Mar. Fran. Polon. Hora. Ophe. Cour. FRIDAY, 23rd APRIL. So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.—I. i. 164. come most carefully vpon your houre.-I. i. 6. And how, and who; what meanes; and where they keepe: For foode and diet-I. i. 98. Quarto 1604. Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers: Eye, tongue, sword, Richard L. Ashhurst Laer. King. Ham. Ham. Hor. Ham. Laer. Clo. Hora. Pol. Ham. Hor. Hee may not, as vnuallued persons doe, Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye, BILL OF FAre. Here's the Commission, read it at more leysure :--V. ii. 26. heeere and there, Shark'd vp-I. i. 98. Excellent Ifaith, of the Camelions dish: I eate the Ayre LITTLE NECK CLAMS. your chast Treasure open To his vnmastred importunity.-I. iii. 31. dig'd ;-V. i. 42. harbindgers preceading-I. i. 122. Quarto 1604. And prologue to the Omen comming.—I. i. 123. Quarto 1604. WINE Chablis 1865. Giue first admittance to-II. ii. 51. Soup. Bisque aux Ecrevisses à la Royale. a Crab.-II. ii. 207. away with the shell.-V. ii. 191. WINE: Topaz Sherry. Ior. Queen. Ham. Hor. Rosin. Ham. King. Ham. Polon. Ham. Nay, very pale.-I. ii. 233. look you how pale he glares.—III. ii. 125. draughts of Rhenish.—I. iv. 10. in Russet mantle clad,--I. i. 166. Cucumbers. Radishes. the indifferent Children of the earth.-II. ii. 227. the Parragon of Animals;-II. ii. 321. you must not thinke That we are made of stuffe, so flat, and dull,—IV. vii. 30. WINE: Pommery Sec. presentment of two Brothers :-III. iv. 54. The flash and out-breake-II. i. 33. the Bubbles are out.-V. ii, 202. Petits Pois au naturel. the Infants of the Spring—I. iii. 39. Metternich's Schloss Johannisberger 1862. a delicate and tender Prince, Whose spirit with diuine ambition puft.—IV. iv. 149. Quarto 1604. but no more like Then I too Hercules.-I. ii. 153. in France of the best ranck and station.-I. iii. 73. SORBET à la Lachrymæchristi. Like Niobe, all teares,-I. ii. 149. For this releese much thankes:-'Tis bitter cold.-I. i. 7. Too't againe, Come.--V. i. 56. Pol. Ham. Oph. Ham. Laer. Kin. King. Mar. Ham. Clow. Ophe. Ham. Laer. Ham. Gho. Ophe Guild. Ham. Laer. What, ha's this thing appear'd againe to-night.-I. i. 21. of so sweet breath compos'd, As made the things more rich,—III. i. 98. For you yourselfe Sir, should be old as I am,-II. ii. 206. SALAD. Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue Vnder the Moone,-IV. vii. 144. Sallets in the lines, to make the matter sauoury;-II. ii. 461. I am thy Father's Spirit,-I. v. 9. OMELETTE SOUFFLÉE à la Maraschino. puft,-I. iii. 49. A thing my Lord ? Of nothing: IV. ii. 31. sweet not lasting The suppliance of a minute? No more.-I. iii. 9. Folio 1623. DESSERT. Ice Cream Mont Blanc. Ham. Ophe. as chast as Ice, as pure as Snow,-III. i. 140. WINE: Port 1825. Kin. Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it :-IV. vii. 117. FRUITS. Polon. Ham. shall be the fruite to that great feast.-II. ii. 52. Quarto 1604. as wholesome as sweet.-II. ii. 466. Quarto 1604. VOL. XIV., N.S. 1875. 3 A Lucian. Midnight Weeds—III. ii. 268. I Player. with the whiffe and winde-II. ii. 495. Ham. Ham. All the citations this year are from our Winter's study "Hamlet," and have been verified by the copy of the First Folio 1623 and a copy of the Quarto of 1604 Ashbee's Facsimile in the Library of the Members. PHILADELPHIA One Hundred and Fifty Copies privately printed for THE SHAKSPERE SOCIETY. We have had some excellent quotation tournaments in honour of Shakespeare at " Our Club," at Lunn's, in past times, when Douglas Jerrold, Charles Knight, Peter Cunningham, and Shirley Brooks were of the party; but this year we had not even a meeting-for lack of a chairman. So that we are bound humbly to cap to you gentlemen of Philadelphia, who have been so studying and dallying with the page of Shakespeare during the past winter evenings ; and humbly to wish you many more scholarly feasts, and to pray that they may be all wisely merry, from the "little neck clams " to the '25 Port, and the Limburger cheese. FIN BEC. AN EVENING WITH CAPTAIN BOYTON. BY ARCHIBALD MCNEILL. RARE story-teller is Captain Boyton as he sits spinning the yarn of his life in racy unconventional Yankee idiom. His life is a true romance of exploits and adventures in treasure-hunting, pearl-diving, diamondseeking, Indian-trading, and experiences as a franc-tireur and at Mexican guerilla. Let me relate some of his reminiscences as nearly as possible in his own words, though I cannot reproduce the freshness and the genuineness of manner. First he tells of that adventurous Skibbereen coast-landing which first brought him into conspicuous notice in this country. This I will pass over, as also his own graphic recital of his passage across the Channel the other day; and I will pick such points out of a long evening's chat as will, in a roughly connected form, present something like a view of his history. "In my early childhood," says Captain Boyton, "I was as restless as a turned mud-turtle if I could not be bathing all day. When I was about eight I used to spend a lot of time diving for pavers. Don't you know what pavers are? Flat stones for street mending, worn so by the action of the water. We got thirty cents a hundred for these. I was captain of the gang, and some days we did heaps of diving, and dropped so often to the bottom of the river it seemed. more natural to stay there than go home. 'My first rescue occurred when I was eleven, in 1859. I was at school, and we all went one fine hot afternoon for a bit of splashing. The river was low, and some of the boys waded out a good slice from the shore. Suddenly one of them slipped into deep water. I was standing on a raft moored to the bridge when the others sang out to me. I leaped in, for a big passion to save that boy came sudden on me. I dived down, but couldn't see him, and came up again after looking all round, when I noticed his arms moving in the water a little further down stream. I made a bull's eye this time. I came slick upon what looked like his corpse. He had dropped to the bottom of the water and was huddled up against a big paver. I didn't |