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There's Fennel for you, and Columbines : there^s Rue 



For you : and here's some for me : we may call it 



Herb of Grace o' Sundays : You may wear your Rue with a 



Difference. There's a Daisy ; I would give you some Violets, 



But they withered all, when my father clied. 



Hamlet, Act IV., So. 5. 



The paper was read amidst interruption from the tramp ! tramp ! tramp ! of 

 the Warwickshire militia returning home, and the usual station noises ; but it was 

 Shakesperean, and thus had to be read on the spot. By the time it was finished, 

 the special carriages appeared for the return journey. This journey, too, was very 

 pleasantly accomplished though a very interesting paper, by the President, on the 

 "Life of Shakespeare," had to be read to the occupants of a single carriage. (We 

 hope, however, that this may be sent to us for publication, that the occupants of 

 the other carriages may be in some measure consoled for their loss). 



The Woolhope Club has thus been able to accomplish a pilgrimage to the 

 birthplace of Shakespeare, which has long been contemplated. He, of all poets, 

 deserves admiration and devotion from the members of Naturalist Field Clubs, 

 for he, of all others, has best described their aim and objects. 



" And this our life, exempt from public haunt, 

 Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 

 Sermons in stones, and good in everything.' 



As You Like It, Act II., Sc. i. 



