The Sun.
London, England, 1864-04-25 00:00:00

Stratford-on-Avon Tercentenary Festival.

LONDON.

On Saturday a very feeble and, under almost all
its aspects, a most ridiculous attempt was made to
celebrate the birthday of our great poet, by what
was called in the handbills a " Working Men's
Shakspere Jubilee and Great National Festival."
To say that it was not a "jubilee" nor a " great
national festival," would only be to tell the public
exactly what they expect, for their recent experi-
ences of Shakspere Committees has led to a most
judicious distrust of their plans ever turning out
anything but the reverse of what their concoctors
originally wished or intended. It was not a Work-
ing Men's Jubilee, for the procession, all told, did
not include 500 members, who were of the usual
idle stock of banner-bearers, or the harmless idiots
who, in green velvet and feathers and point, will
insist—as on the occasion of Garibaldi's entry—on
exhibiting their lunacy before the gaze of hundreds.
So far from being a National Festival, it was not
even a local one, and the pathetic entreaties of the
handbills inviting the co-operation of " benefit and
trade societies, brass bands, corporate bodies, foreign
workmen, and the poet's admirers," fell on reluc-
tant and unsympathetic ears as far as compliance
with these adjurations was concerned. So also did
the request " that householders along the line of
route would give effect to the scene by the display
of flags and by the ringing of the bells in the various
parish churches, in order that the day might be made
as it ought," &c. Not a flag was shown except the
time-worn and now rather illegible banners brought
by the few processionists themselves ; not a bell was
rung, and the procession was constantly reminded
that it was not a national holiday by having to open
its thin ranks for the passage of prosaic carts and
'busses. In fact, it was a dull and tame affair
throughout, and nothing so much redeemed its dul-
ness as its general tone of absurdity. The demon-
stration " fell through," as our American cousins
says, for want of some living principle, some motive
power, greater than the mere accident of a tercen-
tenary. Notwithstanding this 300th anniversary,
Shakspere is not a whit more admired this year
than he was last year, or will be next year, and
though nations na-ty go to war for an idea, and do
so, if the truth were known, much more often than
is generally admitted, yet a jubilee for an idea, or
a procession for an idea, seems after Saturday's ex.
perience to be out of the question.
The procession was ordered to assemble in Rus-
sell-square at 1 o'clock, and at that hour disjointed
and very fragmentary elements of processional
grandeur did in fact begin to draw together. But
the process of assembling was exceeding intermit-
tent, and it was only semi•occasionally that the
nucleus was reinforced by a stray banner or by
some " extra grand," whose panoply of orders would
have formed a respectable stock-in-trade for any
whitesmith beginning business. Every addition,
however, seemed welcome, and, to do them justice,
the members of the procession appeared to enter as
heartily into the fun of the display as even the
little boys of the neighbourhood, only, of course,
not in so candid and demonstrative a manner as to
their expression of opinion. It was 2 o'clock, how-
ever, before preparations were made for starting,
those entrusted with the ceremonial waiting to the
last minute apparently in the hope that some
accession to their numbers would drop in. Such
an addition was, ire truth, sadly needed. We are
sure we are well within the limit in saying that the
procession was short of 500 persons, and certainly
short of 300 yards long, though in its ranks
two charity schools" were thinly scattered to make
up a show." As a demonstration it was very weak ;
as a pageant it was weaker still, some 20 banners
comprising almost all its claims upon the notice of
the passer-by. Altogether it formed an assemblage
which might be fairly classed as among those with
which F.lstaff would have avoided Coventry.
"Save me from my friends" is an old and very for-
cible truism, but after the experience of Garibaldi's
entry and Saturday's jubilee, "Save me from a pro-
cession" is likely to become a proverb more forcible
still. This assemblage, or procession, or whatever
it may like to be called, was marshalled some six
abreast, and headed by the band of the Havelock
Volunteer Corps, marched leisurely through Bed-
ford 'square, Tottenham-court-road, Ham pstead-
road, and High-street, Camden-town, to Primrose-
hill.

