ar the top, the double broad arrow of
the Sidney arms. The smoke from the fire, which was laid on this jolly
dog, ascended and passed out through the center of the roof, which is
high, and of framed oak, and was adorned at the spring of the huge groined
spars with grotesque projecting carved figures, or corbels, which are now
taken down, being considered in danger of falling, and are laid in the
music gallery.

IV

ENGLISH LITERARY SHRINES

STRATFORD-ON-AVON [Footnote: From "The Sketch Book." Published by G.P.
Putnam's Sons.]

BY WASHINGTON IRVING

Thou soft flowing Avon, by thy silver stream
Of things more than mortal sweet Shakespeare would dream;
The fairies by moonlight dance round his green bed,
For hallowed the turf is which pillowed his head.

GARRICK.

I had come to Stratford on a poetical pilgrimage. My first visit was to
the house where Shakespeare was born, and where, according to tradition,
he was brought up to his father's craft of wool-combing. It is a small,
mean-looking edifice of wood and plaster, a true nestling-place of genius,
which seems to delight in hatching its offspring in by-corners. The walls
of its squalid chambers are covered with names and inscriptions in every
language, by pilgrims of all nations, ranks, and conditions, from the
prince to the peasant; and present a striking instance of the spontaneous
and universal homage of mankind to the great poet of nature.

The house is shown by a garrulous old lady, in a frosty red face, lighted
up by a cold blue anxious eye, and garnished with artificial locks of
flaxen hair, curling from under an exceedingly dirty cap. She was
peculiarly assiduous in exhibiting the relics with which this, like all
other celebrated shrines, abounds. There was the shattered stock of the
very matchlock with which Shakespeare shot the deer, on his poaching
exploits. There, too, was his tobacco-box; which proves that he was a
rival smoker of Sir Walter Raleigh; the sword also with which he played
Hamlet; and the identical lantern with which Friar Laurence discovered
Romeo and Juliet at the tomb! There was an ample supply also of
Shakespeare's mulberry-tree, which seems to have as extraordinary powers
of self-multiplication as the wood of the true cross; of which there is
enough extant to build a ship of the line.

The most favorite object of curiosity, however, is Shakespeare's chair. It
stands in the chimney-nook of a small gloomy chamber, just