“a genuine country village, consisting of a few straggling farm-houses and brick and timber cottages, standing apart from each other in their old gardens and orchard-crofts.  Simple, old-fashioned, and almost untouched by the innovations of modern life, we are here amidst the charmed past of Shakespeare’s time.”  Here is still to be seen, the cottage in which was born and lived Anne Hathaway, the wife of Wm. Shakespeare.  This village lies about a mile from Stratford, and is approached by a pleasant walk across quiet and fertile fields and pasture lands, the same path along which “Willie” used to steal when he went a-wooing his Anne.  The Hathaway cottage is a large old-fashioned thatch-roofed building—­very plain but very homely.  The clumsy string-lifted wooden door-latches, and the wooden pins fixing the framing, and which have never been cut off, but stick up some inches from the wall, are still all there.  It was dusk before I got there.  My rap at the door was responded to by the appearance of an old lady custodian, a descendent of the Hathaway family, who immediately busied herself to light a tallow candle.  That being successfully accomplished, she commenced her story by pointing out the old hearth, and explaining the kitchen arrangements of olden times.  Among the old articles of furniture, is a plain wooden settee or bench which used to stand outside against the house near the door, during the summer, and which, as tradition, has it, was Willie’s and Anne’s courting settee.  Pictures of their courtships hang against the walls, exhibiting styles and fashions well in keeping with the antique furniture of the room.  An old carved bed-stead of the Shakespeare era, stands in the room above.  Here the custodian offered me a book of autographs, asking me to sign my name, as has been customary since October 4th, 1846.  Six books have been filled with autographs, since that time.  Among the signatures I saw one Emma R., July 24th, 1866.  “This,” said the custodian, “is the signature of the Queen of the Sandwich Islands.”

Henry W. Longfellow’s signature, who was here with his brother (and families), June 23rd, 1868, and that of Chas. Dickens, here in 1852, were also pointed out.

The old lady would not let me go away without having taken a drink from “the spring where Anne used to drink.”  After presenting me with “lavender” and “rosemary” for mementoes, and a button-hole boquet consisting of a fine rose and buds, for immediate display, she wished me god-speed on my journey, and I retraced the path across the fields to Stratford.

New Place, the Home of Shakespeare, is the most charming place in all Stratford.  The extensive yard and garden which belonged to the property in Shakespeare’s time, had been partially cut up in lots and covered with houses; but these have all been removed again, and the grounds laid out into walks, lawns and flower beds, as the poet was wont to have them.  His yard and garden covered an area of about two acres.  The gentleman who has charge of the property now, exerts himself to the utmost, to make the surroundings pleasant and inviting, aiming particularly to plant the same trees and flowers that the poet had planted there, and to keep his favorite trees, or lineal successors of them, in the same sites.  Among the ornamental trees and flowers, he pointed out a number that he obtained from Vick, the florist, of Rochester, N.Y.