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University, North Dakota.

Editor's Bulletin Board

WHEN the April number of the Quarterly

Journal was issued it was said that the July number would consist of articles discussing the political and social sciences. It has seemed wise to change the order and issue at this time the Shakespeare number that had been planned for October. No further announcement is needed for the next issue, therefore, than a statement that it will be approximately that formerly planned for this.

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"He was a happy imitator of nature, was a most gentle expresser of it: his mind and hand went together; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received a blot in his paper."

From the address of the editors prefixed to the folio edition of Shakespeare, 1623

JOHN HEMINGE

HENRY CONDEL

Commendatory Verses

Prefixed to the First Folio Edition of Shakespeare's Works Published in 1623

"To the memory of my beloved, the author, Master William Shakspeare, and what he hath left us.

Sweet Swan of Avon, what a sight it were

To see thee in our waters yet appear,
And make those flights upon the banks of Thames,
That so did take Eliza and our James!

But stay; I see thee in the hemisphere
Advanc'd, and made a constellation there:
Shine forth thou star of poets, and with rage

Or influence chide or cheer our drooping stage;

Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volume's light."

Ben Jonson

"To the memory of Master W. Shakespeare

We wonder'd, Shakespeare, that thou went'st so soon
From the world's stage to the grave's tiring-room:
We thought thee dead; but this thy printed worth.
Tells thy spectators that thou went'st but forth
To enter with applause. An actor's art
Can die, and live to act a second part:
That's but an exit of mortality,
This a re-entrance to a plaudite."

I.M. (James Mabbe)

VOLUME 6

JULY, 1916

NUMBER 4

Recollections of Stratford-on-Avon*

GEORGE ST. JOHN PERROTT,

Professor of Latin, University of North Dakota

NASMUCH as Shakespeare and I were born in the same town, and attended the same school, albeit 300 years apart, I suppose a few remarks from me on the present occasion may not be out of place. When I first remember Stratford-on-Avon, many long years ago, early in the second half of the last century, it was a quiet little English country town, in the heart of an agricultural district, boasting about 3000 inhabitants, three churches belonging to the church of England, five or six dissenting places of worship, the Royal Grammar School, the National, or Church of England Schools, and several small private schools. There were two weekly papers. Daily papers were not needed at Stratford, as the London dailies arrive in the forenoon, and the Birmingham dailies as early at 8 o'clock in the morning. I think our town imprest visitors as a pretty and clean little place, with an air of cheerfulness and solid business prosperity. There was always a large number of visitors to Shakespeare's town in the summer months. Among them were many Americans whom we were always glad to see. Another class of visitors was, I suppose, acceptable to the hotel and restaurant keepers, and those who had pleasure boats for hire-but by no means to the general public. I allude to the excursionists from the "black country" as we called the iron and coal districts to the north of us. They used to invade Stratford in countless swarms every week, and make the streets and the river a horror and an offense with their "Curse-ory observations and blank remarks."

One of my earliest recollections of my native town is of the Tercentenary celebrations of 1864. I was a small boy then, but I can remember the wooden pavilion erected for the performance of oratorios, Shakespeare's plays, and for various public meetings. I

* This address was written by Professor Perrott for the Sock and Buskin Society of the University of North Dakota, and read at the Society's meeting on February 8, 1916, by another, the writer himself being too ill to appear. Professor Perrott passed away on Sunday, May 28. See elsewhere in this issue of the Quarterly Journal, under "University Notes," for mention of his death and for resolutions of the University faculty. (Editor.)

Copyright, 1916, University North Dakota.