in the Church of Stratford-upon-Avon, where a monument to his memory still exists in good preservation, and a flat grave-stone in front of the monument indicates the Poet's grave. On the stone is inscribed these lines, which tradition ascribes to be his own composition. "Good frend, for Iesvs sake forbeare We close this brief and unsatisfactory memoir of the life of Shakspeare, by the following comprehensive summary of his character, by Hallam the Historian. "The name of Shakspeare is the greatest in our literature. No man ever came near to him in the creative powers of his mind; no man had ever such strength at once, and such variety of imagination." HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. SHAKSPEARE is supposed to have taken the Plot of this Play, from "the History of Hamlet," as it is found narrated in Saxo Grammaticus, the Danish Historian. An English translation of this particular story was published during the Poet's life, entitled "Historie of Hamblet, Prince of Denmark," and from this version, it is conjectured that Shakspeare drew the materials, which have assisted him in this master-piece of tragic composition. As this Play is the most finished and the most popular of our Author's Loductions, we have incorporated into our selections nearly all the prominent scenes. We cannot better introduce the youthful student into a just discrimination of the leading characteristics of Hamlet, than by furnishing the following clear analysis from the pen of Goethe. He says- "It is clear to me that Shakspeare's intention was to exhibit the effects of a great action imposed as a duty upon a mind too feeble for its accomplishment. "In this sense, I find the character consistent throughout. There is an oak planted in a china vase, proper only to receive the most delicate flowers; the roots strike out, and the vessel flies to pieces. A pure, noble, highly moral disposition, but without that energy of soul which constitutes the hero, sinks under a load which it can neither support nor resolve to abandon altogether. All his obligations are sacred to him; but this alone is above his powers. "An impossibility is required at his hands; not an impossibility in itself, but that which is so to him. Observe how he shifts, turns, hesitates, advances, and recedes; how he is continually reminded and reminding himself of his great commission, which he, nevertheless, in the end, seems almost entirely to lose sight of; and this without ever recovering his former tranquillity." PERSONS REPRESENTED. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark. HAMLET, son to the former, and nephew to the present King. POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain. HORATIO, friend to Hamlet. LAERTES, son to Polonius. GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet. OPHELIA, daughter of Polonius. Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave-diggers, Sailors, Mes sengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, ELSINORE. ACT I. SCENE I.-Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle. FRANCISCO on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard ? Ber. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, Not a mouse stirring. The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Fran. I think I hear them-Stand, ho! Who is there? Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. Fran. Give you good night. Who hath reliev'd you ? And liegemen to the Dane. O, farewell, honest soldier: Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; And will not let belief take hold of him, Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. And let us once again assail your ears, What we two nights have seen. Hor. Sit down awhile ; Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. Last night of all, When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one, Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! Enter Ghost. Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Hor. Most like: it harrows me with fear, and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak. Mar. It is offended. Ber. See! it stalks away. Hor. Stay; speak: speak, I charge thee, speak. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. [Exit Ghost Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you of it? Hor. I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated; 'Tis strange. Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this deed hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not; But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Junius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. As, stars with trains of fire shed dews of blood, Disaster's dimm'd the sun; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates, And prologue to the omen coming on,Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climates and countrymen. Re-enter Ghost. But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Speak to me: If thou art privy to thy country's fate, O, speak! Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure from the depths of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death: Speak of it:-stay, and speak. Mar. 'Tis gone! We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence. [Exit Ghost. Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, |