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ANNE HATHAWAY.*_EDMUND Falconer. A traditionary ballad, sung to a day-dreamer by the murmurs of Shottery Brook No beard on thy chin, but a fire in thine eye, With lustiest manhood's in passion to vie, A stripling in form, with a tongue that can make The oldest folks listen, maids sweethearts forsake, Hie over the fields at the first blush of May, And give thy boy's heart unto Anne Hathaway. She's a stout yeoman's daughter and prizes herself, She'll marry an esquire or lie on the shelf; 'Tis just ten years gone, since in maidenhood's prime, To a farmer she said, “Nay, I'll bide my own time;" Now“Out and alas !” all the kind neighbors say, “She has married a stripling, has Anne Hathaway.” That day ten years past-it was then autumn time, And the Shottery orchards were in their full prime; Young Willie came over from Stratford to see If any windfalls in Anne's pocket might be: *For a kiss or an apple now come you to-day?” “Why, for both,” said the shrewd boy to Anne Hathaway. The farmer he sat on the steps by the door, "I've kine, sheep, and homestead, what can you want more?” The little boy answered, ne'er dreaming how true, “When I am her sweetheart, she cannot want you?” Anne stooped down and kissed him, and said, in mere play,
Yes, Willie's the sweetheart for Anne Hathaway." The farmer langhed loud, “What a fine man he be, You may kiss the wee laddie and ne'er jealous me.” Willie blushing replied, “ You're a fool, it is plain, Or you'd not want 'No' said more than once and again." The farmer trudged off, and scarce bade them good-day, And the boy ate sour apples with Anne Hathaway.
*William Shakspeare, was boru at Stratford-upon-Avon, April 23 1564. In his eighteenth year he married Anne Hathaway, the daughter of a substantial yeoman in the neighborhood, who was eight years older than himself, domestic establishment, or professional occupation, at this time, nothing determinate is recorded; but it appears that he was wild and irregular, from the fact of his connection with a party who made a practice of stealing the deer of Sir Thomas Lucy, of Charlecote, near Stratford. This imprudence brought upon him a prosecution, which he rendered more severe hy a lampoon upon that gentleman, in the form of a ballal, which he had affixed to his park gates. He also indulges in a vein of splenetic drollery upon the same magistrate, in the cha racter of Juutice Shallow, in the opening scene of The Merry Wirex of Windsor. He was finally driven to Loudon for shelter, which removal is supposed to have taken place when he was in his twenty-second year.
Then long years went over, and “ Anne's hard to please,”
So Will for their sakes fled from Stratford away,
Mistress Anne, Hymen Shakspeare did name;"
Susannah was spelling for Judith a book,
MR. BOWSER TAKES PRECAUTIONS. Mr. Bowser doesn't intend to let sickness or death get ahead of us as a family if any effort of his can prevent, und he is always doing the right thing in the nick of time. One day he came home an hour ahead of time, his countenance wearing a very important look, and the first thing he did was to bolt upstairs to our bedroom and lower the window, although I had just closed it after airing the room for two hours. He then came clattering down to ask me for a pan.
" What on earth do you want of a pan?” I asked. “ To save all our lives,” he answered. “ How?”
“Your bedroom is full of poisonous gases, which must be absorbed by an open vessel of water."
“I expected it. That's the weapon of the ignorant ! Mrs. Bowser, if you want to die by poisonous gases poi. soning the blood I have nothing to say, but I shall save the life of our child, if possible. I have felt a strange lassitude for several days, and a sanitary plumber tells me that we have poisoned air in the room.
“ Your lassitude couldn't have come from being out to club and lodge four successive nights until twelve o'clock, could it?"
He seized the pan and hurried upstairs, and when he had filled it at the lavatory he set it in the middle of the floor and came down with a relieved look on his face, to say: "See if you don't feel better tomorrow than you have for a month. It's a wonder we are not all dead."
“ Did the ancients know about these poisonous gases ?" I asked.
“ Not a thing. They never gave them a thought.” “ And yet the average
of health was seventeen per cent. above that of to-day, and the average of mortality that much lower! How do you account for it?”
"Oh, well, if you want to die, go ahead. I'll even buy a rope and help you to hang yourself. I expected this of course, but ridicule never moves me, Mrs. Bowser, never!”
Two hours later he went upstairs in his slippers to look for a paper in another coat, and, of course, he set