d with the tears
of centuries for the loss of her crushed and exiled children.

_Yet, the world is moving upward
To the heights where Freedom reigns;
Where the sunshine of redemption
Shall give joy for all our pains,
When the cruel hands of tyrants
Shall be banished from the land
With our God the only Master
Of Dame Nature true and grand!_

We arrived in sight of Stratford as the sun set over the hills of Arden,
and as the pigeons and rooks sought their nests for the night, a golden
glow flashed over the evening landscape.

The last rays of Sol shone in dazzling splendor upon the pinnacle of old
Trinity Church as we gazed with ravished eyes on the winding, glistening
Avon, meandering through emerald meadows and whispering wild flowers to the
silvery Severn.

The old tavern was still there, but the old host slept in God's acre near
by, while the lads we knew ten years before, had, like ourselves, gone out
into the world for fame and fortune.

William sought out his father and mother, and then Anne Hathaway and the
children, who still resided at the old Hathaway cottage at Shottery. I
remained at the tavern for contemplation.

Time and age mellow the most violent spirits; and the temper of Anne had
become modified by family troubles, inducing an inward survey of self,
which brings a reasonable person to the realization of the fact that he or
she is not the only stubborn oak in the forest of humanity.

A practical stubborn wife and a lofty poet never can assimilate.

Shakspere had no equals or superiors. Shakspere was simply SHAKSPERE.

_At home he found a scolding wife,
Abroad he felt the joys of life,
While all his glory and renown
Were reaped at last in London town.
He looked for truth in crowds of men,
In field, in street, in tavern,
And mingled with the moving throng
To hear their story and their song,
He pictured life in colors true,
As brilliant as the rainbow hue,
And all his characters display
The pride and passion of to-day.
He cared not for the crowds of men--
As fierce as beasts within a den,
And looked alone to Nature's God
Displayed in heaven, in sea and sod,
And held the scales of justice high-
Uplifted to the sunlit sky,
Weighing the passions of mankind
With lofty and imperial mind.
The Puritan and Pope to him
Were overflowing to the brim
With bigotry and