At Primrose-hill, which it is stated upon autho-
rity is to be henceforward known as Shekspere's-
hia, anything to the contrary notwithstanding,
arrangements had been made for planting a
" People's Oak" in honour of the people's poet.
This tree was given by her Majesty for the pur-
pose, and was a fine young tree of some 15 or 20
years' growth, taken, we believe, from Windsor
Forest, with the earth around its root undisturbed.
The ceremony of planting took place at the foot of
the laid, the long slope end summit of which were
pretty densely thronged with spectators. The ar-
rangements for the planting were as simple as
could well be conceived, and bore a whimsizal
resemblance to the primitive rules and regulations
which obtain at prize fights. There was the tradi-
tional bottle of water (brought from the Avon to
christen the tree), there was an outer and an inner
ring, the occupants of which latter were made to
sit on the ground, so that the outer might see, and
when Mr. Phelps was brought forward with cheers,
supported under each arm by a friend, it only re-
quired the appearance of Mr. Fechter from an op-
posite corner to make the fistic illusion complete.
Instead, however, of proceeding leisurely to un-
dress, or at least to toss for corners, Mr. Phelps
only looked at his watch, and explained the neces-
sity which would compel him to depart at four
o'clock, an hour then near at hand. Whereupon it
was proposed that the ceremony of theoretically
planting the tree should be gone through at once,
for practically it had been planted long before, To
this course, however, others took a mild objection,
observing that the day was due to the Foresters' pro-
cession; that they had brought it all about, that they
bad made it a success, &c., remarks whicts appeared
to have the weight that facts, if they were cor-
rect, certainly deserved, and it was at once decided
to wait till the procession came. This it did at last,
though not till after many false alarms had been
caused by the itinerant ban3s of music being heard
in the distance, and not till after serious doubts
had been expressed as to the probability of; getting
at the contents of the bottle of Avon water, caused
by the fact of its being firmly corked, and the
usual repugnance of the spectators on suct occa-
sions to admit that any one carried a corkscrew
about him. Eventually, however, these difficulties
were got over, and the procession began to po-ar
into the enclosure just as th© obdurate cork was
extracted, and the contents of the bottle safely de-
canted into a large watering pot.
When the prccessionists had all gained the hill,
and when Colonel George Crnikshank, who headed
the guard of honour of the Havelock Volunteers,
had with his officers taken their places in the inner
ring, the proceedings commenced by Mr. Moore
addressing Mr. Phelps in behalf of the Working
Men's Shakspere Committee, and asking him to
plant the tree in honour of England's poet. The
committee felt, acting for their countrymen at largo,
that to no fitter hands than those of Mr. Phelps
could be
consigned the work of that day, and
when the law
• century came round he doubted not
their descendants
would admire the example their
forefathers had set there, and that they would plant
another tree,
-() something more to enshrine the
memory of the immortaldramatist.
To this Mr. Phelps, who vv,.s greeted with the
utmost euthubiaem, both on
h
he spoke, replied simply as fonioswaB7Lval and when

.c Mr. Moore, Ibe to accept most gratefully and humbly
3len's Shakspere Committee
the task which the Working
have assigned to me this day. I think the sight around me
is one of the noblest and one of the grandest spectacles that
ever met the human eye. In the name of the workmen of
England I plant this oak, and trust that it may live and
flourish and reach maturity. May it, in the words of our
great and glorious poet, become
" An oak, whose boughs are mossed with age,
And hig.a-topped, bald, with dry antiquity.,

A letter was then read from Miss Eliza Cook,
pleading indisposition as the cause of her absence,
and eeputing a lady named Bankes to christen the
tree and speak on her behalf. This Mrs. Bankes
di3, in a short and exceedingly well-worded speech,
te only defect of which was that, as might have

