. Brave ten per cent why that s the golden trick\\nAs swift as most to gather in the coin\\nOn Avon s side or by the Banks of Thames\\nMayhap our Player is a Lender too?\\nDick Quiney told me that of William Shak.\\nHe borrowed largely and he doubtless paid\\nThe Lender s tax upon the lender s terms\\nBut, friend, have you forgot the biting rhyme\\nIn which the youngster made a scoff of you?\\nJ. C. Of me He never made a scoff of me,\\nFor know you not I have admired him long.\\nAs boy, as man and in my latest will.\\nMyself unblest with either chick or child,\\n(For wives and children are expensive things.\\nAnd give to gear not only legs but wings).\\nThe tidy fortune that I have amass d", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOEE OP BOHEMIA. 17\\nShort of my wishes, as it doubtless is,\\nIf he survives me it will all be his.\\nW. C. Well spoken. Walker, let my brother hear^\\nWhat I have known but never dared to tell.\\nIn fear my motive might be misconstrued\\nSo bhndly has he set his eye and heart\\nOn one who rather than to spoil his jest\\nWould scruple not to sacrifice his Mend.\\nH. W. And lose both joke and friendship in the end\\nJ. C. What said he, then, or rather what is said\\nThat he has said disparaging John Combe\\nWho no man owes, nor will do while he lives\\nAnd hath provided even for his death\\nBy he himself erecting his own tomb.\\nH. W. It was a verse about your self-same tomb,\\nThe doggrel yelping of a waggish youth,\\nAnd by your leave it had a swing like this\\nHere stands the Tomb\\nOf Miser Combe\\nWhose money ne er was lent\\nTo rich or poor\\nFor less or more\\nThan ten or twelve per cent.\\nHis horrid itch\\nFor growing rich\\nDecreed for him his doom\\nAn endless woe\\nOf work below\\nWhitewashing Hades gloom\\nJ. C. The filthy boy the vile ungrateful cur\\nBespattered o er with dirt and blood and grease.\\nTo thus lampoon me in my native home\\nBut thank the Lord I still am sound and hale.\\nTo-day my will shall know another Will\\nAnd Shakespeare s rhyme shall pay the Lawyer s bill.\\nCome, Walker, you shall fitting witness be\\nHow Shak s red hair shall be re-combed hy me.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "18 HIS NAME IS LAW.\\nScene 2. Aberdeen, October, 1601.\\nWm. Shakespeare, Laurence Fletcher, James Law.\\nL. F. {to W. S.)\\nSalute your betters Don t you see my hat\\nI m now a citizen of Bon Accord\\nLaw. And also I to equal honor raised.\\nW. S. Hail Burgesses of Aberdeen, twice hail\\nF. This was a welcome that had hearty warmth\\nAnd no man now will dare to speak to me,\\nOf frigid greetings in the Granite North.\\nS. Or sing again a verse of Cold and Raw\\nF. It was a triumph such as even I\\nHad not expected, howsoe er deserved.\\nI must retire and send the tidings South.\\nShakespeare receive my Scottish brother here\\nA rustic Poet as I ve been informed\\nWho much desires to have a talk with you.\\nHis name is Law, Enough as says his crest,\\nFor friend or foe, and I the first have proved.\\nW. S. Neither obscure nor loiu I m also sure\\nLaw. And to complete the mottoes of my clan\\nI ll quote the third one: While Hive I ll crow! (Exit F.)\\nW. S. Well said, my Scotsman is it truly so,\\nAs Fletcher says, that you are fond of verse\\nAnd on occasion woo the muse yourself?\\nLaw. I cannot now recall a distant time.\\nI was not partial to the clink of rhyme,\\nAnd since I first began to use my quill\\nMy best-loved haunt has been Parnassus-Hill.\\nBut so capricious are the tuneful Nine\\nThey ne er would deign to grace a verse of mine\\nUnless I warbled in my native tongue\\nSo all my singing has perforce been sung\\nIn common measures and in Doric strains,\\nWhich your fine English I have heard disdains?", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOBE OF BOHEMIA. 19\\nW. S. Not SO, my Poet I have high regard\\nAbove all writers for a rustic bard\\nThe art and science of the classic schools\\nAre doubtless helpful as poetic tools,\\nBut years of study and persistent toil\\nCan never catch the spirit of the soil\\nThe native genius of the simple child\\nWhose masterpieces are his woodnotes wild.\\nBesides, the dialect of Aberdeen\\nIs not so foreign as it might have been\\nYour good braid Scots is not removed so far\\nFrom Chaucer s English as my writings are\\nAnd I could wish the language of the South\\nHad in its lexicon as rich a rowth\\nOf couthie, glowing and poetic words\\nAs your succinct Vernacular affords.\\nThe morsels of your early Minstrelsie\\nHave long been studied and admired by me\\nYour Rhymer s Thomas, he of Ercildoune\\nYour Barbour s Bruce, composed in this braif toune\\nYour Wyntoun s Chronicle, origynall\\nBlind Harry s Wallace, I have read them all\\nSir Ralph the Collier and Colkelbie s Soo\\nKing BcrdocTc that intill a fern-bush grew\\nThe Merry Carling of auld Battock s bow r\\nKing James s Quair, compiled in Windsor s Tow r,\\nAnd, better still, his Christens Kirk on the Greene\\nEmbalming rustic life in Abirdene\\nSweet Robert Henryson, Dunfermline s Sage\\nWho wrote the Abbey Walk and Praise of Age,\\nRobin and Makyne and The Bloody Sark,\\nAnd as a Fabulist has left his mark\\nI ve scann d them thro the mickle and the wee,\\nTheir greits o grief as weel s their gleams o glee,\\nTo Walter Kennedy, and great Dunbar\\nYour brightest and your best Poetic Star\\nAs Metre s Master he is not surpass d\\nBy any Bard among the British class d;", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "20 A KING TIS WELL TO KEX.\\nHis fine artistic finish and his ease,\\nHis varied staves that never fail to please,\\nHis grave or gay alliterative strains.\\nHis rare, unique examples of Refrains,\\nAffected sometimes as his style may be\\nWe ll look for long before his like we see\\nThe first I know successfully to wrench\\nNew forms and fancies from the frisky French\\nAnd still unequall d in our English verse\\nFor apt expressions, tender, true and terse;\\nWhile for ironic and satiric slaps.\\nFor witty pictures and for bitter raps,\\nHis rich and racy penetrative pen\\nProclaims him as a King tis well to ken\\nBrave, brilliant, brainy, most melodious Scot,\\nWho likes him not must surely know him not\\nAnd Gavin Douglas, Bishop of Dunkeld,\\nWhose vulgar Virgil still is unexcell d\\nAnd David Lyndsay, Lyon-King-of-Arms,\\nWhose cry, tho coarse, is not without its charms\\nA Playwright too, whose genius animates\\nThe Pleasant Satyre of the Three Estates,\\nAs fine a picture of his land and time\\nAs any work in either prose or rhyme\\nI love them all I know them less or more\\nAs Wits unparallel d in Southron lore\\nBut this digression on my part excuse,\\nI thirst to try a tasting of your muse,\\nIf quite convenient let me have the lay\\nThat Fletcher raved about so much to-day.\\nLaw. Less worthy I, than he was critic kind,\\nAnd so disposed may I the Master find\\nWhen all untrained my halting lines I read.\\nW. S. The pleasure will be mine my friend proceed.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Law recites.\\nTHE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA. 21\\nTHE WAY TO WOO.\\nWhen ye hae look d upon the lass\\nYe feel inclined to mak your ain,\\nSome glarin fau ts ye may let pass,\\nFor Love beguiles the Lover s brain\\nSo get some auld and practised hands\\nTo teU ye hoo your lady stands.\\nAnd first, when ye set oot to woo.\\nKeep fu some phrasin frae your tongue\\nStraucht-forrat speech wiU help ye thro\\nWhile lees will lose the aidd or young\\nBut show ye lo e the lassie weel.\\nAnd she ll o erlook your want o skeel.