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“Whereas, on or about the 3d day of the last from a short specimen, is not quite worthy month of August, having with my good friend Shakspeare : Master William Henry Ireland and others taken boat near unto my house aforesaid, we did pur “ Is there in heaven aught more rare pose going up the Thames, but those that were

Than thou, sweet nymph of Avon fair ? so to conduct us being much too merry through Is there on earth a man more true, liquor, they did upset our aforesaid barge. All

Than Willy Shakspeare is to you?” but myself saved themselves by swimming, for though the water was deep, yet our being close

The last document we shall notice, is a nigh to shore made it little difficulty for them knowing the aforesaid art. Master Ireland not

“Deed of trust to John Hemminge,” drawn seeing me did ask for me, but one of the company up by Shakspeare himself, who states in the did answer that I was drowning; on the which he preamble, as a reason for being his own atpulled off his jerkin and jumped in after me. With torney, that he has “found much wickedmuch pains he dragged me forth, I being then

ness among

those of the law," and does not nearly dead, and so he did save my life, and for like “ to leave matters at their will." the which service I do hereby give him as follow

The most daring part of the imposition, eth : first, my written play of Henry the Fourth, Henry the Fifth, King John, King Lear, as also however, remains to be told. On the 2d of my written play never privted, which I have April, 1796, the play of Vortigern and Ronamed King Henry the Third,” &c.

wena, “from the pen of Shakspeare,” was

announced for representation at Drury-Lane One would think that to have believed all Theatre. Public excitement was at its this required a greater degree of credulity height. As the evening approached, every than usually falls to the lot of critics. An avenue to the theatre was thronged with original letter, purporting to have been writ- anxious crowds, eager to obtain admission. ten to Shakspeare by Queen Elizabeth, is a When the doors were opened, there was a forgery almost equally daring. We print it furious rush, and thousands, it is said, were as it appeared in the volume :

turned disappointed away. The play had

been put on the stage with unexampled “Wee didde receive youre prettye verses goode care. Mr. Kemble himself sustained the Masterre William through the hands of oure Lorde part of Vortigern. The imposition, bowChanbelayne ande wee doe complemente thee onne theyre greate excellence Wee shalle departe gent audience, as will appear by the following

ever, was too palpable to deceive an intellifromme Londonn toe Hamptowne for the holy characteristic account of the performance, dayes where wee shalle expecte thee withe thye beste actorres thatte thou mayste playe before which appeared in the Times

new paper ourselfe toe amuse usse bee not 'slowe bntte the 4th of April : “ The first act in every comme toe usse bye Tuesdaye next asse the lorde line of it spoke itself a palpable forgery ; Leicesterre wille bee withe usse.

but it was heard with candor. The second ELIZABETH R.”

and third grew more intolerable; thus “bad Thys letterre I dydde receyve fromme mye began, but worse remained behind.' In the moste gracyouse Ladye Elizabethe ande I doe fourth, “rude murmurs like the hollowrequeste itte maye bee kepte with alle care pos- sounding surge, broke loudly forth.' In the syble.

fifth act, the opposition became seriously WM. SHAKESPEARE."

angry, and on Mr. Kemble repeating this

significant lineAmongst the papers, also, was an amatory epistle to Anne " Hatherreway,” in which

'I would this solemn mockery were o'er!' was enclosed a lock of the poet's hair. The letter is not long, but its affected grandilo- he was not allowed to proceed for several quence is rather amusing. “I pray you," it minutes.” An attempt was made to ancommences, 'perfume this my poor lock nounce the play for repetition, but the with thy balmy kisses, for then indeed shall unanimous voice of the public having prokings themselves bow and pay homage to it. claimed the imposture, it was wisely withI do assure thee that no rude band hath drawn. knotted it ; thy Willy's alone hath done the The failure of Vortigern was a death-blow work. Neither the gilded bauble that en- to the fraud; but it must occasion no slight virons the head of majesty, no, nor honors surprise that such a barefaced forgery should most weighty, would give me half the joy as have succeeded so far. Without possessing did this my little work for thee." There is the genius of Chatterton, it cannot be denied also a paper of verses, inscribed to the same that Ireland exhibited a large amount of lady; the style of which, as will appear misdirected ingenuity. At the time of the

of

completion of Vortigern, he was only nine- ces seemed to warrant the suspicion that teen. The play was written and transcribed father and son were equally implicated, and in secret, and at stolen intervals; and if we even the latter's solemn declaration to the may take his own word," he appeared in contrary could not remove the impression public at the same time as much as he that had been made on the public mind. could, in order to make the world believe he Mr. Samuel Ireland died in the year 1800, was a giddy, thoughtless youth, incapable and it has been asserted that his days were of producing the papers.”