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been anticipated, its delivery was marred by the
nervousness natural to a lady addressing so large
and so public an audience for the first time. At the
conclusion of her address she plentifully sprinkled
the tree from the water of Avon, and christened it
the " Shakspere Oak," amid continued cheering,
during which enthusiastic devotees took as much of
the water of Avon as they could conveniently carry
away with them by drinking it out of the can.
Mr. Henry Marston then recited the following
ode, written for the occasion by Miss Eliza Cu&
Joyous, yet solemn, is our purpose here :
Claiming, alike, glad smile and tender tear.
The smile—to know our Jubilee is given
To him who left on earth some rays from Heaven.
The tear—to think that he who spread such flame,
Passed from his place tGo soon to learn his fame.
Yet smile and tear are hallowed as we breathe
The name of Shakspere o'er the bays we wreath;
While glowing spirits in that name unite,
Blending Love's festal with Devotion right,
The world is wide—yet all the world will own
That England's Shakespere fills its noblest throne;
That Wisdom, Wit, Mirth, Feeling, Mind, and Soul
Rule 'neath his sceptre-touch from pole to pole.
sweet Nature tuned his harp of myriad strings,
To rouse an echo in all human things,
Possessor of the strange, magician power—
Heir to Creation's vast and mystic dower,
He held no honours from our schools below;
God gave him more than monarch can bestow;
For Genius—simple, mighty, and sublime—
Stamped him--the Priest and Poet for " All Time,"
Here do we gather—sacredly to raise
Our shouts of triumph and our songs of praise.
Here have we met, in warm and earnest bands,
To twine his Glory-crown with toil-worn hands.
Here do we help to stud his diadem
With Labour's sweat-drop—England's richest gem.
Here do the people write with blazing pen,
" Shakspere was born of England's Working Men.' "
Well may our forehead's flush—our hearts rejoice—
While the loud boast is heard from every voice :
For all the tides of all the Caesar's blood
Fade by the side of Avon's rippling flood :
The heroes of Rome, Persia, Greece, and Troy,
Must yield the palm to Stratford's peasant boy;
And England's Princes bend with high regard
To swell the homage paid to England's Bard.
Three hundred years—long years—have rolled away
Since firsi he saw the world he came to sway;
And unborn millions—proud as we are now—
In untold ages still will crown his brow.
Time's 1° Curfew Bell" will ne'er ring but his fire ;
For Truth—Eternal Truth—illumes his lyre.
And while Truth dwells in man's responsive breast
Shakspere shall live—the matchless and the blest I

The effect of the ode was greatly aided by Mr.
Marston's excellent delivery. The proceedings,
which had been enlivened throughout by the ad-
mirable music of the band of the Hon. Artillery
Company, were then brought to a close by a brief
address from Mr. Marston, and the spectators be-
gan to disperse.
It appears, however, not to be in the nature of any
Shakspere celebration this year to pass off as it
is intended, and the Working Men's Garibaldi
Reception Committee, having accordingly on Sa-
turday sought to improve the occasion of there being
a crowd ready made to hand, at once proceeded
to hold an "indignation" meeting on the bill for
the purpose of " protesting against the manner in
which General Garibaldi had been hurried away
from England, and to demand further explanations
from the Government as to the cause of his hurried
departure."
At a little before 6 o'clock the committee, to the
number of about 60 or 70, came on the ground
and took up their position on the top of the hill
amid loud cheers. The proceedings, which were
very brief, commenced by calling Mr. Beales to the
chair, and he at once began by expressing his dis-
satisfaction at the mysterious manner in which the
visit of their friend General Garibaldi had been cut
short. He believed that the mein and true facts
connected with the departure of the General had
been suppressed, 'and, with great respect for Mr.
Gladstone and Lord Shaftesbury, he did not think
they had stated all they knew.
The speaker had proceeded thus far when an in-
spector of the S division, supported by a strong
body of police, made his way to the centre of the
meeting, and the inspector informed the chairman
that his orders were not to allow any political meet-
ing to take place on Primrose-hill, and added, in
reply to a question, that if the meeting was persisted
in he would be compelled to use force to carry out
his orders. Upon this strong hint great groans and
hissings arcs among the crowd, which now num-
bered about 4,000 persons, but which, beyond this
noisy ebuiliti, nof feeling, was very orderly. Mr.
Hartwell, the secretary of the committee, implored
the meeting to be perfectly quiet, adding, amid
loud cheers, that the suspension of the meeting by
the pollee would reflect more discredit on the Go-
vernment than anything that could have been said
by the speakers, or any resolution they may have
carried, however strong.

Mr. Cremer then, without making any speech,
moved the adjournment of the meeting, which was
seconded and carried, and the committee prepared
to retire. By this time, however, the police had
been largely reinforced, and their somewhat rough
manner of pushing the people to make them " move
on" created at last a feeling of anger in the crowd,
which soon began to show itself, and nothing but
the constant appeals of the committee to preserve
order prevented a serious breach of the peace.
Eventually the committee left the hill amid loud
cheers, and proceeded to the Adelaide Arms, Chalk
Farm-gate, where they held a meeting, attended by
about 60 members, Mr. Wiseass in the chair. The
following resolutions were there unanimously
adopted ;
That this committee, representing the trade, friendly
societies, and other organised bodies of working men of
London, protest in the strongest manner possible against the
fircible suppression by the police of the Garibaldi meeting
on Primrose-hill, as an unjustifiable interference with the
liberties of the people and the rights of public meeting.
That a deputation be appointed from this committee to
wait upon the Home Secretary to ascertain whether any
special instructions were given by the Government or the
Police Commissioners to prevent the above meeting, and
whether it is intended by the Government to prohibit open-
air meetings of the people, having a political object, and
that the city committee Fe invited to co-operate with the
committee in sending a similar deputation from theirbny.);
In the evening there was a grand Shpleverittn
musical and dramatic fete at the Agri'4nltaral-balb,
and at which
at which the ode was again recitr,d,
some music and excellent sing ;n: were given. But,
though the admission Wl'; only a shilling, the hall
was very poorly attrAdcd in fact, the entertain-
ment was almo
'4.c a failure. With these efforts
ended the at ampt in London to get up a Shaks-
pere jub:iee and great national festival, and this
generation have only the comfort of knowing that
another attempt will not be made in their time.

