The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1866-10-24
ARTemus WARD In LONDON.

1--we Oeen HnSeflH " uAo ~ ~ - -
the lamented Shakespeare.
1t is a success.
do not hesitate to pronounce II as
such.
You may make any use OF this opin-
ion that YOU see fit. IF you think its
publication will subswerve the cause OF
iitteratoor, you may publicate it,
I told my wife Betsy when | left
home that I should go to the birth
place of the orthur of Otheller and 9TH
er Plays. She said that as long as l
kept out of Newgate she didn't care
where went. "But," / said, "don't
you know that he was the creates Poit
that ever lived T? Not one Of these COM
mon potts, like that young idyit that
writes verses to our daughter, about
the Roses as growses, and the Breezes
as blowses-but Boss Poit-also a
philosopher, also man who knew a
great deal about everything"
She was packing my things at the
time, and the only answer she made
was to ask me if / was goin to carry
both of my red dannen night caps.
Yes. I've been to Stratford onto the
Avon, the birthplace of Shakespeare.
Mrs is now no more. He's been dead
over three hundred 5000 years. The
people of his native town are justly
proud of him. They cherish his MEM
ny, and then as sell pictures ofhis birth
place, g., make it proftible clerishin
it. Almost everybody buys pictur to
put into their albion.
As I stood gazing on the spot where
Shakespeare is s'posed to have fell down
on the ice and hurt hisself when boy
this spot cannot be bought-the town
authorities say it shall never be taken
from Stratford) 1 wondered if three hun
bred years hence pictures of my birth
place will be in demand. Will the pc
pie of my native town he proud of me
in three hundred years ? | guess they
won't short of that time, because they
say fat man weighin 1000 pounds
which | exhibited there was stuffed out
with pliers and cushions, which he said
one very hot day in july" Oh bother,
1 can't stand this" and commenced pull
lin the PLIERS out from under his wes-
kit, and heavin'm at the audience. l
never saw man loose flesh so fast in
all nv life. The audience said I was a
pretty man to come chiselin my own
townsmen in that way. | said, "Do
not be angry, Teller citizens. l exhibit
ed him simply by work of art. 1
simply wish to show you that a man
could grow fat without the aid of cod
liver OIL" But they wouldn't listen to
me. They are low and grovelin set
of peple, who excite feelin of loath in
every brest where lofty emotions and
and original idees have hidin place.
l stopped at bennington few min
cts on my way to Stratford onto the
Avon, and a very beautiful town it is.
went into shoe shop to make pur-
CHS, and as l entered I saw over the
door those dear familiar words, "By
appointment: II. r. H. and said to
the man, esquire, excuse me, but this
is too much. I have seen in London
four hundred boot and and shoe shops
by Appointment: H. R. H.; and now
you're at it. 1t is simply impossible
that the Prince can wear 400 pairs of
boots. "Don't tell me-" I said, in a
voice choked with emotion" Oh, do
not tell me that you also make boots
for him. Say slippers-say that you
mend a boot now and then for him;
but do not tell me that you make 'em
regular for him."
The man smilt, and said l didn't I'M
derstand these things. He said l per-
haps had not noticed in London that
dealers in all sorts of articles was
by Appointment. I said, "Oh, hadn't
L? Then sudden though flashed over
me- 81 have it % said. 'sWhen the
Prince walks through a street, he no
doubt looks at the shop windows"
The man said, NO doubt"
Sand the enterprisen tradesman,"
l continnered, "the moment the Prince
gets out of sight, rushes frantically and
has tin sign painted, By Appointment,
Fl. R: H. I! 1t is beautiful, great idee!''
l then bought pair of shoe strings,
and wringin the shopman's honest hand
l started for the tomb of Shakespeare
in hired fly. 1t lookt, however, more
like spider.
"And this" said, as stood in the
old church-yard at Stratford, beside a
tombstone, (" this marks the spot where
lies William W. Shakespeare. Alars
and this is the spot where toe
"You've got the rong grave" said a
mana worthy villager :" Shakespeare
is buried inside the church,
"Oh," 1 said, ga boy told me this
was it." The boy larfed and put the
shillin I'd given him into his left eye in
inglorious manner, all commenced
movin backwards towards the street.
| pursood and captered him, and after
talkin to him spell in skarcastice
stile, let him went.
The old church was damp and chill.
1t was rainin. The only persons there
when entered was fine bluff old gen.
tleman, who was talkin in excited man.
ner to a fashnibly dressed young man
"No, Earnest Montresser," the old
gentleman said, {" it is idle to pursoo
this subjek no further. You can never
marry my daughter. You were seen
last Monday in Piccadilly without a
umbreller! / said then, as say now
any young man is venturous out in q
uncertain climit like this without nm
breller, lacks foresight, caution, strength
OF mind and stability; and he is not 9