shortened by the exposure of the shameful The closing scene of the comedy--for so fraud of which he had been made the dupe. we may style the whole affair-may be The son subsequently published in his own readily anticipated. Gratified by the noto- name many plays, novels, and poems, which riety he had acquired, Ireland was easily are now almost forgotten. His death is reinduced to publish a full and free con corded in the Gentleman's Magazine, as fession of his fraud. He hastened to having taken place on the 15th of April, take upon himself the whole responsibility, | 1835; and it may be further stated, that

up and anxiously endeavored to exculpate his that period he had kept, and that he carfather from any participation in the impos- | ried with him to his grave, the significant ture. It must be confessed that circumstan- | soubriquet of Shakspeare Ireland.

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Never you fear; but go ahead

In self-relying strength;
What matters it that malice said,

“ I've found it out at length ?
Found out ! found what? An honest man

Is open as the light;
So, search as keenly as you can,

You'll only find-all right.

Ay, be the scandal what you will,

And whisper what you please,
You do but fan his glory still

By whistling up a breeze.

your blame,

Yes-blot him black with slander's ink

He stands as fair as snow !
You serve him better than you think,

And kinder than you know.
What! is it not some credit, then,

That he provokes your blame? This merely, with all better men,

Is quite a sort of fame!

The little spark becomes a flame,

If you won't hold your tongue;
Nobody pays you

for
Nor cares to prove it wrong;
But if you will so kindly aid

And prop a good man's peace,
Why, really one is half afraid

Your ill report should cease!
Look you !-two children playing there,

With battledores in hand,
To keep their shuttle in the air

Must strike it as they stand;
It flags and falls if both should stop

To look admiring on;
And so Fame's shuttlecock would drop,

Without a pro and con!

Through good report, and ill report,

The good man goes his way, Nor condescends to pay his court

To what the vile may say:

From Fraser'. Magazine.

MEMOIR OF A SONG.

"Oh, that I were the viewless spirit of a lovely sound,
A breathing harmony !”

often sung.

I am an old song now, and have been its perfect organization, when, consigned to

Mine has been a long and the throat of a great prima donna, I first brilliant career; and though now put on the spread my wings and sailed forth triumphant, shelf amid the dust of departed forefathers, conquering and to conquer ? let me, ere I sink into annihilation, retrace It was fully two years from the time that the early years of my glorious being, when the first bars of my being were laid down in I flew triumphant from throat to throat, the brain to that when, in an hour of despair, roused the heart, and filled the eyes of men agony, and insanity, I was put down upon with tears of gladness, sympathy, and love. paper and brought out into the world. Talk

I am by birth an Italian. I was created of Minerva, all ready armed, leaping, buckby the maestro in his twenty-fifth year. It lered and helmeted, from the brain of Jove! was while rocking lazily on the moonlit la- what was her start into life compared to gunes of Venice that I first became conscious mine? In me were centred a thousand perof existence: in the magic hall of the brain fections, for I came adorned and crowned I first bestirred my wings, but found the with Love's idolatry—an offering, a dying quarters too confined for my ambitious and offering, to the only woman Stefano ever expanding energies. I was, however, al- loved in his life. Of course, I was in all his lowed to move, as the Scotch say, “butt secrets. Giulia was a young actress—you and ben,” between the head and the heart, do not need a description of her; she is in for from both I sprang. Ay, thy life-blood, all the London print-shops; but yet she is poor Stefano, ran in

my veins, with the wild not now as she was then. Ah! era stella its burning passion, and the pathos of del mattin. Originally a flower-girl at its sombre melancholy, indelibly impressed Florence, she had a voice of three octaves on the wild earnestness of my adagio and and two notes, a head of glorious form, and the marvellous rapture of my allegro ! The a face of enchanting loveliness. At sixteen, author of my being had been a poet and a she had the grace of a nymph and the ease musician from his earliest years. In the of a child. She was taken in hand by old poverty-stricken home of his father there Giorgio, and taught to sing, some time bewere few opportunities for the improvement fore she learnt to write or read. She was of any but such an one as Stefano. His was the strangest girl-a mixture of vanity, vice, the heart to which all Nature speaks in her fascination, and good-nature; with some fondest and deepest tones; the airy tongue superstitions, that made her very diverting that addressed the spirit of Stefano whis when she took a fit of fright about a new pered ceaselessly in the ear willing to hear, character. I know that she vowed fifteen of all that was beautiful, poetic, and en- pounds to St. Mark if she got through the nobling.