STRATFORD -ON • AVON, Saturday Night,
The town did not completely wear the appearance of a
festival till yesterday evening, when the principal streets
were rendered gay by the suspension of banners on both
sides of the way. Though Stratford is a small place, its
streets, it may bo observed, are remarkably wide, and
therefore singularly well adapted to popular demon-
strations.

This afternoon, at two o'clock, the festival actually began
with the banquet, and while the bells of the church of the
Holy Trinity rang a merry peal, the doors of the Pavilion
were thrown open, and the guests and spectators were alike
admitted.

As I have already said, the Pavilion, which stands in a
paddock adjoining Sout hen's-lane, was erected to serve the
several purposes of a banquetting hall, a ballroom, and a
theatre.; This afternoon the front of the movable orchestra,
which stands at the back of the ealle, and consequently
faces the stage, was occupied by the table of honour as-
signed to the president and the more distinguished guests,
who were thus raised on a dais of unusual elevation. Im-
medately behind them was a table for the reporters of the
press, who were thus nearer to the speakers than any of
the other guests, though it is questionable whether the po-
sition was altogether advantageous for hearing, and the
seats behind these were assigned to the sub-vicar, the pa-
rish clerk, and the boys of tha choir, by whom were exe-
cated the very few pieces of vocal music by which the Fes-
tival was enlivened. From the ochestra, which presented
a curved front, and with the seats behind it occupied nearly
three sides of the dodecagon, a series of eight tables ex-
tended to opposite sides of the building, placed, of course,
at right angles of the table occupied by the President.
These covered the arena, which will be the pit during the
theatrical performances, and accommodate, the majority of
the guests. Other tables were, however, placed on the
stage, the centre of which had been raised, and even the
boxes on the grand tier, which is on a level with the pit,
were converted into supplemental banquet-rooms, the
cloths being on the front ledge.
The Earl of Carlisle, president of the festival, who with
the vice-presidents, the committee, and the other persons
connected with the proceedings, had already been received
at the Town-hall, and had inspected the site selected for-the

erection of the national monument, arrived at the Pavilion
soon after 3 o'clock, and was hailed with loud acclamations.
A company of rifle volunteers had been ranged on each side
of the entrance from Southen's-lane, that the guests might
be duly honoured, the band playing the old country air,
" The Warwickshire Lasses."

At about half past 3 o'clock the work of eating began,
the eaters numbering, say 700, and there could scarcely be
imagined a more brilliant picture than that presented to a
spectator, who, from an elevated place, could contemplate
the apparently innumerable tables, all occupied, though not
inconveniently crowded. However, it was necessary to
take several points of view to appreciate all the scene. The
persons who sat at the extra tables on the stage were backed
by a decoration representing a landscape, and thus to a
spectator on the dais presented the appearance of a snug
party at a fete champetre. On the other hand, the spectator
who from the centre of the pit looked straight towards the
president and his row of illustrious guests, curved almost
into a semi-circle, had a picture of quite a different descrip-
tion. Nor should I give a correct notion of the impression
produced by this picture did I not refer to the personal ap-
pearance of Mr Flower, the Mayor of Stratford, who was
regarded with universal admiration, as a figure singularly
symbolical of an Elizabethan celebration, Though seated
at some distance from the chair, he was at once conspicuous
almost above all others, from his fine, strongly marked
features, and his luxuriant white hair and beard, looking
more like a patrician burgomaster of the 16th or 17th cen-
tury, even still more like a Doge of Venice, when the Doge
was a Doge indeed, than a Mayor of the 19th century.
Much had been done to indicate by outward marks the
purpose for which the banquet had been given. The Earl
of Carlisle and several of the guests wore a tercente-
nary badge, manufactured Messrs. Maloney and John-
son, of Coventry, and apprcved by the committee. Sta-
tuettes representing various characters from Shakspere
adorned the tables, and miniature busts of the poet were
placed even in some of the dishes. The following bill of
fare is too characteristic not to merit insertion :
" BILL OF FARE.

