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So deeply was he interested in them, and so intense was his desire to carry on excavations himself, that he secured his release from the Embassy, and also a grant of three hundred dollars from Sir Stratford's own purse, which, with what he could spare from his own money, would, he hoped, suffice to begin the work, when, if anything of value appeared, it was trusted that funds would be secured from English friends of Oriental learning.
A Scheme of Reform Palmerston's attitude Lord John sore let and hindered Lord Stratford's diplomatic triumph The Duke of Newcastle and the War Office The dash for Sebastopol Procrastination and its deadly work The Alma Inkerman The Duke's blunder Famine and frost in the trenches. ALL through the autumn of 1854 Lord John Russell was busy with a scheme of Parliamentary reform.
Furnivall, 'forgiven and forgiving, full of the highest wisdom and peace, at one with family and friends and foes, in harmony with Avon's flow and Stratford's level meads, Shakespeare closed his life on earth' we have obtained a piece of knowledge which is both interesting and pleasant.
"The Avon bears to endless years A magic voice along, Where Shakespeare strayed in Stratford's shade, And waked the world to song. We heard the music soft and wild, We thrilled to pulses new; The winds that reared the Avon's child Were Herga's nurses too." That evening John told Caesar what Warde had said to him, and then added, "I mean to have a shot at 'the Swan of Avon." Caesar looked glum.
Kiss me, lad. There now thy hand." The master-player clasped it closely in his own, and pressing something into the palm, shut down the fingers over it. "Quick! Keep it hid," he whispered. "'Tis the chain I had from Stratford's burgesses, to some good usage come at last." "Must I come and fetch thee out?" growled the turnkey. "I be coming, sir." "Thou'lt send Will Shakspere?
Little or nothing binds the citizen to the State, and the adulteration of food has become so common that pure bread and pure beer are the exception, and the supervision of those who prepare the necessities of our daily life is much less strict than it was when old John Shakespeare, the poet's father, was Stratford's ale-taster, empowered to see, inter alia, that every baker sold a whole loaf of true weight for one penny.
O broad and smooth the Avon flows By Stratford's many piers; And Shakespeare lies by Avon's side These thrice a hundred years; But I would be where Windrush sweet Laves Burford's lovely hill The grey old town on the lonely down Is where I would be still.
Men who lived ill were fined or expelled from Stratford's boundaries; scolding wives were sentenced to have their tempers sweetened by immersion from the ducking-stool in the clear, cold waters of Avon. Publicans were forced to conform to the local laws carefully framed to abolish public drunkenness.
Lord Stratford's memorable words 'Put not your trust in princes, nor in the sons of princes, rang for ever in his ear. Lord Stafford's blood lay like a curse upon his throne.
And lastly, the passage of the Dardanelles by our fleet, which more than any overt act made war inevitable, was ordered by the Government at home against Lord Stratford's counsel. Between panic-stricken statesmen and vacillating ambassadors, Lord Clarendon on one side, M. de la Cour on the other, the Eltchi stands like Tennyson's promontory of rock, "Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crowned."
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