THE WATER FALL. ANONYMOUS. RUSH on, bold stream! thou sendest up I stand beneath the sombre hill, Dash on, bold stream! I love the roar 'Tis night in heaven - the rustling leaves Oh! earth hath many a gallant show Hath nature framed a lovelier sight, BIRTHPLACE OF SHAKSPEARE. ANONYMOUS. FROM Warwick Castle, an hour's ride brought me to Stratford-on-Avon. From the "white Lion" Inn I walked down the street to where a rude sign-board over the door of a very old two-story building, bore this inscription: "In this house the immortal Shakspeare was born." I entered, and was at once conducted to the chamber in which, it is said, the poet first drew breath. Its walls are completely covered with the names of pilgrims from all parts of the world, attesting thus the universality of his fame. Amid hundreds of unknown names, the autographs of Walter Scott and Washington Irving were pointed out to Around the room were disposed numerous relics, more or less authentic, such as likenesses of the poet, articles made of wood of the famous mulberry tree, &c. I locked at these, walked back and forth in the apartment, and strove to make it real to myself, that in that room Shakspeare was born; but (shall I confess it?) I was sensible of no inspiring impulse me. |