Dwelling-house, of which, I presume, Mr. ROWE never was appriz’d.  When the Civil War raged in England, and K. Charles the First’s Queen was driven by the Necessity of Affairs to make a Recess in Warwickshire, She kept her Court for three Weeks in New-place.  We may reasonably suppose it then the best private House in the Town; and her Majesty preferr’d it to the College, which was in the Possession of the Combe-Family, who did not so strongly favour the King’s Party.

How much our Author employ’d himself in Poetry, after his Retirement from the Stage, does not so evidently appear:  Very few posthumous Sketches of his Pen have been recover’d to ascertain that Point.  We have been told, indeed, in Print, but not till very lately, That two large Chests full of this Great Man’s loose Papers and Manuscripts, in the Hands of an ignorant Baker of Warwick, (who married one of the Descendants from our Shakespeare) were carelesly scatter’d and thrown about, as Garret-Lumber, and Litter, to the particular Knowledge of the late Sir William Bishop, till they were all consumed in the general Fire and Destruction, of that Town.  I cannot help being a little apt to distrust the Authority of this Tradition; because as his Wife surviv’d him seven Years, and as his Favourite Daughter Susanna surviv’d her twenty six Years, ’tis very improbable, they should suffer such a Treasure to be remov’d, and translated into a remoter Branch of the Family, without a Scrutiny first made into the Value of it.  This, I say, inclines me to distrust the Authority of the Relation:  but, notwithstanding such an apparent Improbability, if we really lost such a Treasure, by whatever Fatality or Caprice of Fortune they came into such ignorant and neglectful Hands, I agree with the Relater, the Misfortune is wholly irreparable.

    [Sidenote*:  His Character as a Writer.]

To these Particulars, which regard his Person and private Life, some few more are to be glean’d from Mr. ROWE’s Account of his Life and Writings:  Let us now take a short View of him in his publick Capacity, as a _Writer_:  and, from thence, the Transition will be easy to the _State_ in which his _Writings_ have been handed down to us.

No Age, perhaps, can produce an Author more various from himself, than Shakespeare has been universally acknowledg’d to be.  The Diversity in Stile, and other Parts of Composition, so obvious in him, is as variously to be accounted for.  His Education, we find, was at best but begun:  and he started early into a Science from the Force of Genius, unequally assisted by acquir’d Improvements.  His Fire, Spirit, and Exuberance of Imagination gave an Impetuosity to his Pen:  His Ideas flow’d from him in a Stream rapid, but not turbulent; copious, but not ever overbearing its Shores.  The Ease and Sweetness of his Temper might not a little contribute