Thibodaux minerva. [volume] (Thibodaux, La.) 18??-1858, 1856-05-17

greatness entirely unconscious OF OF his great and
glorious future. took one last look before leay-
ing that memorable spot, but could only regret to
see the sacred walls of that dear room all scrawled
over with the names of persons from every land.
Strange that so many delight in defling noble mon
uments with worthless names.
From there we rode to the dear old church where
are Shakspeare's remains. Left our carriage at
the gate and approached the church through an
avenue of limes which intermingled their branches
above US gracefully and beautifully. There was a
solemn stiffness all around US as we neared that
country church. We entered, the building so plain
vet so spacious and so spacious and delightfully."-
quiet, seemed fit resting place for the remains of
the ancient bard. Passing up the aisle we stood in
the chancel. A fiat stone marked the spot, upon
which was an inscription written by himself for the
purpose, showing his apprehension lest proper re-
spect would not be given him after DEATH.
"Good friend for jesus sake, forbeare
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be he that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones"
These lines seem to have had the desired effect,
as they prevented his remains being removed to
Westminster Abbey. Above the tomb is bust of
him, which is said to be correct.
Not far distant from Stratford the beautiful man
sion of Sir Thomas Lucy and his fine grounds, from
which Shakespeare stole the DEER the great offense
of his youth, which determined his career in life
robbed Stratford of wild wool-comber, and gave
the world an immortal poet. The memory of that
act will live with him.
Went from bennington by rail to Birmingham,
fine fourishing place, noted for its manufactures.
With difficulty, we gained admttance into several.
Saw the mode Of making pins, papier mache and
plated silver ware. All was quite interesting. Left
Birmingham for Holyhead, then took steamer for
Kingston, and cars again six miles to Dublin. The
tubular bridges through which we passed, old
castles Welsh mountains, the Irish sea, all lent
variety to our days travel, and l enjoyed it much.
Reaching Dublin at night, fastened to hotel.
Took what is called Car, a real "low-backed
car" can never forget my surprise on beholding
what was to ride in Or rather on O,twas such
funny little concern, with two wheels, no top,
the seats lengthwse in the CENTER instead of across
and nothing to hold on with. took my seat, but
it was anything but safe, for was so convulsed
with laughter, and the man drove so fast, was in
danger of falling off. We arrived safely at the
hotel and next morning obtained carriage and
rode through Dublin. The people here have sin
gular customs In hiring horse and carriage you
must pay so much extra for driver, and still they
will not let them separately. There is similar
custom wherever we have been with regard to hotels
No servant receives any wages from the employer
but each guest is charged so much for cook, wait
ing-mad, dining room servants, and others, which
make up their wages, so that they have any num-
Der of servants without any expense to them. The
first item on bill on the continent is "bougie,"
and in England "wax," meaning candles. A
number are placed in your room daily and charged
to you. A friend, annoyed at this absurd custom,
amused us not little by collecting all his bougies
just as he was leaving and had grand illumination
in midday at one of the French hotels. He was
determined to have the good of them. Our Gus
toms are much the best, according to my American
ideas Of doing things.
As ever, CoRRIE.