"Warbled his native wood-notes wild" to Queens
And mighty Princes, and was heard and loved;
And love and praise ripened the golden fruit
Of Genius yet unmatch'd.-And how should we
DO SHAKSPEARE truest honour? In his name,
Conjure again the spirits that are fled,
Call home Dramatic Poesy and teach

Th' aspiring Genius of our day to know

A SHAKSPEARE's worth will meet a SHAKSPEARE'S meed!
Forget not where your SHAKSPEARE's fame was earn'd;
Remember who preserv'd his deathless works,

His noblest monument! Had Gothic hands, like his
Who razed the mansion SHAKSPEARE rear'd,*
Been stretch'd against those heavenly volumes,-where
Nature's own voice with most consummate art
Doth speak for Nature! Eloquence divine,
Pour'd from the fount of wisdom, pleads for truth!
An innate knowledge of the human heart

Is shewn, to mend the heart and lead to heaven!-
Had his creations been allowed to die,

Had half the circle of eternity

Which they are destined to, been shut against them;
If like that grosser fabric-the Bright Temble

Where SHAKSPEARE's genius sits enthroned-had fallen
By ignorance and bigotry o'erthrown,-

The world had suffered. Space time in vain

Had yielded up their treasures, to supply

That greater treasure lost.-POOR STRATFORD, thou
Hadst held his honour'd bones, unhonour'd then,

Save in the fleeting records of the day,

And brief remembrance of the actor's fame;
Remember then the STAGE, and let it share
That portion of regard it won from him

Whose memory we honour. The poor players-
Who with devotion to his fame inspired,
And ardent admiration of his works,

With reverend care preserved them to all Time,
And from oblivion saved those brilliant gems
Which he that fashioned them-too great of soul,
And they who witnessed-too poor in wit,

To value at their worth, had doomed to perish,-
Be still remembered, and the modern STAGE
Be honor'd for their sakes. To GARRICK's name
STRATFORD will shout applause, and half the world
Will echo to the shout. This lowly roof

*New Place, the residence &c, of the Bard.

He made the temple of his pilgrimage,
And at the shrine of Genius paid his vows,
Till o'er him fell the mantle of the Bard;

And GARRICK's gratitude with SHAKSPEARE's fame
Is honorably twined. Ye glorious few,
Whom taste and genius inspire to bring
Your annual tribute to the Poet's shrine,
Look round on alter'd STRATFORD, and admire
The mighty" force of Heaven-bred Poesy."
Pursue the Conqueror's course, and see it track'd
With blood, with desolation, sword and fire,
And hear the muttered curses, "deep, not loud,"
That echo to the Hero's name! Observe
The devious paths the Politician treads,

And see where ends the labyrinth of his wiles-
In factious hate, or voluntary death!

Then mark the mere effect of SHAKSPEARE's name;
How from the lowly hamlet STRATFORD grows ́
Beneath his happy influence! See wealth,
And peace and plenty, bless her sons! Behold
How pure the homage flowing from our hearts,
While, as we deem, his mighty spirit now
Regards "and hovers o'er us with his wings!"
Behold the silent image of the Bard,

And let your hearts supply what my weak words
Want fire to speak! Now, while the Muses crown
With classic laurel those immortal brows,-
While I invoke you in the mighty name

Of SHAKSPEARE, to do honour to ST. GEORGE,—
While England's Patron calls on you to greet
Her boast and glory, her Beloved KinG,—
And Saint and Monarch gratulate the Bard!

Let your hearts speak-your voices, Countrymen,—
And tell in thunder to the listening world

With what a burst of joy you hail the names

Of England's MONARCH, SHAKSPEARE, and ST. GEORGE. The address was recited with great dignity and energetic feeling; and, as soon as the reiterated bursts of applause, which followed its delivery, had subsided, the dramatic characters, who had assisted in the interesting ceremony we have attempted to describe, resumed their respective stations. in the Procession, which being marshalled as before, moved successively through the following streets and quarters of the town:-by the Post-office, along the Guild Pits, Johnstreet, Payton-street, Warwick Road, Back Bridge-street, High-street, Chapel-street, Church-street, Old Town to the Church-Gates;

When the cavalcade arrived in the Old Town, within about fifty yards of the Collegiate Church, it again halted, and the following well-known lines,* inscribed on the stone which covers the hallowed remains of the Bard,—

"Good Friend, for Jesus' sake, forbear
"To dig the dust enclosed here;

"Blest be the man that spares these stones,
"And curst be he that moves my bones."-

and set to solemn music by DIGNUM, were very impressively sung by amateur vocalists, within view of the stately edifice, "Whose sacred foot, for many a distant day,

"Has press'd the verge of Avon's wat❜ry way."

