Trinity Church by an immense concourse of mourning humanity;
and there, under the north wall of the old cathedral he was buried,
seventeen feet below the surface, and left forever with his earthly glory
and his God.

That very night, as the sun went down, Drayton, Jonson, Burbage and myself
bade farewell to the daughters and personal friends of the Bard, going by
fast mail car to Oxford and London.

It was one of the saddest nights I had ever experienced, for my dearest
friend and lofty teacher would no more humor my lunatic impulses, or guide
me in the even, broad road of universal truth. With his voice and form
forever gone, there was nothing left to me but to wander over the
cheerless, mighty world as a literary pioneer and soldier of fortune,
using my pen and sword wherever Love and Liberty displayed their banners.

In the great literary whirlpool of London life I drowned for a season my
soul-felt sorrow in the enchanting fumes of the wine cup, and its
consequent allurements of variegated, fantastic society.

My destiny of a thousand years of life from birth, looked alternately,
bleak and glorious, yet Fate being my master, and being endowed with an
irrepressible, forgiving, laughing and progressive disposition, I called up
the spirits of the air one midnight hour at the Boar's Head Tavern, and
exacted from them a promise that wherever I wandered over the earth to
witness the rise and fall of men and nations, like bubbles on a stormy sea,
they would strictly obey my command.

_Ariel, Puck and Oberon
Lent me their wings to sail upon
Over the land and stormy sea
To aid the cause of Liberty.
A thousand years from date of birth,
Destined to wander over the earth,
I'll roll with the ages brave and free,
Till I round the capes of eternity!_

I have witnessed the greatest events of the centuries in Europe, Asia and
Africa, and on the spiritual wings of Truth, rapid as the lightning flash,
I have sailed; and fought the battles of the people in every land and
clime, being the compeer and critic of the most illustrious poets,
philosophers, statesmen and warriors for the past three hundred years. I
move forward for the liberty of man!

Before leaving old Albion for my investigating flight of centuries, I was a
painful witness to the decapitation of my great friend, Sir Walter Raleigh,
whose heroic conduct at the block melted the spectators into tears, and
brought down loud maledictions