The Bacon Chronicles: Part I

[Don Barone for Charlotte]

Hi All:

Here is a story about "Charlotte's Web". Written for the younger set originally it has been given new life and meaning by Charlotte. These posts first appeared on a board where sadly only a few of the many posters appreciated what they told us. I have been meaning for some time to collect them and post them in a nice concise storyboard forum so all could read them. The author [Charlotte] has kindly consented to allow the postings here and she has promised me she will finish the story. She suggested the title of the thread: "Wilbur, Our Bacon" while I prefer "The Bacon Chronicles", so I have used both. Please enjoy and feel free to jump in anytime you wish with suggestions and accolades for this amazingly enjoyable version of "Charlotte's Web.

Sincere Best Regards
Don Barone

Francis Bacon and "Charlotte's Web"

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Author: Charlotte Masuda
Date: Feb-03-03 09:16

Part one of God only knows how many parts concerning the Bacon-Shakespeare controversy, and a girl named Fern saving a pig named Wilbur "from an untimely death", until he is sold down the road to Homer Zuckerman, where a spider named Charlotte comes into the picture to think of ways of keeping Wilbur alive by playing a harmless trick on Mr. Zuckerman and the townfolk by weaving words into her web, "because people believe anything they see in print."

E.B. White, the author of "Charlotte's Web" describes his story as "a tale of friendship and salvation, a story of miracles, the miracle of birth and the miracle of death." And Wilbur, "the greatest hog in history" a rather inelegant name for Lord Bacon, when thought of in the common way, desparately wants to live, wants "to lay in the beautiful sun and breath the beautiful air", and make "beautiful noise." Every time he hears someone say that "its only a matter of time before he is killed" to become "smoked bacon", he promply faint.

As I indicated before, I side with the Baconians and Philosophers who agree to say that Lord Bacon and the author of the most sublime literature readily accessable to us, William Shakespeare, are one and the same person. According to Macanley, Lord Bacon possessed " the most exquisitely constructed intellect that has ever been bestowed on any of the children of men."

The formidable poet Shelly acknowledges Lord Bacon as the great poet. He says:

"Poetry is at one the centre and circumference of knowledge, and that to which all science must be referred. A Poet is the author to others of the highest wisdom, pleasure, virtue and glory. Plato was essentially a poet; the truth and splendour of his imagery, and the melody of his language, are the most intense that is possible to conceive. Lord Bacon was a Poet. His language has a sweet and majestic rhythm which satisfies the sense, no less than the superhuman wisdom of his philosophy satisfies the intellect. It is a rain which distends and then bursts the circumference of the readers mind and pours itself forth together with it into the universal elements with which it has perpetual sympathy. The language of Plato is that of an immortal spirit, rather than a man; Lord Bacon is, perhaps, the only writer who, in these particulars, can be compared to him." It is interesting that Shelly compares Lord Bacon with Plato. And so the sons of Sapience know each other.

As luck would have it, yesterday I received a magazine offering college courses by star lecturers of America's top universities. Apropos Shakespeare it says in the article, that he didn't have it easy, that an envious playwright, "whose name has been forgotten", called him "an upstart crow", but "Shakespeare's rival" Ben Jonson, thought him to be a writer "not for an age, but for all time." Ben Jonson may have been a rival to the upstart crow William Shagspur, because it is alleged that he died after a drinking bout with Ben Jonson, but he, Ben Jonson, was an original member of the Bacon/Shakespeare group, and an intimate friend of Lord Bacon. There is also a note about Crackpot's who interprete Shakespeare's work according to "their own obsessions." The article states that to many of us the works of Shakespeare are a closed book, and to this day nobody knows who the lady is he composed his love poems the sonnets for, "which were published without his cooperation; though many suspect they were not delivered to his wife." Lord Bacon dedicated love poems and his work to Pallas Athena the spear shaker, affectionately known as "Athene".

"Thou livest well if one well bid well lives
And thy great genius in being conceiled is revealed."

