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tain at which of the Hamptons in Warwickshire he resided. There are four places of that name in the county.-Hampton-inArden, Hampton-Curlew, Hampton-Lucy, and Hampton-uponAvon, formerly called Hampton-Bishop, it having, as well as Stratford, belonged to the See of Worcester; it was an hamlet then belonging to the town, so that probably this was the place where he lived. He was a married man; his daughter Elizabeth was baptized at Stratford, on February 14, 1580-4. As eldest son we must suppose that he inherited his father's lands and tenements; had the Poet been older than him, he would have ob tained them, and had that been the case, we should undoubtedly have known it.

2. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, of whom I shall speak in a future page. 3. John Shakespeare, who resided at Stratford; he had two wives, Margaret Roberts, married there Nov. 25, 1584, and buried there October 29, 1587; his second wife's name I have no where seen by the former he had no issue, by the latter he had two sons and a daughter, all baptized at Stratford-1. Humphrey, May 4, 1590; 2. Philip, Sept. 21, 1591; and Ursula, March 11, 1588-9. What became of this brother of the Poet, farther, I cannot learn; he must have left Stratford *.

4. Gilbert Shakespeare, baptized October 13, 1566: dying a young man, he was buried at Stratford, Feb. 8, 1611-12.

5. Richard Shakespeare, baptized March 11, 1573-4, and bus ried at Stratford, Feb. 4, 1612-13.

* Until within these fifty years, there was a Mr. Shakespeare in Warwickshire; he was steward to several gentlemen; he used land himself. The elder Mr. Peyton, who kept the White Lion Inn, in Stratford, married his widow. She was his second wife. She was a gentleman's daughter, and Mr. Peyton had acquired a very considerable fortune. I was very well acquainted with Mrs. Fisher, Mrs. Peyton's sister, the same lady who gave me the curious tobacco-box, with Oliver Cromwell's head upon it, and who gave it to his relation Mr. Neale, as I have noticed in my Crom well Memoirs. This box I have since exhibited to the Society of Antiquaries, in London. Mr. Shakespeare was a person well esteemed; he was very intelligent. Mrs. Fisher told me that he always said he was of the Poet's family, though not descended from him. He had no child. The name of Shakespeare is known still to remain. Several persons of consideration have this surname. John Shakespeare, Esq. Alderman of London, died in 1775. There was one in London a contemporary with Shakespeare, for Edward, son of Edward Shakespeare, base-born, was buried at Cripplegate, St. Giles's, in London, in 1607. There is one memorable peculiarity of the Shakespeares of the Poet's family, they were unsteady in their baptismal names, constantly, taking new ones, of eleven males given above, there were seven different baptismal names.

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6. Edmund Shakespeare, baptized March 3, 1580-1. Of this brother of the Poet I learn nothing more; he probably died at nurse, at school, or when an apprentice.

7. Joan Shakespeare, baptized Sept. 15, 1558. Because there was a younger sister, also called Joan, Steevens foolishly thought that both these Joans were not the Poet's sisters. Why not? the first might die an infant, or in childhood: she might live, and yet she might leave a sister of her own baptismal name; it was no (rare thing for parents to have more children than one of the same Christian name; even three at one and the same time: innumetable proofs there are of this. The Protector, Edward Seymour, Duke of Somerset, had three sons who grew to manhood, all in wedlock, and all of the name of Edward. Joan, we may believe, was the eldest child.

8. Margaret Shakespeare, buried on April 30, 1563, an infant, 9. Joan Shakespeare, baptized April 15, 1569; she married to Hart, of Stratford, and left a family *.

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10. Ann Shakespeare, baptized September 28, 1571, buried April 4, 1579.

Such were the brothers and sisters of the Poet. We know very little of them from the life of Shakespeare. He only mentions his sister Mrs. Hart, and her children, in his will. Perhaps she only survived him, or only wanted, or only deserved his notice. I suppose that he rather assisted to support his parents at last, than they him, and he might have contributed something to his bro thers whilst he lived; I do not think that any one of them outlived him. He might have been kind to the children of his brother John, but of this we are not certain, nor what became of them.

Having thus taken notice of all the relations of the Poet that are to be met with, I shall notice his birth, baptism, burial, marriage, and descendants, giving some remarks upon his early his tory; his life, after his appearing in London, is too well known to dwell upon.

