This was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor? To lie in state while angels wait And the dark rock-pines, like tossing plumes, And God's own hand, in that lonely land, To lay him in the grave, In that strange grave, without a name, Shall break again - O wondrous thought! And stand with glory wrapped around, And speak of the strife, that won our life, O lonely grave in Moab's land! Speak to these curious hearts of ours, He hides them deep, like the hidden sleep - Mrs. C. F. Alexander. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. William Shakespeare was the child of Mary Arden and John Shakespeare. Both families belonged to that class of small property holders called yeomanry. The family was eminently respectable. His birthplace was Stratford-uponAvon in Warwickshire, England, April 23, 1564. But little is known of his early life except that he attended the grammar school of his native town, and that he studied Latin, which was the chief branch pursued in the schools of that day. At the age of fourteen, on account of his father's financial embarrassment, he had to leave school. At the age of nineteen, he was married to Anne Hathaway, who was eight years his senior. In 1587 he went to London to seek his fortune. He began his career there by holding horses at the doors of the theaters, but soon we find him occupying a position of prominence in the theater itself. He continued his studies at night and during spare moments. It is altogether probable that his knowledge of the French and Italian languages was acquired at this time. In turn he was actor, playwriter, and theatrical manager. Shakespeare did not forget his country home; for, regularly once a year, during the twentytwo years of his London life, he returned to Stratford, and wandered among its rural beauties, and enjoyed its peace and quietness. He began his career as a dramatist by rewriting old plays, but soon his genius was manifest in original creations of such strength and beauty as firmly to establish his reputation as the greatest playwriter the world has ever known. In comedy, in tragedy, and in historical plays he seems to have been equally the master. His best-known plays are, "The Merchant of Venice," "Julius Cæsar," "Richard the Third," "Hamlet," "King Lear," "As You Like It," and "Othello." After a successful life in the great English metropolis, he retired with a competence to his boyhood home, and spent the remainder of his life in peaceful retirement. MARK ANTONY'S ORATION. Antony. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest He hath brought many captives home to Rome, When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ; You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment thou art fled to brutish beasts, 1st Citizen. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar has had great wrong. |