" ' Ladies, a general welcome'—Henry VIII, i, 4.
"'Pray you bid these unknown friends to us welcome, for
it is a way to make us better friends, more known'—
Winter's Tale, iv, 3.
" Roast Turkeys—' 'Why, here he comes, swelling like a
turkey.cock'—Henry V, v, 1.
" Pea Fowl—' A very, very, pea. cock'—Hamlet, in, 2.
" Roast Fowls—' There is a fowl without a feather'--
Comedy of Errors, in, 1.
"Capons—' Item, a capon, 2s 2d'—l. Henry IV, 11, 4.
"Ducks—' 0 dainty duck l'—Midsummer Night's Dream,
v, 7.
"Boar's Head—' Like a full•acorned boar'—Cymbeline,
it, 5.
"York Hams—' Sweet stem from York's great stock'—l.
Henry VI, 11, 5,
"Tongues—' Silence is only commendable in a neat's
tongue dried'—Merchant of Venice, I, 1.
"French Raised Pies—' They are both baked in that pie'—
Titus Andronicus, v, 3.
"Mayonaise Salmon—' Epicurean cook sharpen with cloy-
less sauce his appetite'—Anthony and Cleopatra, 11, 2.
"May onaise of Lamb --4 Was never gentle lamb more mild'
—Richard, ii, 1.
"Braised Lamb and Beef—' What say you to a piece of
beef and mustard. A dish that Ido love to feed upon'—
Taming the Shrew, iv, 3.
"Roast Lamb'—' Come you to seek the lamb here?'—
Measure for Measure, v, 1.
" Galantines of Turkeys and Fowls—• The Turkish pre-
paration'-0 hello, I, 3.
"Lobster and Mayonaise Salads—' Salad was born to do
me good'—ll. Henry IV, iv, 10.
"Dressed Lobsters and Crabs—' There's no meat like them
I could wish my best friend at such a feast'—Timon of
Athens, I, 2.
"Potted Meats—' Mince it sans remorso'—Timon of
Athens, Iv, 3.
" Potted Lamperns and Lampreys—' From the banks of
Wye, and Sandy-bottom'elSevern—l Henry IV, In, 1.
"Aspics of Eels, Soles, and Salmon—' Cry to it, as the
Cockney did to the eels when she put them i' the paste
alive'—Lear, 11, 4.
" Dessert Cakes, Jellies, and Creams—' The queen of curds
and cream'—Winter's Tale, iv, 3.
" Tourtes, Meringues, and Charlottes de Russe—' They call
for dates and quinces in the pastry'—Roweo and Juliet,
iv, 4.
" Bee Hives—' For so work the honey bees'—Henry V,
r, 2.
"Fruit—' Hercules did shake down mellow fruit'—Oorio•
lanus, Iv, 6.
"Dinner Rolls—' The Roll! where's the Roll Henry
IV, In, 2.
"Dressed Potatoes—' Let the sky rain potatoes'—Merry
Wives, v, 5.
"Bitter Ale—'And here's a pot of good double beer,
neighbour: Drink, and fear not your man'—• II Henry
VI, it, 3.
" Champagne, Hock, Claret, Port, and Sherry—' He calls
for wine ; ' a health,' quoth he'—Taming the Shrew,
111, 2.
"Purveyor—Mr. S. H. Hountford, 78, High-street,
Worcester."
In the course of this morning Professor Max
Muller presented at the Town-hall a German ad-
dress, to which more special reference is mode in
the account of the banquet, and accompanied the

