eare
was a real boy,--and we think he was--he was surely describing his own
feelings when he wrote the lines in 'As You Like It' about:

'The whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school,--'"

As they had already walked a good deal that day, Mrs. Pitt found a
carriage, and they drove to Trinity Church and the Shakespeare
Memorial. On the way, the driver pointed out the home of Marie
Corelli, the writer. It is an attractive, square house, which presents
a very gay appearance, with a box of bright flowers on every
window-ledge.

Trinity Church stands close beside the picturesque Avon. The waters
flow gently against the rushes, making a soft music, and the breeze
just stirs the leaves of the tall trees which keep guard over the
graves in the church-yard. One feels something of the peace and quiet
of Stoke Poges, but here the presence,--or, rather, the memory--of the
great Shakespeare hovers over all, and every one hastens inside to see
the tomb.

The church is ancient--in part dating from the twelfth century--and it
contains many interesting monuments, but somehow the whole seems like
one huge memorial to Shakespeare. On the floor, at one side of the
chancel, is the slab which marks the Poet's grave, and which bears the
famous epitaph, said to have been written by himself:

"Good frend; for Jesus' sake forbeare
To digg the dust encloased heare;
Bleste be y{e} man y{e} spares thes stones,
And curst be he y{t} moves my bones."

On the wall above the tomb is the monument,--a bust of Shakespeare, on
which the original colors have recently been restored. Nearby are
buried Anne Hathaway, Shakespeare's wife, his daughter, Susanna Hall,
and her husband, and other members of the family.

For some minutes our party stood quietly looking over the altar-rail
at the grave and its inscription, but finally, the arrival of some
loud-voiced, laughing tourists, who conscientiously made fun of
everything they saw, caused them to turn away.

Mrs. Pitt then called their attention to some of the stained-glass
windows. "Two of them were given by Americans," she said. "This one
here pictures the Seven Ages of Man, which Shakespeare describes in
'As You Like It,' Do you see? Now come to the back of the church and
look at the parish register, which contains the record of the baptism
and burial of Shakespeare. Here it is."

A glass case holds