\\nShe U maybe for a short time froon,\\nAnd cut ye wi a caul rif e e,\\nBut lang afore the nicht slip roun\\nShe ll wish ye had the pluck to pree,\\nAnd greet her lane an hoor or twa\\nIf ye should fruitless wear awa\\nWhat tho she mak a feint to fecht.\\nAnd scowl and scaul when ye draw near\\nShe kens her Na has little wecbt,\\nAnd tries to gar ye true she s sweir\\nTo grant ye what she wadna gie\\nHad ye nae been mair Strang than she\\nWhen better kent bear wi her wheems,\\nSyne bidena back to lat her ken\\nHow great and grand are a your schemes\\nAboon the schemes o common men\\nAnd how the gear is roun ye row d.\\nFor nane are proof against the gowd.\\nBe to your aiths as true as steel,\\nBut o your deeds mak little din\\nAnd gin your dearie treat ye weel\\nStick to her side thro thick and thin\\nYea, should misfortune at her bite,\\nBe last to flee, tho a should flyte.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "22 THE TRAGIC STOEY OF MACBETH.\\nThe depths that in the women be\\nChoice is the chiel that comprehen s\\nThe gull that skims across the sea\\nAboot its caves as little kens\\nFor aft a nymph when she says Nay\\nWill sulk if ye should tak it sae.\\nBy this ye ll maybe understand\\nWho hear my rambling verses thro\\nThe softer sex of every land\\nHave bodies, parts and passions too,\\nAnd like at times to taste the sweets\\nAs weel s the mair substantial meats.\\nBut weesht I fear I ve been owre bauld\\nTo show sic secrets in my sang\\nSome things had better nae be tauld,\\nTho what s the truth, Can it be wrang?\\nThen wi a hint I ll end my rhyme\\nBe ye not hlate when comes your time\\nW. S. Now that s a ballad has both sound and sense,\\n[^side] (I ll utilize it when we travel hence.)\\nIt may seem strange to say so, but my brain\\nHas been at work since you commenced your strain\\nIn fancy s flight I turned me to the tale\\nOf Caledonia and the stand she made\\nFor Independence by the Bannock-burn.\\nBrave-hearted people great, unconquer d race\\nHow grand a topic for a noble play\\nLaw. Too vast a theme to handle in a night\\nBut, if the Mouse may help the Lion out,\\nTake up the tragic story of Macbeth,\\n(His step-son Lulach in our shire was slain):\\nBring in the Avitches on the blasted heath.\\nBrave Banquo s ghost that feasting would not down,\\nThe Jezebel that died for lack of sleep.\\nThe Birnam Wood that walked to Dunsinane,\\nThe vengeful fighting of the fiery Duff,\\nAnd all the items as so finely told", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-.SHOEE OF BOHEMIA. 23\\nWithin the pages of our HolHnshed\\nWho took, in turn, his facts from Bellenden.\\nW. S. I ll brood upon it, and you have my thanks\\nFor your suggestion of a subject fraught\\nWith actions, persons, places and a time\\nSo picturesque, poetic and sublime.\\nWho could have been so bold as to declare\\nOur passing visit to your Weigh-house Square\\nWould bring results of such import to me\\nAs, by Saint Andrew, they bid fair to be\\nScene 3. Walton Hoihse. Earl of Pembroke s Home.\\nShalcespearean Play to he given.\\nKing James I. Johnny Fergusson, the King s Scotch favorite,\\nCourtiers, etc.\\nKing J. to Fergusson\\nNow, Johnny, stop, you deave me with your din.\\nBecause you were my playmate in my youth.\\nAnd have been with me all the time since then\\nBecause I grant you freedoms spared to few.\\nYou must not fancy I can stomach all.\\nHow better think you would you do than I\\nWere you John Fergusson to be King James\\nAnd I King James to be John Fergusson?\\nBy Jove we ll test it and begin the jest\\n\\\\_Changes places with Fergusson.]\\nMy Lords, the King is in the Chair of State\\nSalute His Majesty as I do now\\n\\\\_All salute Fergusson as King.]\\nFerg. {as King) speaks:\\nMy hearty thanks My friends resume your seats.\\n\\\\_All sit down except Ferg. and King J.]\\nWhile chance permits it let me speak my mind.\\nHow easy is it for the royal head,\\nTo be so good, so witty and so wise", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "24 IS SHAKESPEARE WITH THEM?\\nAnd yet at times Old Truth must take a turn,\\nAnd, like a poor relation at a feast\\nWill by his marked intrusion cause a chill,\\nTo check the flattery so forced and feigned.\\nHow false, how venal, how corrupt the Court\\nThat feeds the vainness of a foolish King,\\nA self-conceited, weak, pedantic thing\\nThat hath rewards and honors but for those\\nWho prostitute their talents to his whims\\n[^Pointing to King as Fergusson.]\\nThere stands a man that is a manly man,\\nAn honest creature and a model friend.\\nHe was the comrade of my childhood, he\\nRegards me now with unaffected love.\\nBy all the means that are at his command,\\nHis pure affection he has daily proved,\\nMaking my welfare greater than his own,\\nStriving to guard me from malign advice,\\nPrompting me ever for my country s good,\\nWarning me gently when I might have strayed\\nWhere danger lurked, unseen by fawning knaves\\nA man that I would have you imitate,\\nFor let me tell you further in his praise\\nWhile I have squander d fortunes on a horde\\nOf sycophantic hypocritic rogues\\nTo good John Fergusson now standing there\\nIn all the years Ave have as brothers been\\nI have donated not a single plack\\nBut\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nK. J. Augh, you paAvky loon, brak aff your clack\\nI want nae mair o your ironic tongue\\nGet aff my throne or I shall hae ye hung\\n[F. retires.^\\nLord P. The actors. Sire, your servants of the stage.\\nAre all assembled in the court without\\nPrepared to give you what you may select.\\nK. J. Is Shakespeare with them? I ll confer with him,", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE SBA-SHOEE OF BOHEMIA. 25\\nA worthy actor, passing apt to learn.\\nI have some thoughts we both may profit by.\\nlEnter S.]\\nWelcome, my friend, I m glad again to see\\nThat by your greeting you remember me.\\n\\\\_Aside.\\nDidst get the Speech I sent last week to you\\nTo have it spoken, as it were by chance,\\nWhen you can best inject it in your Plays?\\nS. I did, Your Majesty; it can be used\\nAt any time I play a kingly part\\nTo -wit, to-night, in Hamlet his Revenge\\nI ll inteiject it as an interlude.\\nK. J. Na, faith, I would not have my words postponed\\nToo far behind to straggle in the march.\\nAnd haply pass unnoticed in the crowd.\\nWhen all your hearers are at your command.\\nThe Avhich (if ever) at the Prologue is.\\nSpeak forth my Speech; it is the proper time.\\nS. Pardon me. Sire, but with much more effect\\nI could import it, weave it in between.\\nOr else delay it till the whole be past\\nThe best you know should be reserved for last.\\nK. J. And then sing-song it as an Epilogue\\nWhen half your congregation is asleep?\\nA good thing, as the Haly Book can show,\\nIs twice as good when it is promptly gi en\\nSo make my piece the Proem to your plays,\\nNot only here but wheresoe er you are,\\nAnd see you keep it in your repertoire\\nSpeaking it plainly once a day at least,\\nWhether an actor at a private feast\\nLike here at Walton, or the public stage\\nYour time, your gestures and your voice engage.\\nThat all my people may between the lines\\nInterpret truly my august designs.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "26 THE PRINCE OF DENMAEK.\\nThe Play can thus instruct the class that shirk\\nThe truths my clergy thunder frae the Kirk.\\nW. S. The King s suggestion is his servant s law.\\nK. J. Until requested you may now withdraw.\\n[To Lord P.] [W. S. Retires.\\nWhat is the play to be to-day, my lord\\nL. P. The Prince of Denmai-k, please Your Majesty,\\nIn special honor of your Danish Queen,\\nAnd if it suits you we can now begin.