try; Bacon is all contemplation, calmness, and repose; Shakespeare all imagination, wit, and humor; Bacon all logic, science, and sense. "As far as we know," says a writer in Temple Bar, "it would have been as impossible for Lord Bacon to portray character in action as it would have been foreign to Shakespeare's mind to have reasoned from propositions to a logical system." CHAPTER XX. BEN JONSON, BACON, AND SHAKESPEARE. T is well known that Lord Bacon en IT gaged Ben Jonson to turn some of his philosophical writings into Latin, and the great philosopher treated the learned dramatist so well, that the latter ever spoke with respect and esteem of him. I have sometimes thought, what a pity Jonson did not avail himself of his acquaintance with Bacon to introduce his brilliant friend Shakespeare to him, and afterwards give an account of the interview! What a delicious bit of reading that account would be! What editor would not give a thousand dollars for a report of that conversation! I have no doubt each would have richly enjoyed the conversation of the other. But whither am I straying? Very probably some of the Baconians will say that this is how Shakespeare became acquainted with Bacon, and came into the possession of the plays! There is no telling what absurdities they may not commit. Now, if Bacon were really a dramatic author, writing such plays as his admirers suppose he wrote, is it likely that he would never have spoken of his plays, never have counselled about some passage, scene, or character in one of his plays, with the recognized dramatic authority of the day, the "big gun" of the stage, the famous dramatist whom he thus employed and knew familiarly in a literary way? And if he did so, is it likely that Jonson would never have mentioned the fact? If he were the author of the plays attributed to Shakespeare, is it credible that honest Ben would have given Shakespeare the sole and entire credit for them, and eulogized him in the boundless way he did? Is it not monstrous to suppose that this downright, outspoken, fearless man had turned conspirator, and acted such an outrageously false and perfidious rôle as the Baconians imagine? Consider for a moment what Ben Jonson, who was well acquainted with the life and works of Shakespeare, wrote of him: Soul of the age, Th' applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, A little further, to make thee room : And then, after showing how he outshone Lily, Kid, and Marlowe, and though he had "small Latin and less Greek," did far surpass the poets of “insolent Greece or haughty Rome," he continues : Triumph, my Britain! thou hast one to show, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; As they were not of Nature's family. And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza, and our James! Could there be any higher praise? Could there be any fuller or better appreciation of Shakespeare's genius? Could this be written of one who never wrote the plays, Jonson and all the actors of Shakespeare's companies having been duped and deceived by Shakespeare ? Could Jonson so write, if there were a shadow of suspicion that he was not the author of the plays? Then, again: if Jonson, the learned. Greek and Latin scholar, appreciated the self-taught Shakespeare so highly, surely there must have been others. who appreciated him just as highly; and if he were so highly appreciated, even by the learned of his day, how |