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Titel: Hints and questions for the use of candidates, lower instruction English
Auteur: Hoog, W. de
Uitgave: Dordrecht: J.P. Revers, 1890 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4878
URL: http://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_200870
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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From the birthplace of Shakespeare a few paces brought me to
his grave. He lies buried in the chancel of the parish church, a
large and venerable pile, mouldering with age, but richly ornamen-
ted. It stands on the banks of the Avon, on an embowered point,
and separated by adjoining gardens from the suburbs of the town.
Its situation is quiet and retired : the river runs murmuring at the
foot of the churchyard, and the elms which grow upon its banks
droop their branches into iis clear bosom. An avenue of limes, the
boughs of which are curiously interlaced, so as to form in summer
an arched way of foliage, leads up from the gate of the yard to the
church porch. The graves are overgrown with grass; the grey
tombstones, some of them nearly sunk into the earth, are half
covered with moss, which has likewise tinted the reverend old buil-
ding. Small birds have built their nests among the cornices and
fissures of the walls, and keep up a continual flutter and chirping;
and rooks are sailing and cawing about its lofty giey spire.
In the course of my rambles I met with the grey headed sexton,
Edmonds, and accompanied him home to get the key of the church.
He had lived in Stratford, man and boy, for eighty years, and see-
med still to consider himself a vigorous man, with the trivial excep-
tion that he had nearly lost the use of his legs for a few years past.
His dwelling was a cottage, looking out upon the Avon and its
bordering meadows; and was a picture of that neatness, order, and
comfort, which pervade the humblest dwellings iu this country.
A low whitewashed room, with a stone floor carefully scrubbed,
served for parlour, kitchen, and hall. Kows of pewter and earthen
dishes glittered along the dresser. On an old oaken table, well
rubbed and polished, lay the family Bible and prayer-book, and the
drawer contained the family library, composed of about half a score
of well-thumbed volumes. An ancient clock, that important article
of cottage furniture, ticked on the opposite side of the room ; with
a bright warming-pan hanging on one side of it, and the old man's
horn-handled Sunday cane on the other. The fireplace, as usual,
was wide and deep enough to admit a gossip knot within its jambs.
In one corner sat the old man's granddaughter sewing—a pretty,