Casta Diva, with an encore to the quick Now to return to myself. Shall I tell the part. By the way, I have a spite at Casta secrets of the brain ? Shall I reveal to Mr. | Diva ever since she was preferred to me at Faraday the electric flashes which accom the San Carlo. But to return. This Giulia panied my gradual formation in the thoughts was the very girl to drive Stefano crazy. He and will of my creator ? Shall I trace my imagined he saw her enacting the part of being back to its first dawn, through its Zara in his Montezuma. He followed her gradual perfecting, to the full splendor of everywhere. He besieged her with bouquets,

letters, and songs. One night he set forth, , then, with a roll of music as a wand of and stood in a severe shower beneath her witchery and command, she came forward, window.

and there stood revealed la dea di tutti cor. Giovinetto cavalier !" sung out Giulia Subtle as quicksilver, her voice twisted from an attic window.

through the intricate fioriture of her song. This was enough for Stefano. He thought The air seemed illuminated in Stefano's eyes he was in high favor; and the next idea was by the delight that he felt. How he envied to sing with her on the stage.

This was a the tenor! Even the Barber's part would hope, however, too brilliant to be fulfilled. have been something. Well, he would be “Oh, how blessed an existence," he thought, patient, and sing his best. That very Thurs“to sing, to act, to feel that idealized, brief day he finished my adagio. He wrote me life of the stage, true to one's own heart !” | down on paper, but I was voiceless as yet He went to the impresario. Pisani was a almost. He could only sob me out, poor courteous and kind Italian. He would do Stefano! at intervals. He was unfortunately his possibile to get him a place in the chorus; situated. Ah, Stefano, you and I should the opera in preparation was the Barbiere. have existed in the golden days of the songWell, he might stand beneath Rosina's win loving Past—in Greece, when the lyre gave dow, and sing among the tenors.

life, love, and livelihood! Stefano was poor Oh, obbligalo, mille grazie!" cried Ste- to misery, very much in love, and only in the fano. And he went off as happy as if he had chorus at a very low engagement. These just found fifty pounds in his empty pockets. were depressing circumstances.

For those who like it, it is a charming A fortnight after, Stefano received an inthing singing in a chorus; to the real lover timation from the impresario that Don Basilio of the stage, to the real denizen of the green was sick, and that he might take his part room, this will be easily explained. To feel for that night. Stefano was half crazed that one forms one billow of that tide of with delight; he was getting on in the world. music—to feel that one is joining in the That evening he wrote down the brilliant ruling passion of a multitude, and making passage in my third page; he polished my one's own noise besides—all this combines new cadenza, and added a chromatic flourish to create an elevated feeling of enjoyment to my recitative, I was daily improving and delicious excitement. The eventful rehearsal came. Into the dim, dark, nasty That evening Stefano was in good voice. theatre walked Stefano, very triumphant. He had risen to the dignity of an actor, and There stood the pale, ill-washed chorus; the Giulia spoke to him; and he stood at the dirty scenes; the disenchanted gardens of side of the stage, listening enraptured to the the Spaniard's home; and lolling on a chair, mellow tones of love-making on the stage. sipping eau sucrée, in a filthy white shawl, He was not jealous of the tenor, for he had with an old handkerchief over her head, sat a squint and a large family. And then it the Giulia, very tarnished and shabby, cer was so charming, the way that Giulia came tainly. People who know nothing about forth, to curtsey with enchanting coquetry, these things, are fond of saying and believ- and sing, in round, crisp tones, her Buona ing that all the falsehood of the stage, all sera, buona sera, as he retreated, bowing the vain trickery of the performers, cure the truly in spirit to her. Then he was asked too-ardent admirer in the morning of the to supper, and he went. It was an extremely passion that he felt at night in an illuminated lively and amusing meal; light wines, and theatre. This is far from being altogether light laughing, and light talking ; very pleatrue. On the contrary, to some minds the sant for Stefano, who had never before felt slovenliness of a great performer becomes a so great a man. When he came home, I lay superb mystery, when from that cloud of skulking in a drawer. I was pitched too physical drawbacks emerge in power the high for him that night. grandeur, the unique talents, the charms of The next day Stefano twanged away at genius and beauty. Thus felt Stefano when, the guitar songs of successful love ; foolish after contemplating in silence the baggy out things, how I hated them! silly addresses to line of the great signora's head, the orches- Nice, mio ben and idol mio. In my silent, tra struck up the air she was to introduce as tragic greatness I lay, and could have gnashthe famous music lesson. It was ill played ; ed my notes for fury. Well, well, my time the fury started up. She threw off her was coming. Stefano scraped together al head-dress and dashed it to the ground; tore his money to purchase a pearl ring, and he open her shawl, to give her arms fair play; I sent it to Giulia. She put it on her lovely

now.

