Last Saturday all loyal Conservatives were seen with primroses. One thing I noticed very particularly; I don't know if the General Omnibus Company make it a sine que non that all their servants shall hold the same political faith as the late vaster of Hughenden, but all day I only saw one conductor without a yeiluie buttonhole. Possibly the beauty of the day and the cheapness of the flowers had something to do with it, but most certainly Inever saw the emblem' so universally adopted in any previous year, and the decoration of the great man's statue in Parliament Square was more elaborate than ever. Owing to the dryness of the season, the spring fowers have been most I-very' this year, especially the primroses, which are unusually fine and plentiful. Poor St. George, for sume reason, is always a neglected Saint. Roses were selling in the streets on Wednesday for the small sum of one penny each, but their vendors found few purchasers. In a space where on Saturday I could have counted quite a hundred people wearing primroses, I saw only one man with arose Shakespeare's Birthday, likewise, falls on the same day as that of our Patron Saint, and the occasion was seized on Wednesday for holding a meeting with the object of erecting some suitable memorial to our greatest poet's memor in this City. Mr. Frederick Harrison presided and Dr. William Martin, at who: instance the meeting was convened, ga an address in which he advocated the erection of an Elizabethian Theatre in London, in which Shakepeare's plays could be performed in Sixteenth Century Style and mimus the elaborate mounting which we have now become accustomed. I cannot think the suggestion will be received with much enthu as surely the bare scenes of hundred' years ago were a matter, not of choice but of necessity. Shal vare's plays, as performed at Her Majesty's under Mr. Tree's most. lavish rule, certainly spell success for him-elf and enjoyment for his audience, but one em hardly imagine the same result if, instead of the gorgeous scenery to which we have Become accustomed, the curtain went up showing a bare room with a notice hoard on one side announcing that "This is a wood," or S01 to that "fect. In yesterday's papers there was an account ut the memorial performance h tock place the night before at Stratford-on-Avon, where Miss Ellen Terry d ge of being present impersonation of Queen Katherine, the first. of the long list of wives of Henry VIII. I could not help being struck by the fact that all the reports Tread not" that "the mounting was less elaborate than usual," or something to that effect, as militating against the best possible success of the piece, and it struck me at once, how would it be if this idea of the Memorial Theatre were carried out Tam afraid the manager would never make a financial success; it would be a case of a copious free list.
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