\\nK. J. We re ready, waiting; let the trumpet sound.\\n\\\\_Trumpeter heard.]\\nEnter W. S. \\\\_as a king]. Recites King James s Speech.\\nI thank you people for the homage paid\\nTo me your two times coronated king.\\nThink you that time in thus selecting me\\nHath not done wisely after waiting long?\\nHow many wretched, bloody, fatal wars\\nHave racked the realms which now in peace are one,\\nHow many vows and life and death desires\\nHave been recorded in the bygone years\\nTo crush the independence of the North\\nAnd hide the Thistle underneath the Rose\\nHow oft hath good St. Andrew s cross been spread\\nIn firm offence and proud defence against\\nThe sacred banner of the bold St. George\\nBut now at last without a single jar\\nThe fiery genius of the steadfast Scot\\nHath smoothly triumphed, and the royal line\\nThat dates its start from Fergus, styled the First,\\nAbsorbs its rival, and will keep the lead\\nIncreasing strength from now forevermore.\\nTis proper then that I, who thus unite\\nIn my majestic and imperial self\\nThe flight of ages and the hopes and fears\\nOf countless millions who are dead and gone.\\nShould make it certain that my mother land", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOEE OP BOHEMIA. 27\\nMay have the sweet, the sunshine and the fruit,\\nWhile for her foe the labor and the sweat\\nWill be the fittest portion of the spoil.\\nBe gi-ateful all that ye have found in me\\nA brainy man, a cultui ed, knowing King,\\nTo see whose equal must Europa wait\\nThree hundred twelvemonths from our present date.\\nThen nobles, commons, guard your treasure well\\nIt ill becomes a man to talk or act\\nDerogatory to his parent dear\\nAnd if there are amongst my subjects all\\nAny who deem that I too much prefer\\nThe land and people of my birth and race\\nRemember also that tis God s command\\nTo common people and to Kings alike\\nTo honor still the source from which they sprang.\\n[K. J. God bless the Actor for his brave harangue f^\\nAnd furthermore, because your sovereign Sir\\nWas born so richly gifted from above\\nAnd by the bias of his secret springs\\nIs apt at times to value study more\\nThan even king-craft and affairs of state,\\nBeheve it not a predetermined whim,\\nA royal fancy or a foolish fault.\\nBut rather down upon your humble knees\\nAnd thank the Lord who in his boundless grace\\nHath bless d the age with such a puissant Prince.\\nK. J. Well spoken. Sir, I pray you to accept\\nThis toyish trifle of a signet ring\\nWhen worn twill help you to recall your King.\\nW. S. \\\\_Bowing loivJ]\\nUnworthy, yet my grateful heart exclaims\\nGod guard Great Britain and long live King James", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "28 HE IS A POET TRUE.\\nScene 4. The Globe Theatre, London.\\n[Manager Shakespeare accepts Ben Jonson s Play.\\nJames Buebage, Proprietor, to W. S., Mgr.\\nYou waste your breath I have decided No,\\nBen Jonson s Comedy I ll not accept.\\nAs well as I you are aware that he,\\nBut for his quarrel with old Henslow s man,\\nWould not have brought his composition here\\nBesides his thumb that bears the Tyburn brand\\n(And some declare it suits him to a T)\\nIs far too clumsy to manipulate\\nThe mobile clay that present plays demand.\\nRacy he is at times but far too coarse.\\nToo full of fighting and of self esteem.\\nW. S. But yet for all he is a Poet true,\\nAnd while he may affect pedantic strains\\nAnd overrate the learning of the schools.\\nHis work has worth I ve read it three times thro\\nAnd also play d in it some ten years gone.\\nB. But then again he is so mixed in broils\\nTo take him up may cost us very dear.\\nHave you forgotten how he carried on\\nWhen London chuckled over Eastward Ho\\nW. S. Why then he took a noble manly course\\nAs I remember when he heard the news\\nOf Marston and of Chapman disciplined\\nFor certain jibes against the hungry Scotch\\n(That gave such rank displeasure to the King),\\nBen, unaccused, Avent with them to the jail,\\nAnd, braving threats of losing nose and ears,\\nShirked not what sentence might have been imposed,\\nA pretty sequel has been also told\\nHow at a supper which the Poet gave\\nIn celebration of the Rogues release\\nHis mother clinked her wineglass to his health.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEmA. 29\\nAnd showed a poison that she had prepared\\nFor him to swallow had it been his fate\\nTo have the doom of mutilation judged\\nAnd added also, lion-hearted dame,\\n(Most worthy mother of so brave a son\\nThat she reserved sufficient for herself\\nTo make it certain she should not survive\\nSuch feared dishonor to her loving pride.\\nB. Why that s a tale that s worth an act itself.\\nIt makes me feel more kindly to the man,\\nAnd from the Author to his manuscript.\\nW. S. His Play is good I ll vouch you that it pays.\\nI ll do my utmost to insure success.\\nBesides, the Playwright is as much in need\\nOf pence and pounds as of a new applause.\\nThe time is ripe to have a change of parts.\\nAnd don t you think not only will we hold\\nOur old time patrons, but secure as well\\nA fair proportion of the Henslow crowd\\nHere Jonson comes \\\\_Enter B. J.]\\nB. J. How points the index now\\nB. At Shakespeare s plea I have decided, Ben,\\nTo try the temper of your pithy pen\\nArrange the acts and let me know how soon\\nThe comic fiddle can be screw d in tune.\\n[Exit BuK.]\\nB. J. How can I thank you for your kindness. Will\\nW. S. By proving I have not o erpraised your quill.\\nHere is your chance, if we succeed, to show\\nYou ll have two strings in future to your bow,\\nAnd need not like a craven beggar live\\nOn such bare scraps as Henslow cares to give.\\nB. J. A double hit and Christ my luck arrest\\nIf I neglect to do my very best.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "30 IN EDINBOBO TOUN.\\nScene 5. Hawthornden, Scotland.\\nWm. Drummond, Jonson, Sir Wm. Alexander,\\nJohn Taylor. [1607.]\\nW. D. Ben, let us talk about your comrade, Will\\nYou see by looking on my working shelves\\nYour Shakespeare s Avritings have been well perused.\\nThere s Romeo and Julietta set\\nBy chaste Lucrece and its companion Tale\\nLove s Labor Lost, the Pilgrim and the Dream,\\nAll standing there among my English books.\\nI saw him once in Edinburgh town\\nB. J. The heart of Scotland, Britain s other eye,\\nW. D. Twas when the King had overcome the Kirk\\nAnd dared the Session to debar the Play,\\nSir William here was with me at the time.\\nSir W. a. I mind it well how could we e er forget\\nThe treat we had with Shakespeare to ourselves\\nDiscussing Poesy in all its forms.\\nHe read for us his newly printed piece.\\nAnd many Sonnets yet to see the types.\\nSuch inspiration from his work I drew\\nThat I must needs my Tragedy compose\\nAnd print my book of Loving Lyrics too.\\nB. J. Will answers bravely for a rustic bard,\\nIt were a pity that he knew not more.\\nSometimes I feel that he must be restrained.\\nHis numbers flow at such a reckless rate.\\nAnd more than once his mouthings I have checked.\\nW. D. How does he take suggestions or advice?\\nB. J. It all depends but ne er amiss from me.\\nHe has the sense to show he has respect\\nFor what he lacks in higher realms of lore.\\nJ. T. I know him well have rowed him oft on Thames\\nAnd much delight to hear him when he talks\\nBut he has moods, and I have seen him sit", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOKE OF BOHEMIA. 31\\nAs still as Charon on the pitchy Styx\\nEn^vrapped in thought that bound him like a pall,\\nHis hearing gone, his sight for miles obscured,\\nA silent statue, with his brain and soul\\nA-hunting haply in Elysian fields.