CHILDHOOD'S HAUNTS REVISITED 253 £>ite of the recent futile attempts to prove that he id not write his own plays, and the unworthy ef-3rt so to rob him of his glory, it is clearly obvious 3 all who do not wish to gain notoriety by trying D fell a giant that Shakespeare is for all climes nd all times. After visiting many of the principal States, was delighted to find myself again in quaint, harming Louisville, Kentucky. Everything goes long so quietly and lazily there that no one seems D change or grow older. Having no rehearsals, I sed my first free time since I had left the city, oon after my debut, to see the places I liked best, lany of my childhood's haunts were visited with ur old nurse " Lou." At the Ursuline Convent, dth its high walls, where music had first cast a ver-;able spell, and made a willing slave of me for life, lost of the nuns looked much the same, though had not seen them in nineteen years. The little dndow of the den where I had first resolved to go pon the stage was as bright and shining as ever; nd I wondered, in passing the old house, whether 3me other young and hopeful creature were dream-ig and toiling there as I had done so many years efore. At the Presentation Academy I found the itticed summer-house (where, as a child, I had re- run of " Hamlet." InLIN. Mr. FULLER MELLISH.