A VISIT TO STRATFORD-ON-AVON.
THE desire to go on pilgrimage, need not be very strong in any man of English blood to take him, if he is in England, to Stratford-on-Avon. My readers may remember that the elegant woman who, while I had the pleasure of being her railway companion, earnestly advised me to read "Kenilworth" also informed me, before she suspected my nationality, that all "Americans" go to Stratford. She meant, of course, all who go to England; in which she was not quite right. To a great many of the "Americans" who do go to England (I am sorry to say to much the greater number of them) that country is a mere patch of the earth's surface over which they must pass to get to Paris. In London they do look in upon the Abbey or the Tower, and, if they are there in the season, delight our minister by sending him demands for invitations to balls and for presentation at court; but beyond this, and perhaps a visit to Brighton, their endeavor to make acquaintance with England rarely goes. But most of the "Americans" who do desire to know something more of England than may be learned by a railway journey from Liverpool to London and from London to Dover visit Stratford; the proportion of these being very much larger, I am sure, than that of the cultivated Britons who render his personal homage to him whose works are our richest common inheritance.