\\nAnon he d change and be the life and hght\\nOf all the fleet that flocked within our call,\\nSo scintillating in his ready wit,\\nThat more than once forgetful of the time.\\nThe true direction and the boatman s fare,\\nI ve steered him distant from his destined course.\\nW. D. How does he prosper in a worldly sense\\nB. J. He s careful, thrifty, has a business head.\\nAnd knowing well the potency of gold\\nAs far as he excels his fellows all\\nIn his successful courtship of the Mvise\\nHe has outstripped them in his Bank account.\\nHe soon expects to be so circumstanced\\nAs to permit him to desert the stage\\nAnd end his chapter, Hke a Scottish laird.\\nAmong his fields, his flocks, his books, his friends,\\nA happy independent English squire.\\nW. D. And he will grace what place he may desire\\nI hope to meet him ere the year be spent.\\nBut you will see him long before I can,\\nAnd tis my msh that you convey to him\\nMy admiration and my loyal love.\\nSir W. a. And also mine until, in person, I\\nMy growing gratitude can ratify.\\nACT IV. Scene 1. New Place: Stratford-on-Avon.\\nMrs. Shakespeare and W. Sh. reading a ^oaper of accounts.\\nW. S. What s this? Some further instance of your waste\\nTo friends and foes alike so sadly known,", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "32 AN INDEPENDENT, LANDED GENTLEMAN.\\nOr but a sample of my lady s taste?\\nO, Avhat avails it that for many years\\nAway from home I sweated and I toiled,\\nA waif upon the sea of life adrift,\\nIn town and country everywhere alone,\\nIncurring daily countless jeers and sneers,\\nIn jealous tiffs for evermore embroiled,\\nAnd by the most self sacrificing thrift\\nAt last succeeded in my inborn aim\\nTo save enough to make me ere my prime\\nAn independent landed gentleman\\nOf honor d name and of no little fame,\\nTo end my days where humbly they began\\nWithin the hearing of old Stratford s chime?\\nO, what avails it when by Church and Law\\nAnd Duty s tie if not by Love s sweet bond,\\n(The consequences of a youthful lapse\\nThat still harasses with Perchance? Perhaps?\\nA heart as foolish as it once was fond),\\nI must be jointed to a wasteful jade\\nWhose chief exertion is to cram her maw\\nWho nothing knows so much as how to spend,\\nAnd, husband-absent, entertain her friend.\\nRegardless how the cost may be defray d\\nM.Rs. S. [Sings lullaby to child in cradle.\\nSleep pretty dove, read not my heart,\\nNor ask me why I sigh and weep,\\nIn time thou, too, wilt play thy part,\\nTill mother wakes thee, sweetly sleep\\nW. S. A preacher here without your man s consent,\\nWithout his knowledge \\\\_reading jKiper]\\nHo what Can it be\\nMargarelon in Agamemnon s tent\\nA gi-eyhound dining with a deep mouth d brach,\\nA pious pointer with a pedigree.\\nThat imp of impudence, Old Parson Hew,", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOKE OF BOHEMIA. 33-\\nAnd not contented with his cup of sack\\nHe needs must have his quart of claret too\\nAnd so tis thus he oils his rasping saw,\\nI bless the wind that blew me here this straw.\\nMrs. S. [croons].\\nSleep pretty dove, heed not the rays\\nThat through the crannied rafters peep\\nO dreary nights and weary days\\nThrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep\\nW. S. What babbling now The razor s sharpen d edge\\nNo keener is than your sarcastic tongue.\\nBut if my honor may be smugly smirch d,\\nIf, in my absence, comes a cockled snail\\nTo feast and fatten from my larder shelves,\\n(God s bread Such doings make me more than mad\\nIs t not enough that I should so be served\\nWithout to have to face accompts for drink\\nMrs. S. Tis said that we may find our way to heaven\\nBy doing deeds of hospitality.\\nW. S. Among the which I count not taxing me\\nWith bills contracted for a preacher s spree.\\nHamnet, come hither Take this document,\\nAnd bear it swiftly to the City Hall\\nSay to the chamberlain it is my wish\\nThis bill be settled from the public purse\\nSo must I save myself from thirsty fish\\nBefore the liking of my spoiase grows worse.\\nlExii W. S.]\\nMes. S. to child.\\nSleep pretty dove, the waves that fleck\\nThe always wind-obeying deep\\nBy distant orbs are held in check\\nWe dine and sup and then we sleep.\\nW. S. [Retiirning.l This is the last, the limit, and the bound\\nOf both my patience and my dear won gold", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "34 REVENGE IS SWEET.\\nTo be imperiled with so frail a skiff.\\nIt was but recently that by the will\\nOf Thomas Whittington, a shepherd hind,\\nAll Stratford knew that William Shakespeare s wife\\nHad borrowed money which she had not paid\\nAnd I to make the payment still more hard,\\nWas ordered curtly by the local court\\nTo spread the sum, with interest accrued,\\nAmong the poorest of the city s poor.\\nWhat next I wonder may be brought to light\\nMy heart to sicken and my hopes to blight\\nScene 2. Stratford, New Place.\\nThomas Green, Lawyer to W. Shakespeare.\\nT. G. Cousin, consider, what will people say?\\nAlready you are called litigious, harsh.\\nAnd for a man so fortunately placed\\nIt seems ungrateful to be urging suits\\nWith such severity against the poor.\\nW. S. Suspend advice of such a sort as this,\\nI ll have my rights if there be right in law.\\nWhere was the pity shown to me or mine\\nWhen Fortune s wheel refused for us to turn\\nMy father hounded to an early grave,\\nAnd I to years of drudging banishment\\nT. G. But, cousin, you can now afford to lose\\nAnd Magnanimity, it is a gem\\nMore precious yet than even Justice is.\\nBesides we know that Horneby s only fault\\nWas acting bail a baleful deed it proved\\nFor Addebroke, who lately broke away.\\nW. S. Revenge is sweet I d have the case proceed\\nAnd show such fellows that the Player scorned\\nCan take his part and bravely hold his own.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA. 35\\nHast thou forgot how five years only gone\\nPhil Rogers, strutting hke a turkey-cock,\\nFrom inn to inn and chuckling all the while\\nAbout the ease with which the New Place clown\\nGave up his malt, and how the New Place brew\\nWent sweetly trickling one s parched gullet down\\nAnd all for nothing truly doubly new\\nAnd how he found the master of the place\\nObliging always with his well-filled purse,\\nAnd then when partial payment was desired\\nHow Philip boasted that I might collect\\nMy worm s-meat-balance from his liquor-stoups.\\nAnd whistle, yes, sir, whistle for my coin\\nHave I not told you of John Clayton s case?\\nHe owed me too and he refused to pay\\nInventing doubtless as a good excuse\\nA melting tale about his daughter dead\\nA sickly Avife and what more I forget\\nTo try to rob me of my honest dues.\\nAnd there were others, would-be swindlers all.\\nBut I, sir, haled them to their just deserts.\\nAnd made them jig to figures of my choice,\\nAnd to the tunes the noble judge required.\\nThey re all alike, ungrateful, thievish scum.\\nAnd Horneby now must dance his hornpipe too\\nT. G. Oh, cousin, pause, be politic for once,\\nShak not your spear too rudely, if you please.\\nBut rather, lovingly advised by me,\\nLet gentleness your last enforcement be.\\nW. S. Away desist no plea shall now avail\\nAs he has brewed now must he drink his ale.\\nThank God my rights the statutes still protect.\\nWith costs and charges what is due collect\\n[ExU W. S.]\\nT. G. {alone) A sordid mercenary heartless man\\nAs ever blasted debtor with his ban\\nO, would that I were independent here", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "36 TO VIRGINIA S SHORE.