THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.

Vol. 12, No. 331.] Saturday, September 13, 1828. [Price 2d.

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Charlecote Hall, near Stratford-upon-Avon.

[Illustration]

“One of the most delightful things in the world is going a journey.”  Now if there be one of our million of friends who, like the fop in the play, thinks all beyond Hyde Park a desert, let him forthwith proceed on a pilgrimage to Stratford-upon-Avon, the birthplace of Shakspeare; and though he be the veriest Londoner that ever sung of the “sweet shady side of Pall Mall,” we venture to predict his reform.  If such be not the result, then we envy him not a jot of his terrestrial enjoyment.  Let him but think of the countless hours of delight, the “full houses,” the lighted dome and deeping circles, of the past season; when

  Dread o’er the scene the ghost of Hamlet stalks;
  Othello rages, &c.

and then will he not enjoy a visit to the place where—­

  ——­Sweetest Shakspeare, Fancy’s child,
  Warbled his native wood-notes wild.

Sterne, the prince of sentimental tourists, says, “Let me have a companion of my way, were it but to remark how the shadows lengthen as the sun declines;” but, for our part, we should prefer a visit to Stratford, alone, unless it were with some garrulous old guide to entertain us with his or her reminiscences.

This brings us to Charlecote Hall, one of the Shakspearean relics.  It consists of a venerable mansion, situated on the banks of the Avon, about four miles from Stratford, and built in the first year of the reign of Elizabeth, by Sir Thomas Lucy;

  “A parliamente member, and justice of peace. 
  At home a poor scare-crow, at London an asse,”

and so well known as the prosecutor of Shakspeare.[1]

The principal front, here represented, assumes, in its ground plan, the form of the letter E—­said to have been intended as a compliment to the queen, who, as appears from the Black Book of Warwick, visited this place in 1572.

[1] At Stratford, the family maintain that Shakspeare stole Sir Thomas Lucy’s buck, to celebrate his wedding-day, and for that purpose only.  But, in that age, when half the country was covered with forests, deer-stealing was a venial offence, and equivalent to snaring a hare in our days.

The above is copied from one of a Series of Views illustrative of the Life of Shakspeare, drawn and etched by Mr. W. Rider, of Leamington.  These engravings are five in number, but the artist explains that he has selected such subjects only, “as from tradition, or more certain record, might fairly be presumed to bear direct relation to the life of the poet.  But while he regrets that the number of authenticated subjects are so few, he feels that from innovation or decay, they are almost hourly becoming fewer; and is, therefore, prompted to secure the few remnants left, while they are yet within his reach.”