This tragedy is a work of such intellectual magnitude, that every comment, which has
been written upon it, is too well known to be quoted, either for amusement or
instruction; and as the celebrity of a work naturally excites contemplation on its
author; this, one of the most popular among Shakspeare's plays, leads to a
few remarks on the great poet himself.

Though Shakspeare was the son of
an alderman, and lived in the little dull town of Stratford upon Avon, it appears,
he
was never one of its inanimate residents.—He was married at the age of
seventeen; was the father of a family in his minority; and before he arrived at
twenty-two, was compelled to fly his native place, for a trespass on his
neighbour's property, and a libel against the man whom he had wronged. The first
offence, however, did not amount in criminality much beyond the robbing of an
orchard; and his libel came in the shape of a merry ballad.²

But, with all just lenity for the nature of those misdeeds, Shakspeare was idle, in his youth,
to a de-b 2[Page 4]gree of
depravity, by associating with a party of deer stealers, and then lampooning the
owner of the park where he had committed his depredations.

It often happens, that a young man or young woman becomes dissipated, or profligate,
because the persons about them are torpid and gloomy. The worthy alderman, Shakspeare's father, and all
the worthy people of the town of Stratford, were, no doubt, tiresome company to a
youthful genius like the illustrious bard; and, immured with them, and their
stupidity, something more alluring appeared to his awakened fancy, in the adventurous
course of vice, than in the drowsy virtue of a sober citizen. But, escaping from
home, and led by chance, or design, behind the scenes of a London theatre, he found,
amongst the cheerful players, that mirth, enterprize, and probity, could all combine;
and he wanted neither taste nor principles, to recall his beguiled heart from
unwarrantable pursuits, and was, from that time forward, a just observer of every
moral duty.

Though Shakspeare's reception
by the players at the theatre, was merely as a stage attendant, or, at best, as an
inferior actor; certain it is—that to no one spot could he have
applied,—to no one society of men (not excepting the learned societies) where
genius, like his, would have been so admired, so cherished, so improved.³

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After many years of honourable industry, during which time applause never inveigled
him into vanity, nor the satire of envy into malignity, he returned contented to pass
the remainder of his days in that town, which it may be supposed, he once quitted
in
disgust: but he had now seen the world, and he brought back with him choice society
in his remembrances and reflections; and thus became independent of the inhabitants
of the place for his hours of amusement.

Old age did not force Shakspeare
from his busy life, for he was no more than fifty-two when he died; and that event
did not occur till some time after his retirement.

But though in the possession of health and strength when he went to his retreat,
having seen the world, his birthplace became dear to him; which, for want of that
sight, he had, perhaps, still despised.

Various reasons are assigned, and good ones, why little more is known of this revered
poet than the foregoing anecdotes: many other things are reported of him, but
scarcely any that do not admit of controversy: even the order, in which he has
written his plays, is a subject of dispute:—but, happily, the most material
point concerning him, has never admitted of an argument—the high merit of his
compositions.

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