\\nInstead of Pilot in the business Sea\\nTo such a privateer and buccaneer\\nBut Times are hard and chents such as he,\\nMy wealthy cousin, truly there are none.\\nOr else how quickly were my ties undone\\nO Lord, bear witness that I cry dissent\\nFrom that for which I am made instrument\\n{To S. in adjoining room.) Ay, ay Sir, I will draft the papers soon,\\nAnd serve the summons in the afternoon.\\nACT V. Scene I. Mermaid Tavern, Bread St., London.\\nShakespeare, Raleigh, Jonson, Henry Hudson, and John Smith\\ndiscussing the Beo-mudas, America, and the\\nTempest\u00e2\u0080\u0094 [Dec. 1609.]\\nRaleigh. Sir Thomas Gates has had his vessel wrecked\\nUpon Bermuda, or The Devil s Isle\\nSylvester Jourdan has the true report.\\nHudson. I know the place as fair as it is false\\nMay met disaster there in Ninety-one.\\nJohn Smith. A den of furies and the Spaniard s dread\\nNo land more fearful, fateful and forlorn.\\nSir W. R. A very hell of thunder and of storm.\\nShak. What says this Jourdan in his tale of woe?\\nW. R. He tells hoAV he with NeAvport, Sommers, Gates,\\nTheir ship with others, to the tune of eight,\\nWere pressing onwards to Virginia s shore\\nWhen all at once a mighty storm arose.\\nThe wind blew sharp, the lightnings fiercely flashed,\\nLoud boomed the thunder and the Ocean boiled.\\nTill in the hurricane the fleet was spread,\\nTheir staunch Sea- Venture being parted soon\\nAnd, tempest-tossed so rudely and so long.\\nShe sprung a leak and all seemed wholly lost.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA. 37\\nThree days and nights the stress of weather raged,\\nAnd at the kettles, buckets, tubs and pumps\\nThe sailors slaved, with neither sleep nor rest.\\nTo bale the water from the sinking ship.\\nStill seemed the sea for all their strain to gain.\\nAnd when at last, exhausted one and all,\\nThey closed the hatches and in grim despair\\nResigned their vessel to what fate might come.\\nAs if to free them for their humbled mien\\nThe God of Water made the billows calm.\\nSped out the Sun and to their grateful eyes\\nRevealed the Islands of Bermudas near\\nSmith. But not completely were they tortured yet\\nTheir ship was lifted till it wedged between\\nTwo frowning rocks and while thus anchor d fast\\nThe crew and passengers were set on land,\\nThe best provisions and apparel saved,\\nAnd when again old Neptune show d his teeth\\nHe only feasted on an empty scow,\\nBare ribs and trucks unworthy but for fire.\\nW. S. How look d the isle upon a closer view?\\nH. H. Like many more that have been less maligned\\nA perfect Paradise of air and soil\\nThe only devils to be found were hogs,\\nThe only furies were the harmless birds.\\nIt much recalls my own dare-deil exploits\\nExploring channels on the Mainland s shore.\\nI was the first of Anglo-Saxon race\\nTo pierce the River that now bears my name\\nOn North America s North Eastern fringe.\\nSuch tales were told of what we might expect\\nFrom peris, furies, elves and oufes and imps\\nThat sentinell d and ruled the great New World,\\nWere we to penetrate beyond the coast,\\nThat all my men, excepting one or none.\\nRefused to help me in my heart s resolve\\nTo separate the falsehoods from the truth,", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "38 THE WESTERN INDE.\\nUntil they had been coaxed and doubly-bribed,\\nAnd even then their courage almost failed.\\nW. S. Such are the weeds that flourish in the clay\\nManured by mystery and ignorance\\nThese thrilling stories interest me much\\nI would I were a Navigator born,\\nLike Raleigh, Cabot, Frobisher or Drake\\nOr brave Explorer, like our Hudson here.\\nOr Cortez, Cavendish Columbus self;\\nOr Colonizer, like our Captain Smith\\nWhat rare adventures must be ripe to pull\\nIn yon strange, teeming transatlantic land\\nB. J. Why, Will, you can explore it from your chair\\nMore safely far than from the tallest mast\\nOr as the Captain of a Caravan\\nSeek out the sailors who have made the trip,\\nImbibe impressions that are fresh and warm,\\nApply your knowledge to the gather d mass\\nAnd, floating all Avith your romantic pen.\\nIn fancy s flight your ships can go and come,\\nInsured from danger and assured of freight\\nMore precious far than all Atlantis mines.\\nHow fine, for instance, would a Tempest be\\nTransmuted from a crude Reporter s notes\\nTo Shakespeare s golden and bejewelled strains\\nW. S. I fear me, Ben, my metal and my gems\\nWould illy stand the criticaster s tests.\\nAnd but Tobacco or Potato Stems\\nWould be my luck on such Utopian quests\\nBut I confess the Western Inde to me\\nTho now a mystic and a mapless land\\nIn time will prove, in my belief, to be\\nThe brightest brilliant on Britannia s hand.\\nSir W. R. God grant that she may keep it ever safe\\nAnd not endanger it by jealous broils\\nBetwixt the factions of the realm, as now", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOKE OF BOHElVnA. 39\\nScene 2. Stratford-on-Avon.\\nShakespeare, Drayton and Ben Johnson. The last bout.\\nW. S. Welcome, thrice welcome to my rural den\\nHow fares it with my trusty ancient Ben?\\nAnd Michael Drayton, it was kind of you\\nTo spare the time to come and see me too.\\nB. J. Ah, Willy, you are aging somewhat fast,\\nI did not think to find your hair so gray.\\nW. S. Blame father Time, the great iconoclast.\\nHe pauses not, but paints by night and day.\\nWe strive and struggle and forget the sands\\nThat tell our tale are ever running down.\\nAnd soon or late we come to empty hands.\\nOr rich or poor, in country or in town.\\nM. D. Yes, life at longest is so very brief\\nWhen we have reached an understanding lo\\nWe fade and shrivel like an autumn leaf\\nAnd fall into Oblivion s ceaseless flow.\\nW. S. The mystic river that Ave all must cross\\nB. J. Without the help of pilot or of chart\\nM. D. Where present gain may be our future loss\\nW. S. Without a chance to make another start\\nAh well, it may be but a pagan creed\\nBut I believe that we may safely trust\\nEach honest man will get his honest meed\\nThe final Judge must at the least be just.\\nB. J. Fear if you like, to do the thing that s wrong\\nM. D. Fear to be mean and to be insincere,\\nFear\\nW. S. If it please you, let its change the song\\nB. J. Then, first, di ink with me to the death of Fear!\\nM. D. Black-hearted Fear, he is no friend of mine\\nI hope that Hope may ever hold him down", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "40 AT THE MERMAID CLUB.\\nBright, cheerful Hope, whose language is divine.\\nThe help ahke of courtier and of clown\\nThe merchant s beacon and the lover s star,\\nThe student s\\nW. S. Drayton, how you moralize\\nWe Lyric Poets, how disposed we are\\nOn scant suggestion to philosophize\\nBut change the subject, let me have your news.\\nAnd leave in peace our speculative views.\\nHow left you London and the brotherhood\\nThat in the days, or rather say the nights.\\nWhen I was with you, were so fond to meet\\nIn social converse at the Mermaid Club\\nO, was it not a session unsurpass d\\nWhen all were present Spenser in the chair\\nBacon beside him, mighty Marlowe by\\nMy Lord Southampton at Lord Leceister s side\\nSir Walter Raleigh in a friendly tilt\\nWith Chapman, Daniel, Middleton or Nash\\nSir Henry Hudson, Pocahontas Smith,\\nDiscussing futures with their auditors\\nSelden and Stanhope and John Manningham\\nSir Philip Sidney analyzing verse\\nWith Hey wood, Harvey, Massinger or Meres\\nAnd here and there, commingling with the throng,\\nAs bright and brilliant as the Northern Lights,\\nWebster and Peele and Hawthornden and Greene\\nAnd Lodge and Kyd, and Warner, Fletcher, Ford\\nWith Burbage, Lawrence, Heming, Condell, Kempe,\\nTaylor and Tilney Archie Armstrong too\\nAllen and Henslowe, Florio, Jaggard, Thorpe\\nPembroke and Burleigh, Hooker, Coke and Donne,\\nAh, nevermore may Britain hope to see\\nSo grand a group of intellectual stars\\nWithin the compass of a single room\\nB. J. Alas, alas how few could answer Here,\\nAs one by one you call the deathless roll.