in a sort of tunic over the left shoulder, hitching on an arm with a
gauntleted hand grasping a sprig of laurel, etc., etc.
No. 3. The Felton Head.--"In the catalogue of the fourth exhibition
and sale by private contract," says Boaden, (page 81),"at the European
Museum, King Street, St. James Square, 1792." this picture was announced
to the public in the following words:
"No. 359--a curious portrait of Shakespeare, painted in 1597."
On the 31st of May, 1792, a Mr. Felton bought it for five guineas, and,
on requiring its credentials, received the following letter:
To Mr. S. Felton, Drayton, Shropshire--Sir: The head of Shakespeare
was purchased out of an old house, known by the sign of "The Boar," in
Eastcheap, London, where Shakespeare and his friends used to resort; and
report says was painted by a player of that time, but whose name I have
not been able to learn.
This letter was signed "J. Wilson," who was the conductor of the
European Museum. This "J. Wilson" appears to have been the original
Barnum. Although Prince Hal and Falstaff are said in the play to have
affected "The Boar's head in Eastcheap," it does not appear, except
from Mr. "J. Wilson," that "Shakespeare and his friends" ever resorted
thither. There was an old inn in Eastcheap, but it was not called "The
Boar's Head." There _was_ an inn by that name, however, in Blackfriars,
near the theater, from which the manager might have borrowed it. Then,
again, Mr. "J. Wilson" seemed to have forgotten the great fire in London
in 1666, which, "in a few hours, {097}in a strong east wind, left the
whole of Eastcheap a mass of smoking ruins, and the wretched inhabitants
could think of saving nothing but their lives." Mr. Wilson subsequently
amended his story so as to read that "it was found between four and five
years ago at a broker's shop at the Minories by a man of fashion, whose
name must be concealed," etc., etc. Mr. Steevens, who scouted the other
pictures as spurious, accepted this picture, for a time, as the original
of the engravings we have called No. 1 and No. 2; but finally, the whole
thing exploded and was forgotten.
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