given by Ireland, but his copy has no resemblance to the original. The cut here engraved is a more careful copy of a finer head than any Justice Shallow could shew. That Sir Thomas had an equally fine heart, the epitaph on the black slab in the recess at the back of the tomb will shew. With singular good taste his own name is not mentioned; but his wife's virtues are recorded in the following touching and beautiful inscription :

HERE ENTOMBED LYETH THE LADY JOYCE LUCY, WIFE OF SIR THOMAS LUCY, OF CHERLECOTE, IN THE COUNTY OF WARWICK, KNIGHT, DAUGHTER AND HEIR OF THOMAS ACTON, OF SUTTON, IN THE COUNTY OF WORCESTER, ESQUIER, WHO DEPARTED OUT OF THIS WRETCHED WORLD TO HER HEAVENLY KINGDOME, THE TENTH DAY OF FEBRUARY, IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD GOD 1595, OF HER AGE LX. AND THREE. ALL THE TIME OF HER LIFE A TRUE AND FAITHFULL SERVANT OF HER GOOD GOD, NEVER DETECTED OF ANY CRIME OR VICE; IN RELIGION MOST SOUND; IN LOVE TO HER HUSBAND MOST FAITHFULL AND TRUE; IN FRIENDSHIP MOST CONSTANT; TO WHAT WAS IN TRUST COMMITTED TO HER MOST SECRET; IN WISDOME EXCELLING; IN GOVERNING OF HER HOUSE, AND BRINGING UP OF YOUTH IN THE FEARE OF GOD THAT DID CONVERSE WITH HER, MOST RARE AND SINGULAR. A GREAT MAINTAINER OF HOSPITALITY; GREATLY ESTEEMED OF HER BETTERS; MISLIKED OF NONE UNLESS OF THE ENVIOUS. WHEN ALL IS SPOKEN THAT CAN BE SAID, A WOMAN SO FURNISHED AND GARNISHED WITH VIRTUE, AS NOT TO BE BETTERED, AND HARDLY TO BE EQUALLED BY ANY. AS SHE LIVED MOST VIRTUOUSLY, SO SHE DYED MOST GODLY. SET DOWN BY HIM THAT BEST DID KNOW WHAT HATH BEEN WRITTEN TO BE TRUE.

THOMAS LUCY.

Respected be the memory of Sir Thomas! A boyish outbreak, if rebuked harshly in a moment of irritability, was, we

are sure, forgiven and forgotten by Shakspere, whom we know to have been in friendly communication with the family afterwards. The dignity of a great man's biography should not be broken up by such tales. This deer-stealing story has even become more firmly fixed in an adjoining locality, where we are certain it could not be true. Fulbrooke Park is made the scene of the exploit, and Ireland engraves the keeper's lodge there, in which Shakspere was confined when caught in his lawlessness. The deer-barn at the same place, where Shakspere concealed the venison he stole, is also shewn. Mr. Knight, to whom belongs the merit of investigating clearly the whole of this deer-stealing story, says, "A word or two disposes of this part of this tradition: Fulbrooke Park did not come into the possession of the Lucy family till the grandson of Sir Thomas purchased it in the reign of James I. !"

Passing from all unpleasant reminiscences of Shakspere's residence at Stratford, let us take a quiet walk by the field-path that leads to

ANNE HATHAWAY'S COTTAGE.

By this footway the Poet must have often wandered in the evening to his "lady-love." It is a pleasant walk—a short mile from Stratford. Quiet and luxuriant is the landscape which meets the eye all around: corn-fields, and pasture-land, and snug farms; the quiet, old-fashioned gables of Shottery before; the wood-embosomed houses of Stratford behind; where from among the trees shoots up the elegant spire of one of the most beautiful of our country churches. Shottery abounds with old half-timbered houses; and one, now a little road-side inn, called "The Shakspere," is a capital example, and stands beside the field-path at the commencement of the lane leading to Anne's house. Proceeding down this lane, we cross a brook; a few yards farther, and we reach the house. It is a long thatched tenement of