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA. 41\\nLet s fortify our feelings with a draught,\\nAnd in the order of your lengthy Ust\\nWe ll give the answers as we hap to know.\\n\\\\They drink.\\nB. J. resumes.\\nSpenser is dead, and Bacon plays the Court\\nAttorney-general to the King and State\\nMarlowe, his gifts and his untimely end\\nWe now have mourned for over twenty years.\\nMy Lord Southampton is across the seas\\nW. S. 0, pray desist, I cannot bear to hear\\nRather recall them as they were when last\\nWe waked the echoes on the banks of Thames,\\nAnd drink Here s hoping we may all again\\nUnite our voices in Walhalla s Halls.\\nAh, surely we are not from chaos plucked,\\nAnd hung on nature s adamantine walls.\\nAs bloomers here, but for a little while\\nTo flash and fade, then fall into the mire\\nB. J. Or unconsumed, to feel eternal fire\\nAs worthless, witless hypocrites will preach.\\nThough in their hearts thej know the hellish lie.\\nW. S. Now, leave them, brother, to their taste and choice\\nYou know that many so deceive themselves\\nThey end by thinking they can juggle God\\nTo take them at their own false estimate.\\nB. J. And also parcel all their neighbors out\\nAs they decide to furnish forth the tags.\\nW. S. They have their uses, doubtless, or the Lord\\nWould not permit such insects to exist\\nLet us be grateful that we are not called\\nTo heed their ravings, or accept their style.\\nExcept to see them with a pitying smile.\\nOf all the virtues, give me Common Sense\\nOf all the vices, save me from Pretence.\\nHow few, alas, are true and brave and free", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "42 IN A SINGLE WORD.\\nSome ruled by custom, some restrained by friends,\\nBy nature some too mild to disagree,\\nSo many actors for ulterior ends,\\nAnd yet we know how surely all the brood\\nPay more than dearly for their falsitude.\\nTo be ourselves true, honest, fearless men\\nMore choice and careful of our daily deeds\\nThan wasting thoughts on things beyond our ken,\\nHowever preachers may trick out their creeds\\nTo be ourselves, ^kind, honest, fearless, true,\\nSums up sound morals and religion too.\\nB. J. Long-winded Faiths I ever deemed absurd\\nKung-fu-tze s Rule of Practice for one s life\\nWas concentrated in a single word,\\nO, would such apothegms were far more rife\\nThe Eastern Sage s Reciprocity\\nIs Statement of Belief enough for me\\nW. S. Well, once for all, we ll change the theme again.\\nMy daughter, Judith, on the morrow s morn\\nTo Thomas Quiney will be wedded here.\\nI wish you both as my especial friends\\nTo grace the marriage and the marriage-feast\\nAnd so to-night we will retire to rest\\nAs soon as Cynthia shows her silver crest.\\nScene 3. Shakespeare, on his death-bed, making his will.\\nDr. John Hall, his son-in-law; Collins, Judith Shakespeare,\\netc., etc.\\nDr. H. {tvith draft of luill).\\nWe ll read it, father, if you wish, once more.\\nW. S. Tell me the heads the heads will be enough.\\nDr. H. Collins and Russell are made overseers\\nYour daughter Susan gets the greater share\\nOf houses, lands, and of your whole estate.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOBE OF BOHEMIA. 43\\nW. S. But says it nothing of the strict entail\\nDr. H. It s all provided for in order due.\\nW. S. Ah, Hamnet, Hamnet, what I lost in you\\nAnd Judith s jointure? and my sister Hart?\\nDr. H. All well remembered also Stratford s poor.\\nW. S. And Thomas Combe\\nDr. H. You give to him your sword.\\nW. S. And mourning rings to be remembered by?\\nDr. H. Your Stratford friends receive them by your will.\\nW. S. And no one else\\nDr. H. No others here are named.\\nW. S. Then, put them down, my London comrades too.\\nDr. H. Which two then, father?\\nW. S. Did I say but two?\\nWell, here s a jest my comrades two are three\\nBurbage and Heming and Henry Condell rings\\nDr. H. Our daughter Lizzie, all your silver plate.\\nW. S. Not all give Judith my broad silver bowl,\\n[^side] Quiney may find it useful for his inn\\nDr. H. Your little godson William Walker gets\\nA score of shillings to be paid in gold.\\nIndeed you have not overlooked a soul.\\nUnless it be that you neglect your wife\\nAnd all her kin as far as I can see.\\nI think it better that she should be named\\nThe courts, of course, insure her of her share,\\nBut do not with the barest legal rights\\nDisjoin the tie that has been bound so long,\\nParticularly as she has been barred\\nFrom fully sharing in your whole estate\\nB} special clauses in your recent deeds.\\nW. S. She ll have enough to keep her preachers plied\\nWith claret-toddy and with sherry-sack.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "44 THE COLD BA.EE LAW.\\nJudith S. But, father, think you how the public tongues\\nWill wag on hearing she has been ignored\\nW. S. She ll find her consolation in the Book.\\nMrs. Hall. Remember, father, mother s father s will\\nHe did not rest him with the cold, bare law.\\nCollins. It would look better, and could do no harm,\\nTo make your wife an itemized bequest.\\nW. S. Then put it in suppose I say my bed,\\nBut not the best the second best for her.\\nWith all its fixings, as she has it now,\\nTo be her own, forever, wheresoe er\\nIn course of time she may erect it So\\nInsert the item I desire to sleep.\\nCollins. I notice also that you have not named\\nBy implication or direct review\\nA single wish with ref rence to your Books,\\nThose precious volumes that we know you prize.\\nW. S. My books are mine and they shall die with me.\\nRather than have them, when I m gone, abused,\\nI have arranged and paid my Cousin Greene\\nTo carry out with promptitude my wish\\nTo have them burned as soon as I am dead,\\nAnd with the ashes that are left behind\\nHe has been charged to strew my open grave,\\nThat I may sleep surrounded by the world\\nI most enjoyed when I was waking here.\\nMy own efiusions that I wish to Hve\\nHave been collected, parcell d and addressed\\nWith full instructions as to my desires\\nAnd after ages, if my plans mature.\\nWill have some puzzling mysteries to solve.\\nI ll sign the Will to-morrow and till then\\nI wish to rest, so leave me to myself\\nDr. H. to Collins \\\\_Aside\\\\.\\nI fear he will not live to vex us long\\nThe strangest man that I have ever known,\\nAnd strangest now that fever s in his brain.\\nLire", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOEE OF BOHEMIA. 45\\nCollins. A most methodical, exacting man\\nI do not think that even sudden death\\nAt any time could snatch him unprepared.\\nThe sexton tells me that he has been paid\\nTo see the coffin of my worthy friend\\nIs planted three times six feet underground\\nAnd has been paid to have the biggest bell,\\nWhen breath was gone, toll d fifty times and two\\nAnd also paid to have an eight-line verse\\nInscribed upon the stone that marks the tomb.\\nHere are the words that I am told contain\\nA hidden meaning which I can t explain\\nSLcrosB tfiis gtabe let no man tabe\\niSot s^afee a bcnom i 5ptar\\nJEmmortal iust once S^afeespeace s crust\\n?^aB tiaittation Jere.