The epitaph being sung, the Procession moved onwards through Southern's Lane, along Lower Water-side, Sheepstreet, High-street, Front Bridge-street, Upper Water-side, Sheep-street, Ely-street, and Rother-street, to the Pavilion.

The brilliant Pageant in its progress through the town was every where greeted with the loud hum of applause and satisfaction, and the number of elegantly-dressed and beautiful women who occupied the windows, &c. of the houses in the line of the Procession, added greatly to the splendour of the scene; and many gentlemen not satisfied with so transient a view of the spectacle, quitted their situations and proceeded into the already over-crowded streets. Their fashionable attire and the grotesque appearance of the country folk, in their "holiday-gear," who had flocked from all parts to "see the sight" formed a striking contrast with the gorgeous costume of the representatives of Kings, Queens Princes, Nobles, Warriors, and Statesmen of the "olden time." The waving banners, the costly armour, the splendid cars, the roman eagles, and other gorgeous para phernalia

These singular words, said to have been written by the Poet himself, were probably suggested, as Mr. Malone has remarked, "by an apprehension that 'his' remains might share the same fate with those of the rest of his countrymen, and be added to the immense pile of human bones deposited in the Charnel House, on the north side of the Church."-This gloomy receptacle, we understand, was razed to the ground about 34 years ago.

the continued undulations and momentarily varied positions of the pressing crowd afforded acoup d'œil of great interest and a new source of admiration at every glance.

The various bands of music in the Procession exerted themselves with great effect, and in honour of His Gracious Majesty's patronage, God save the King & Rule Britannia, were played in all the principal streets, amidst the acclamations and accompanying chorus of the thousands assembled.

The actual number of Characters, including the Bearers of the Banners was One Hundred and Twenty;—add to these the eighteen Members composing the Committee of the Shakspearean Club;- the individuals forming the various Bands of Music &c. and the whole may be stated at nearly One Hundred and Eighty Persons! The splendid effect of such an assemblage-most of them gorgeously or fantastically attired, must be seen to be properly appreciated.

The several Characters who composed the Pageant, ably sustained the parts allotted them:

MR. KEAN, jun. appeared as the gallant Champion, St. George, and sat his fine steed with "bearing bold and high!" The armour, of polished steel, and the noble plumes of ostrich feathers had a very imposing effect.

Melpomene was spiritedly represented by Miss HARGRAVE, in her hand were the dagger and mask; her sable dress, pale cheeks, and dishevelled hair, gave ample note that ""brooding melancholy" had marked her for its own.

MISS BAILEY, as the Comic Muse, was equally characteristic; her costume was classically correct, nor lacked she "those wreathed smiles-that wrinkled care derides."

The infirm and choleric Lear,-the hump-backed Tyrant —the jealous Moor-the crafty Ingo-the gallant Hotspur

-the relentless Jew,--the fiery Faulconbridge,—the warlike Harry, the love-sick Antony,--the noble Dane,-the treacherous Macbeth,-and the taming Petruchio, were

equally well pourtrayed. Nor must we omit mention of the gentle Desdemona-the sweet Ophelia-the royal Kate -the voluptuous Cleopatra, -the gentle Portia,-the unhappy Anne,-the Merry Wives, and the submissive Katherine, all of whom admirably seconded the exertions of their companions.

Julius Cæsar found a competent representative in the celebrated Mr. CHARLES WRIGHT; the scarlet toga and the laurel crown, sat easy on him, and he looked as if he came "from conquering to conquer!”

Mr. ROWLAND GREEN admirably sustained the character of Falstaff; his size and manner, his boastful and ludicrous gait, and his leering airs as he chucked the " merry ones" under the chin; were indeed to the life: and we do not recollect a single personification more unceasing in exertion throughout the whole line of the route,—or that met more general approbation.

The prominent character of Edgar, as (Mad Tom) peculiarly adapted when properly performed, for a spectacle of this kind, was, on the Friday most inefficiently personated. On Monday, however, the error was retrieved, and the services of Mr. TIMPERLEY (who appeared in the same character at the first Jubilee) were called into action. We venture to say that a more expressive and finished exhibition did not occur in the whole range of characters; the hurried and uncertain step-the frenzied eye-the vacant stare and all the varied symptoms of "moody madness" were presented with a vivid reality, and the costume, too, wild and fanciful, shewed evident proofs that the minor details of the character had not been neglected. He was ably supported by MISS CHURCHILL, of Stratford, who made a very interesting Cordelia.

Mr. TURNER, as Trinculo, caused considerable mirth; the comic antics and drunken struggles of him and Caliban, were excellent—and must have required a fatiguing degree of exertion-they both however persevered through the long