ABSTRACT
This chapter presents an extract from “In Warwickshire" published in Galaxy, 24 (1877). Inevitably, of course, the sentimental tourist has a great deal to say to himself about this being Shakespeare’s country—about these densely grassed meadows and parks having been, to his musing eyes, the normal landscape, the green picture of the world. In Shakespeare’s day, doubtless, the coat of nature was far from being so prettily trimmed as it is now; but there is one place, nevertheless, which, as he passes it in the summer twilight, the traveller does his best to believe unaltered. The place stood upon a decent Stratford road, from which it looked unusual enough; but when, after sitting a while in a charming modern drawing- room, one stepped thoughtlessly through an open window upon a verandah, one found that the horizon of the morning call had been wonderfully widened.
