appears, prosperous, and in the great town; sending home money to his
impoverished family--part proprietor of a theater, purchasing freehold
estates in London--a grant of arms for his father--the great house in
his native village for his own homestead; investing in the tithings of
his county, and beginning a chancery suit to recover lands which his
father--in his poverty--had allowed himself to forfeit by foreclosure.
Surely we will not go far astray if we set it down that some pretty hard
work at what this rising lad found to do in London, and learned to do
best, has filled up those unrecorded years! Was all this money made by
writing plays for the Globe, or by working on Bacon's Novum Organum,
or by other literary labor? Was that the hard work William Shakespeare
found to do, and laid up money at, in the interval between his last crop
of wild oats at Stratford, and the condescension of the man of affairs
in London? If it were, it is curious that no rumor or tradition of
it comes from Stratford. Nothing travels quite so fast in rural
neighborhoods as a reputation for "book learning," while the local
worthy, who has actually written a book of his own, is a landmark in his
vicinage. Now, William Shakespeare died one of the richest men--if
not the richest--in all Stratford. It is strange that the gossip
and goodwives, who so loaded themselves with his boyish freaks and
frailties, should never have troubled themselves about his manly
pursuits and accomplishments. The only English compositions he is
credited within Stratford gossip are one {040}or two excessively
conventional epitaphs on Elias James, John a Coombe, and others--the
latter of which is only to be appreciated by a familiarity with
Warwickshire patois. He sprang from a family so illiterate that they
could not write their own name; and, moreover, lived and died utterly
indifferent as to how anybody else wrote it--whether with an "x" or
a "g," a "c" or a "ks." And as he found them, so he left them. For,
although William Shakespeare enjoyed an income of $25,000 (present value
of money) at his death, he never had his own children taught to read and
write, and his daughter Judith signed her mark to her marriage bond.
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