\\njTot fietter lifltt to reaii or torite\\nM V no ont qumion tobj\\n5Mi)at is conccaleli mag ht rebealeti\\nCfiree iiun^reii pears from note.\\nDr. H. As baffling truly as the wretched lines\\nOf Thomas Thorpe who launched the Sonnets forth\\nAh me, we are but puppets to the will\\nOf him whose hands will soon be cold and still\\nACT YI. Scene 1. Mermaid Club, London.\\nBen Jonson, M. Drayton and Lord Bacon on hearing of Shake-\\nspeare s death.\\nBen Jonson and Drayton conversing.\\n{_Enter Bacon.]\\nBag. Sad tidings, friends, I overheard to-day\\nHis final exit has our Shakespeare made\\nB. J. It cannot be tis less than three short weeks\\nSince Drayton, Shakespeare and myself rejoiced", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "46 IN HIS PEIME.\\nIn social cheer at New Place, Stratford town,\\nUpon the marriage of his daughter Jude.\\nI never knew him talk so fine and free\\nAs then he did It cannot, must not be\\nM. D. Why, Shakespeare yet is only in his prime\\nWhat said the news? If true, it is a crime.\\nBag. There cannot, I regret to have to say\\nBe any error in the grim report.\\nHis son-in-law and wife have come to town\\nTo make the statements at the proper court\\nOn business rising from the dead s estate,\\nAnd I have also by his wish received\\nHis finished writings and his drafts and scrolls\\nTo be arranged as if they were mine own.\\nB. J. O say not so it cannot, must not be\\nThis is a stroke that finds my weakest spot\\nO, do not tell me that I nevermore\\nWill see my friend, my noble gentle friend\\nAltho in scholarship he lacked a lot\\nHis native spirit made such grand amend\\nThat all his metal was the richest ore.\\nAnd he was good and true and kind to me\\nM. D. We ll look for long before we see his like\\nUntutored genius never soared so high\\nBac. He was the glory of our glorious age,\\nTho not to many was the secret known.\\nA perfect prodigy of wisest wit,\\nA God-inspired creator matched by none\\nA rare immortal, miracle of style\\nLacking, I grant you, in a few details\\nThat any clerk could furnish at command\\nAnd after all he was so modest too\\nI ve known him now for near a score of years,\\nAnd since the day I met him in my room\\nMy admiration for his worth has grown.\\nHis brain was fire, his stylus purest gold.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHOBE OF BOHEMIA. 47\\nAnd with such ease he made his numbers flow\\nI could but marvel at his magic art.\\nFor all our moods he had the proper garb,\\nHad sinned, and suffered, and could sympathize\\nA comprehensive, philosophic man,\\nWhose name will live when all the rolls of kings\\nAre deeply buried in oblivious dust.\\nI gave him entry to my cherished books,\\nFor which I earned his lasting gratitude\\nBut as a reader he was less renowned\\nThan as a Writer and an Orator\\nHe was without a parallel or peer.\\nLike water gurgling from a crystal spring\\nHis balanced words would unrestricted pour\\nWithal his diffidence was so intense\\nMy voice he would let overtop his own\\nWhene er opinion had a chance to clash,\\nAnd used to tell me that his greatest pride\\nWas in the knowledge that as authors we\\nCollaborated and were jointly due\\nWhat name or fame or money might be earned\\nFrom publication of his Lays and Plays.\\nSmall help was I except, perchance, to read\\nThe burning thoughts that trickled from his pen,\\nAnd here and there some alterations hint\\nThat after all perhaps were best undone.\\nBut twas his wish, and as we compact made\\nThat should he die before my summons came\\nI should receive his papers and revise\\nAnd sift and shape them for their final stand,\\nSince he is gone my loving task begins.\\nIn glancing thro the packets that were sent\\nI found much matter that to me was new,\\nShowing with leisure and the country life\\nOur Poet s pen had found a healthy vent\\nAnd, grand as are the works of his we know,\\nHis fancy yet o erspread a wider range,\\nSome flights more terrible and more sublime", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE FOLIO.\\nO peerless Shakespeare, greatest peer of all,\\nHe was no man, he was a very god,\\nInexplicable as he s unapproached.\\nThe deathless sun, whom nations must adore\\nTill space and speech and time shall be no more\\nScene 2. Gray s Inn, London.\\nBen Jonson, Loed Bacon, Heming and Condell fixing\\nup the Folio.\\nHem. I saw their Lordships at the play to-day,\\nAnd both agreed that we might dedicate\\nOur full collection to their Lordships both.\\nCoND. And also added it was surely time\\nTo treat the public to the Folio,\\nAs twice three years and also one on top\\nHad passed since Shakespeare had been laid away.\\nBac. Now all is ready I have read with care\\nEach separate piece as from his pen it fell.\\nHave made some trifling changes here and there\\nIn hope unfriendly critics to repel.\\nFor Pembroke and Montgomery, Ben will write\\nThe Dedicatory Polite Address,\\nClaiming (the readers favor to invite)\\nHeming and Condell supervised the press.\\nB. J. What else for Preface dare I risk to say\\nBac. You may lament our Jason s quick decease.\\nAnd state twere pity that he failed to stay\\nHimself to bring to light his Golden Fleece.\\nDenounce the surreptitious copies sold\\nImperfect, lacking, and misprinted so\\nBy vile imposters in their greed for gold\\nThat cared not if they vended sense or no.\\nCompare with such our version of the Plays,\\nPublished, each line, as in the draft it stands", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHORE OF BOHEMIA. 49\\nWhich may be seen by those who care to gaze\\nUpon the manuscripts that reached our hands.\\nInject some classical allusions too,\\nPerhaps a taste of Pliny s courtly style,\\nAs none than you know better how to do\\nOf all the writers now within our isle.\\nFew readers certainly will know or care\\nWhere we may copy from the Prompter s book\\nAnd having much new matter to prepare\\nFor ancient errors less will likely look\\nWe ll trust you, Ben, to make a good discourse\\nTo start the volume down the stream of time\\nWith all the merits that you can endorse\\nIn prose as strong as is your loving rhyme.\\nB. J. I ll make it specious; using all the points,\\nx\\\\nd Shakespeare s comrades they must play their parts\\nAs sanctioned Editors, without retreat.\\nHem. We will, and in the high assumption feel\\nWe thus are gaining immortality.\\nI speak for both, as you can verify\\nBy asking Condell if he ll bear me out.\\nCoND. I m satisfied, since Jaggard has agreed\\nPercentage fair he will to us concede.\\nBag. (Aside) O, sordid creatures, thus to gauge and weigh\\nTheir trifling interest in such a task\\nYet what, in fairness, can we else expect\\nFrom Grocer Homing and from Condell, Smith\\nBut let it pass, it suits perhaps the best,\\nAnd to the future we will leave the rest.\\n\\\\^Exit Hem. and Condell.]\\nB. J. My Shakespeare, now your reign will be begun.\\nBag. What shall we call him Prince, or King, or Czar,\\nEmperor, Kaiser, Shah, or Kahn, or Cham?\\nHow poor, how petty, sound such titles here\\nApplied to him now safely dead to live.\\nAnd rule unhedged by either time or space", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "50 TILL MORE MAY COME.\\nOur leader, master, monarch over all.\\nThe eighth and greatest wonder of the world\\nNature but once in many aeons yields\\n(And then by miracle) so rare a pen\\nWe ll see his like walk thro our streets and fields\\nWhen he, himself, returns and not till then\\n[^Curtdin.^\\nFINIS.