presentation with the following remarks
Mr Mayor and Gentlemen of the Town Council,—The
city of Frankfort, the birthplace of Gr,:ethe, sends her greet-
ing to the city of Stratford-on-Avon, the birthplace of
Shakspere. The old free town of Frankfort, which since
the day of Frederick Barbarossa has seen the Emperors of
Germany crowded within her w ails, might at all times
speak in the name of Germany. But today she sends her
greeting, not as the proud mother of German Emperors,
but as the proud mother of the greatest among the poets of
Germany, and it is from the very house in which Goethe
lived, and which has since become the seat of the "Free
German Institute for Science and Art," that this message
of the German admirers of Shakspere has been sent across,
which wo are asked to present to you, the Mayor and
Council of Stratford-on-Avon. When honour was to be
done to the memory of Shakspere, Germany could not be
absent, for next to Goethe and Schiller there is no poet so
truly loved by us, so thoroughly our own, as your Shaks-
pore. He is no stranger with us, no mere classic, like
Homer, or Virgil, or Dante, or Corneille, whom we read
and admire and then forget. He has become one of our-
selves, holding his own place in the history of our literature,
applauded in our theatres, read in our cottages, studied,
known, loved, "as far as sounds the German tongue."
There is many a student in Germany who has learnt English
solely in order to read Shakspere in the original, and yet
we possess a translation of Shakspere with which few
translations of any work can vie in any language. What
we in Get many owe to Shakspere must be read in the
history of our literature. Goethe was proud to call h!hiself
the pupil of Shakspere. I shall at thin moment allude
to one debt of gratitude only which
poet of Stratford-on-Avon. I
so """asermany owes to the
not speak of the poet only,
and of his art, so perfect 'see'ase so artle.ee, I think of the
man with his large,
w°:ea heart, with his :sympathy 'for all
'
that is genuine, -
sraselfish, beautiful, and good; with his
contempt foe.
all that is petty, mean, vulgar, and false. It is
from V
ss plays that our young men in Germany form
th..eir first ideas of England and the English nation, and
in admiring and loving him we have learnt to admire and
to love the people that may proudly call him their own. And
it is "right that this should be so. As the height of the Alps
is measured by Mont Blanc, let the greatness of England
be measured by the greatness of Shakspere. Great nations
wake great poets; great poets make great nations. Happy
the nation that possesses a poet like Shakspere. Happy the
youth of England whose first ideas of this world in which
they are to live are taken from his pages. That silent influ-
ence of Shaksperee poetry on millions of young hearts in
England, in Germany—in all the world, shows the almost
superhuman power of human genius. If one looks at that
small house in a small street of a small town of a small
island, and then thinks of the world-embracing, world-
quiekening, world-ennobling spirit that burst forth from
that small garret, one has learnt a lesson and car-
ried off a blessing for which no pilgrimage would
have been too long. Though the great festivals which
in former days brought together people from all parts
of Europe to worship at the shrine of Canterbury exist no
more, let us hope, for the sake of England more than for the
sake of Shakspere, that this will not be the last Shakspere
Festival in the annals of Stratford-on-Avon. To this cold
and critical age of ours the power of worshipping, the art of
admiring, the passion of loving what is great and good are
fast dying out. May England never be ashamed to show
to the world that she can love, that she can admire, that
she can worship the greatest of her poets. May Shakspere
live on in the love of each generation that grows up in Eng-
land I May the youth of England long continue to be nursed,
to be fed, to be reproved and judged by his spirit I With
that nation, that truly English, because truly Shaksperean
nation, the German nation will always be united by the
strongest sympathies ; for, superadded to their common
blood, their common religion, their common battles and
victories they will always h. ve in Shakspere a common
teacher, a common benefactor, a common fund.
THE Bk:sIQUET,
The banquet comnoP:eced about the time we hate already
mentioned, under tte presidency of the Earl of Carlisle,
who, upon assolaing the chair, was loudly cheered by the
company. rfo his right, at the principal tablet' at the Arch-
bish°'; of Dublin, the Bishop Of Bt. Andrews, the Vicar of
B*.ratford, the Mayor of Stratford, Lord Houghton, Lord
Wr°ttealoY, Hon. F. Ponsonby, Sir R. Hamilton, Sir L.
yPaolukn,g, Sirmr E .crWesivvlmiek tv
Wilmot, 1
11. CeideCott, Rev, J. C.
cPiaotitfreeis‘vtsoooribeCtitt, and Dr.Eß,rAoz.;KCjiaomokee,
that®,
gohrtdL Hon.e Leigh, the E
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P. Byng, the Lord Mayor of York, Hon. 4. C. Leigh,
Hon. and Rev. J. Leigh, Sir W. Fraser, Mr M. Caldecott,
Sir A. H. Elton, Bart., Sir Michael Shaw Stewart General
Ainslie, and Mr. T. Baldwin.
The usual loyal toasts were, of course, the first that were
proposed, but they were ingeniously illustrated by quota-
tions imparting to them a peculiar connection with the fes-
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on rising to propose QUA",