Arizona republican., 1899-01-06
SCRAPS FROM FRENTIS.

| many evidences of American apprecia | tion in this little interior town of Eng | land; it recalled one Of the singular | facts Of history. Four years after Shakespeare died, the company of Puri- | tans landed at Plymouth. In that com pany there was not a man or woman, 1 venture to say, who did not regard Shakespeare as a maker of prOfane stage plays, and a son of pGrditiO1; and l am equally confident that Shakes peare in his day regarded the Puritars as Q set Of soar-faced Jbigots, unworthy place On the earth they darkened with their gloomy presence. Yet in that new nation founded by these con temners of the vanities of the stage, the name of Shakespeare is held in the greatest reverence"
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 Tt was quite dark when I got back to the inn BarGolph, Pistol and the rest kept up an awful noise in a tap room near, singing convivial songs, and occasionally I heard a female voice above the din, which I suppose was that of Dame Quickly; and to make the illusion yet mor5' perfect, l met Doll Tearsheet on the stairs the next morn ing, very drunk indeed
 Tn going to Warwick, I was moved in a great degree by a desire to visit the earl of Leic3ster's hospital, so pleasantly described by Hawthorne, a description which will bear reading many times This asylum was found cd by that Robert Dudley, earl Of Lei cester, the favHrite Of the virgin queen,' Elizabeth, to whose virginity we are indebted for the name of Vir- ginia. Robert had faults-who has not? lie poisoned one wife, dishonorsd another before he married her, and dis owned a third: but his monument in the church at Warwick bears the usual inscription: A kind husband an affec- tiorate father However, to decidedly alter Shakespeare, the good that bad men do lives after them."
 My guide was an old soldier with a fiery cCuntenance, a red wart on one eyelid, and a breath which 1 judged had been through several wars and had assisted at the. storming of several dis tilleries He told me all about the es- tablishment, and showed the badge which each veteran must wear-the bear and ragged staff He said that but one of the badges had ever been lost, although generations of old sol diers-the wearers thereof-haVe gone  to the eternal camping ground
 
 'aThe old city of London is the gloomiest place on earth. With the exception Of St. Paul's, there is noth- ing that is not either positively, com paraItively or superlatiyely ugly. The monument in honor Of the great fire, is situated in sort Of hole. The top is surrounded by a railing, put there to check 3 growing furor for jumping off Cat which I do not wonder much), and the bottom IS covered with inscrip- ticns, stating that you can go up for 3 pence, and that the provisions of the penal code will be enforced against any persons beating carpets against the monuments. While in this neighbor- hood, and out of respect for my hon orable profession of journalism, I wis tied Billingsgate; but the place was q disappointment, and furnished me no new ideas. It is now a very common place fish market, where the language is up to the average of that of an edi- torial association, and a good deal more decent than that of an American news paper fight
 ''In the heart of York I saw a bit of green grass incIosed by high wall which interested me. It IS the ancient burying ground of the Friends, long deserted, and in it is buried Lindley Murray. It would not take long to | parse the last simple sentence about the | old grammarian, fOr, with Quaker | plainness. it only says that h. was born | and that he died. It does not even | that 9 generation Of Americans 1! learned grammar out CT his little book "A generation now gone, or going; for ! of those who, in so many country | school houses, on so many droTsy af- | t-Tnoons, said over and over, I love, | and you love- and we love most are | gone away to another country, where | we should fain hope that He loves"
 
 These last words may seem to indi- cate that some feeling of regret fol- | lowed the little journey I made in Switzerland, but this is not true. On the contrary, it left bright memories, l. which will brigGten, as do apples, ! when come tte colder days. Should I 1 live to be very old--N hicl heaven for . bid-when the sun above is no longer Of the dear ones isft shall re dim, when l shall forget the things of yesterday, even names that I have repeated a thousand times: even in that last scene, when the pocr old faded curtain is about to fall, I believe that I shall live ove- again the days of my pilgrima age young days, bright days, Swiss days |