\\nSuch as it is, not bare of flaw,\\nBe grateful for the crumb\\nSelection is the Writer s Law\\nTake this till more may come", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX,\\nSHAKESPEAEE S GLOVES.\\n[Shakespeaee s gloves, well pedigreed, were presented by the Coepok-\\nATioN OF Stratford-upon-Avon to David Garrick, the famous actor, at the\\nJubilee in 1769. Garrick s widow, who died in 1822, at the great age of\\n97, bequeathed the precious relics to Mrs. Siddons, who in turn left them to her\\ndaughter Cecilia Siddons (Mrs. Combe). From Mrs. Combe they came to her\\ncousin Fanny Kemble, who presented them to Dr. H. H. Furness, the emi-\\nnent Shakespearean scholar, in whose possession they stiU are.\\nIn Kennedy s Annals of Aberdeen (quoted in Knisht s Biography of\\nShakespeare) it is noted that on October 22, 1601, the freedom of Aberdeen\\nCity was conferred on Laurence Fletcher Comediane to his Majestic then\\nwith his Players on a visit to Bon-Accord. There is a persistent tradition in\\nthe North of Scotland that Shakespeare was with Fletcher in Aberdeen, and\\nacted there in the Weigh-house Square. Macbeth appeared after the sup-\\nposed Scotch visit.\\nParticularly interesting to the writer (a native of Aberdeen) is the fact that\\nthe freedom of the city, on the same day, was also conferred on his namesake\\n(and possibly his antecessor James Law, whose simple name, without prefix\\nor affix, occupying a line to itself, appears in the list among the Knights, Squires,\\nand other gentry as admittit Burgess.\\nGeorge Jameson, styled The Scottish Vandyke, was a native of Aberdeen.\\nHe was born in 1588 and died in 1644. Arthur Johnston of Caskieben, near\\nAberdeen, was born in 1587. He is famed for his Latin verses. Painter and\\nPoet, as boys, may well have been on hand at the Aberdeen City Reception and\\nCeremonies aforementioned, hence the reference to them in the lines that foUow.\\nThis off-hand Rime was originally addressed (June 18, 1898) to the Earl\\nOF Rosebery, whose interest in Shakespeare and the Drama is only equaled\\nby his affection for the language of Burns. His Lordship s prompt and flatter-\\ning response the author does not feel at liberty to quote here, contenting him-\\nself with transcribing (as a matter of record) the hearty acknowledgment of\\nDr. Furness who had been furnished with a copy of the effusion as a souvenir of\\nthe writer s visit to Wallingford.]\\nTo-DAY, my Lord, at WaUingford\\nWhaur Dr. Furness lives,\\nWi pride, wi pleasure, I record\\nI glower d on Shakespeare s glives.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "52 APPENDIX.\\nNae only e ed them wi my een,\\nBut had them on my han s,\\nThe very pair that aince had been\\nGreat Britain s greatest man s\\nSo rare a privilege to get\\nFa s to the lot of few,\\nI feel my fingers tinglin yet\\nWhile jinglin this to you.\\nWhat higher honor could I hae\\nThan to be hand-in-glove\\nWi him, wha fairly hands the sway\\nA ither bards above\\nHe seemed to be so near to me\\nThat, frankly, I presume,\\nI shouldna been surprised to see\\nHis wraith come ben the room.\\nPerhaps, I mused, while gazin on\\nThe gauntlets, lang and lean,\\nPerhaps the Poet did them don\\nIn my loved Aiberdeen\\nThree hunner years ago, we ken,\\nHis fellows acted there,\\nAnd frae the city s bounty then\\nHe aiblins had his share.\\nIf Knight s surmise can be believed.\\nThe Playwricht surely saw\\nThe Freedom o the Town received\\nBy Fletcher and by Law.\\nAye, Shakespeare maybe micht hae got\\nMacbeth put in his min\\nBy this same sprightly, granite Scot,\\nMy namesake o langsyne\\nWhat would we nae be glad to gi e\\nTo hae a paintin true\\nOf a the bodies, big and wee.\\nThere put their facin s thro\\nO, that among the motley crush\\nGeorge Jamesone had been,\\nTo gi e us later, frae his brush,\\nSo picturesque a scene", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX. 53\\nOr Johnston, born in Caskieben,\\nTo limn us in a lay,\\nWeel worthy o his classic pen.\\nHis version o the day\\nFrae whaur, beside the mou o Dee\\nSits blythesome Bon-accord,\\nHow far a cry, by land and sea,\\nTo wooded WaUingford\\nAnd from the age when gentle Will\\nWas in his golden prime,\\nProducing works unequall d still\\nHow great a gulf of time\\nYet, lo, to-day the space was spann d\\nWhen Shakespeare s precious pair\\nOf buckskin gloves were fondly scann d\\nBy Jamie Law aince mair\\nHow strange that we, without despoil.\\nSerenely up should bob\\nOn foreign but on friendly soil\\nAgain to hob and nob\\nExalted far above my dues,\\nI feel as gin I ve been\\nRe-consecrated to the muse\\nBy favors rarely gi en\\nFor noo, henceforth, my title clear\\nTo bardic kinship stands.\\nSince it, gin ony ane should speir.\\nComes straight from Shakespeare s hands\\nWallingford, Delaware Coxjnty, Penna.\\nMy Dear Mr. Law: The copy of your delightful verses duly reached\\nme, and I have read, and re-read and re-read them with ever-increasing pleasure.\\nThey are charming. I think Burns himseK would have chuckled over the\\nhumor, appreciated the sentiment, and would have been glad to acknowledge the\\nlines as his own. Can one hair s breadth be added to this towering praise If\\nit be possible, it does not lie in the power of\\nYours very cordially,\\nHorace Howard Fdrness.", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3009", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "seashoreofbohemi00lawj_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "BY THE SAME AUTHOR\\nDreams o Hame and other Poems,\\nScottish and American.\\nA handsome 12mo Vol. of over 300 pages, bound in two=colored cloth, printed from\\na new fount of old style type, on fine laid paper, with a portrait.\\nFrom the Press of Alexander Gardner (Paisley and London), Publisher to Her Majesty the Queen.\\nEXTRACTS FROM PRESS NOTICES.\\nOne of the best of modern Scottish Poets. Brooklyn Citizen.\\nA true singer. Kilmarnock Standard.\\nUses with point and melody his mother tongue. Fifeshire Journal.\\nWorthily upholds the national reputation. People s Journal.\\nPossessed of a lively as well as of a patriotic muse. Full of intense Scottish- Amer-\\nican patriotism. London Spectator.\\nElevated in tone. Always refined. Scottish-American.\\nHas a most facile pen. Dundee Advertiser.\\nWe have rarely seen any better or truer piece of work. Aberdeen Free Press.\\nHas a fine swinging and ring. Banffshire Journal.\\nA master of the Scottish dialect. Boston Herald.\\nA Scottish lark has established itself in his throat. Glasgow Herald.\\nA combination of natural force, merriment, humour and patriotism. Dialect always\\nracy as well as musical. Edinburgh Scotsman.\\nWritten in capital Scotch. Perthshire Constitutional.\\nReminds us more of Burns than any modern Scottish poet does. Writes purest\\nDoric and displays true humour without vulgarity. Hamilton Advertiser.\\nPoetical power of a very high order. Humorous, pathetic, national, earnest.\\nToronto Week.\\nA master of the Doric nothing forced, all perfectly spontaneous. Most dexter-\\nous and happy in alliteration. Tender and beautiful poetry. Brooklyn Times.\\nBroad humour, fine sympathy, homely wisdom, and cheerful philosophy expressed\\nin spontaneous and musical verse. Among living Scottish poets Mr. Law is entitled to\\na foremost place, and Scotland is likely to hear more concerning him. His book de-\\nserves a place on every bookshelf. Ardrossan and Saltcoats Herald.\\nOnly a very limited number being left over the price now is Two Dollars per copy or two copies\\nfor Three Dollars. Delivered to any address.\\nJA.M:ES r LATT, Lancaster, Pa., XJ. S. 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