[To be concluded in our next.]

*It is supposed that Mr. Charles Hart the Tragedian, was of the family of Hart, in Stratford-upon-Avon, but if so, I think no way related to Shakespeare. Dying at Stanmore-Magna, in Middlesex, he was buried there August 20, 1683; his will, dated July 10, was proved Sept. 7, in the same year. He gave to his friend, Edward Ky. naston, the actor, one full share of the soil and tenement thereon, called Drury> lane Play-house, the whole being divided into 36 shares, for the remainder of the term of 41 years. There is no memorial of Mr. Hart at Stanmore, in the church or cemetery.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

HORACE IN LONDON.

BOOK I. ODE XI.

Tu ne quæsieris scire (nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi &c.
TO SOPHY.

DEAR girl, from cabalistic lore,
Seek not your fortunes to explore,
Or find your destin'd lover :
Her horoscopes, nor starry skies,
Nor flattering gypsey prophecies,
Can e'er your fate discover.

To Fortune's dreaded power resign'd,
Endure with philosophic mind,
Her favour or her malice:
Unmindful of your future doom,
Qf present life enjoy the bloom,
And quaff from Pleasure's chalice.

To-day the sunny hours dance by,
Dispensing roses as they fly,

O snatch them! for to-morrow,
Assail'd by tempests, drooping, dead,
Perchance their flowers may only shed,
The dewy tears of sorrow.

Time flies-Death threatens to destroy-
The wise condense life's scattered joy
Within a narrow measure:

Then, Sophy, bring the sparkling bowl,
And let us yield the raptur'd soul,
To laughter, love, and pleasure.

H.

Justice.

FRUITS OF STUDYING THE LAW.

A COURTIER hearing his King say,

"I would, but have not time t'oblige ye," Cried, "Lawyers hold, and well they may, Nullum tempus occurrit Regi”.

Prosecutor. "An't please your worship, while I slept,
"He rob'd me of my watch, and crept+"
"Twas sleep that robb'd you of your watch,
"And, if 'twere not, the law can't catch
"The culprit; leges vigilantibus
"Subveniunt, non dormientibus.”

Temple.

A title, which really from purchase arose,

A lawyer describ'd from devise to proceed;
And when rectified, said by that maxim he chose
To abide, which in law took the will for the deed*.
B. F.

TO ROSA.

Colonel Briton..." Methinks the intrigues of the mind are mighty
tedious---the conversation of bodies is far more diverting."

Mistress Centlivre, in the Wonder.

NAY, tell me not, with flatt'ring tongue,

Of wisdom far above me;

Nor tell me that I've sweetly sung,
But tell me that you love me!

Self-knowledge+-psha! I better prize
To know I ne'er shall miss you ;
Much rather than to know I'm wise,
Would know when I may kiss you!

*Voluntas reputatur pro facto.
+ See XXI. p. 185.

CANZONET.

BLOW, Zephyr, blow, and to my love impart
The thousand hopes that agitate my heart!
And, gentle Zephyr, as you pass her by,

Oh! whisper in her ear, that you're a sigh!
And should she ask, whose bloom such sorrow nips?
Then say, 'tis wafted from her lover's lips.

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Flow, river, flow, and to my love impart
The thousand fears that rankle at my heart!
And, gentle river, as she wanders near,
Weep at her feet, and whisper you're a tear !
And should she ask, from whence those tears arise?
Then say they trickle from her lover's eyes.

Yet blooming Zephyr, as you thus impart,
And flowing river, all that pains my heart,
Say, too, that tho' my days are hopes and fears
Say, too, that tho' my nights are sighs and tears-
Were she but mine-oh! then, amid such blisses!
My sighs and tears would change to smiles and kisses.

THE LILLY RIVALLED.

BY WILLIAM HOLLOWAY.

A LILLY of the silent vale,
That flaunted in the summer gale,
All Nature challeng'd, far and nigh,
With her celestial white to vie:
The silver buds, and silken flow'rs,
That

grace the gardens, groves, and bow'rs,
In competition durst not rise,

But hung their heads and clos'd their eyes,
Till Laura cropp'd it, as she stray'd,

And on her snowy bosom laid; .
Then droop'd the proud one in despair,

To find a spotless rival there.

P. G.

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