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" let's go.”

little finger, and she acted Ninetta that night. the engagement at the theatre was prolonged Stefano sang the part of Pippo faute de for an additional week. The English milor nieur, in the way of a contralto. It was at and his admiration of the prima donna was a small Italian theatre, and Giulia was only no secret subject of conversation; cruel vanity rising into fame. He got through it wonder- and heartlessness shone in the fiery glances fully well, and acted the part in the most im- of Giulia. It was one evening, the last of passioned manner.

the stay of the opera Troupe, that Stefano That evening he told Giulia that he would made his way alone into the presence of Giudie for her. She thought the compliment lia. It was after the performance. She well chosen, and returned it with stating that had gone home to her lodgings, and it was she meant to live for him. Oh, those light late when Stefano rushed up the stairs that stage vows and green-room promises ! Well

, led to her apartment. He knocked hurriedly. this was the state of affairs for one fortnight; Chi c'è ?" said the sweet treble voice. they acted together, and never better than Son io!" shrieked Stefano, as he burst one evening, the last but two of their en- in. He laid hold of her, and shook her till gagement. The walls of the town were her teeth chattered; then fell down on his chalked all over with homage to Giulia : knees, and rolling himself on the ground, Eterno opore all' immortale sirene ! Divina made abject protestations of despair and deGiulia ! and a few other such truisms. votion.

Two idle young Englishmen came to Fer Prendi l'anel li dono,” said Giulia, rerara. What was to be seen ? “Oh, horrid treating with a scornful grin, and tossing his place !-ducal palace-Parisina—wicked wo- ring in his poor face. He seized it, and bit men-poem by Byron, and all that sort of the slight gold circlet in two. thing

Mangi pure," said the malicious woman. " There's an opera," said Lord Vane; With a scream he seized hold of her, and

clasped her in his armsAh! what is it?"

"Eh m'ami ancora, dimmi che m'ami.“ Semiramide-Giulia.”

Sicuro, mia vita !” said Giulia. Well, let us go.”

So Stefano was pacified, like a silly young So they went to the little, dark theatre man as he was, and they sat down. Giulia filled with the gentry and beau monde of Fer- opened the window, and hung her head out.

She wrapped a mantilla round her and hum«'Pon

my

honor, not so bad," said one. med Di lanti Palpiti. Then she stopped, “Very good,” said Lord Vane.

and there was a silence for a little while. At He leant over the box--he was interested; last there followed the sound of shuffling and a chorus of women struck up the magic feet, and the soft, mellow twang of guitars music of the Serena i Vaghi rai. How that sound full of warmth and starlight to grandly lovely was Giulia in her despotic me; and then there rose up a serenade. tenderness! There was a contralto, with an | Addio, Delizia, came over and over again ill-conditioned turban on her head, for Ar- from a band of men's voices. Stefano was sace ; but regal was the love-making of Giu- silent, till the old landlady entered. lia. And how grandly did she summon the Una serenata, signorina mia, dalla parte Assyrian courtiers to do their homage to her ! di milor ; sicuro dalla parte di milor.Giuri, a sommi dei. There was a superb ty Stefano asked no more, the Italian blood ranny in her cadences and imperial embellish- was lit up with the fury of long-suppressed ments. Stefano gloried in her every note; revenge ; he flew on the old woman and there was not a brighter face than his in the nearly strangled her. theatre. It was a sight of rapture and tri "Åhi! Soccorso ! aiula! aiuta !" And umph to him—that rapture in the triumph of the yells of the two women brought up the another that has not even the restlessness of whole street to the door in two minutes. Stevanity to irritate and mar its enjoyment.

fano met Lord Vane, who gave him a good Giulia yet stood in her crimson robes and beating; and then, dashing through the diadem when Lord Vane addressed her. He crowd, he made his way home. He never spoke French and Italian beautifully. The saw Giulia again. Early next morning he Italian, subtle from the time that she had received an intimation that his services were cut her first tooth, soon saw and enjoyed the no longer required; that his cadences were admiration of one man and the frantic jeal as incorrect as his conduct; that Signor Baousy of another. Next evening a diamond retti, from Milan, had kindly consented to ring effaced the pale pearl one on her hand; I take all his parts; and that the corps wished

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