Sincerely
Charlotte

Stay tuned: ... Much more to come

[Charlotte]

Thanks Don,

Sorry for the typos I hope I corrected them all. I appreciate you thinking so highly of me, but I lost my ego somewhere along the way and just want to learn with everyone, have fun in the process, and most of all I appreciate being able to talk about anything.

Love

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

"Wilbur, Our Bacon" Part 2

Somewhat modified repetitions of my posts on the subject at Ma'at, where, when I was just entering the Golf Stream flowing West, the wind was taken out of my sails by ridiculing the subject itself, which I could not tolerate, a few thought it was good reading if not much else, another few felt that there was something in it.


"Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain"
Midsommer Nights Dream

"Make wonders plain, not plain things wonder"
Bacon, Natural History

"Wonder (which is the seed of knowledge) . . ."
Bacon, Advancement of Learning

"Super mirari coeperunt philosophari (after wondering men begin to philosophise)"
Bacon, Promus notebook.

The Treasure of Lord Bacon

The works of Shakespeare being "a closed book to many of us", the Shakespeare/Bacon controversy, "the explosion of the Shakespeare Illusion", so termed by Lord Palmerstone, (reminding one of "Sir Thomas Palmer's House" in London, and the "name") and "in time the truth (concerning a certain history, ours) shall be revealed."

Allowing for transition time, a minor Phoenix cycle of 500 years has passed since Lord Bacon and "his valiant spear shakers", "the real friends of Wilbur, a completely out of the ordinary pig" in "Charlotte's Web", prepared

"A spreading Tree
Full frought with various fruits most fresh and fair
To make succeeding times most rich and rare."

This Tree is just now beginning to open it's blossoms, ever so carefully with the current revolution in consciousness, the spiritual revolution predicted by the "Celestine Prophecy" some 2000 years ago. Reading in the "book of destiny" of the Hermit, and many other books, who is there who can say that there is no Grand Plan to the evolution, purpose, and destiny of Humanity in place.
If these things sound farfetched it is because they are, as in almost unknown or not recognized.

Concerning this certain history, the Baconian scholar William T. Smedley writes:

"It is hardly conceivable that Bacon should have failed to preserve the materials of such a history. Neither the history nor such materials are known to be in existence. (They are known to exist) Supposing Bacon had prepared one or the other, what cold he have done with it? Hand it to Rawley with instructions to be printed?, with a strong probability, if it were a faithful history, that it would never be published, but that it would be destroyed, he would have never taken such a risk. (Wilbur was constantly worried about being killed)
There would only be one course open to him. To conceile it in some place where it would not likely to be disturbed, in which it may remain in safety, possibly for hundreds of years. And then either in cypher or otherwise by which it may be rediscovered.

It is by no means outside the range of possibility that Bacon that Bacon as early as 1588 had opened a recepticle for books and manuscripts which he desired to go down to posterity, and fearing loss from any cause, he carefully conceiled them, adding to the store from time to time. If he did so, he left a problem to be solved, and arranged a place of concealment so that it could only be found by a solution to the problem."

Mr. Smedley points to an emblem depicting a naked girl (the naked truth) [see below]

with long hair standing on a mountain. With her right hand she is in the process of pulling up a clearly drawn man in Bacon garb. With her left hand she throws a fuzzy drawn man, William Shagspur, down the mountain, his plumed hat falling away, alluding to "the explosion of the Shakespearian Illusion" by Lord Palmerstone.

Another emblem, the title page of the first addition of Lord Bacon's "New Atlantis", " [see below]

that which you call America", shows a winged father time helping a naked girl out of a dark, vaulted cave." The feminine age in one sense, in another the girl or women who helped him, rather, his conceiled treasure out of obscurity by deciphering his coded messages, because on the two top corners is a cornucopia , and the inscription reads: "In time the truth shall be revealed."

Yet another emblem by Cats, shows a girls head "emerging from vaulted confinement", her right hand outstreched with her hand in a receiving mode, over her head the word "Veritas." Beneath the open book the words: Here lies truth who died in 1626, the year of Lord Bacon's death, or withdrawel from public life.

"Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire
Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed
Or waked to ecstacy the living lyre."

Sir Francis Bacon

[Charlotte]

Please Don,

Since a picture is worth a thousand words, would you go to

www.consciousevolution.com/Rennes/baconbookmarks.htm

to "The mystery of Francis Bacon: William Smedley"
scroll all the way down to 94, then to 106, and post 2 of the emblems here, father time, and the girl helping Bacon up the mountain, you'll see which ones.

Thanks

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

"Demand Pork in Cathar Country. It's part of a tradition of good taste. Ironically, the 'Cathar Tradition' was strictly vegetarian."

The apple in the boar's mouth.

The Boar is the heraldic emblem of Lord Bacon, which he inherited from the Bacon's who adopted him. His motto is "Let us, being instructed by divine providence, follow on to better days."

The boar signifies "incarnate truth which is hunted after. The boar is the male, the sau the female, and the pig is the young swine." Wilbur is a "spring pig." In the video "Charlotte's Web", a happy and content pig suckles 8 piglets, the 9th is Wilbur, the runt.

It is said in the Rosicrucian Philosophy that "nine is the root number of our present stage of evolution", which can be linked to 8 went into the Ark of Noah and 9 came out, and according to Fern, the naked girl pulling Bacon up to the mountain top she stands on, as seen on the emblem in the previous post, the 9th was the progenitor of the great Egyptian civilization. Here also can be found the link between the Egyptians and Christianity, mentioned on this board. The great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin "Shakespeare is the greatest creator of living beings. He created an entire humanity." These are but dots on the paper.

In the video "Charlotte's Web", John Arable, the father of Fern, I "fixin" to kill Wilbur, because "runt's are usually trouble." Fern is beside herself, Papa tells her that she has to learn how to control her temper, and a temper she had, but hegives into Fern's pleading to give Wilbur to her to raise. Happy, she cradles him in her arms, looks at him closer and says: "This is Wilbur, he is absolutely perfect." She 'recognizes' him, for she does not say: "I will call him Wilbur."

Papa tells Fern that "one of the hard facts of farm life" is that Wilbur has to "leave his home under the apple tree." He is shown under an apple tree, eating an apple while a little bird is gently nudged out of the nest by its mother. It flies down and plays with a happy Wilbur, lands on his snout and sings "Phoebe, phoe-be."
We are told Lord Bacon is "the shining one."

"The boar signifies "incarnate truth which is to be hunted after. The boar is the male, the sau the female, the swine, when raised for (sacrificial) slaughter, used to be known as a hog, (and "Wilbur is the greatest hog in history" in the video) the earliest form of which can be found in the Welch language as 'hwch, which is derived from the sacred word Hava-Oc, meaning Bride Spirit'. Interestingly, the Welch for pig is beak, which is ethimologically the same as peak, French pig, which means a 'point', 'pike', spear." Francis Bacon is the spear shaker.

The emblem of a boar's head on a platter, sometimes with, and sometimes without an apple in his mouth, the Eden apple of the knowledge of good and evil, is that of Lord Bacon, instructed by "divine providence."

"Honorabily Ordoni Christiani Rosicrucis Filius Initiatus."
Meaning "a twice initiated son of the honorable (or honered) Order of Christian Rosenkreuz."

Shakespeare, you are a man!
The world needs me
Today, but there are very few about.
Could you have guessed your writings were consigned
To pass to such an age when critics scan
Your lines, and argue, yet can never ken
Your thought, but write deep comments on their doubt?
Oh Human Shakespeare -- with your mirror mind,
That knew the world and, knowing it, could span
The whole of it to find such wisdom then,
And think of life, and write of life, without
Disdaining the great laws of humankind --
What commentaries need we, for we can
Reach, when we tire of routine regimen,
Your living characters whose hearts are stout!

It were as well to criticize the wind
As criticize your plays. Since time began,
What's real has entered even in the den
Where fools would flee from it and shut it out.

Man cannot leave reality behind.

Shakespeare, you are a man!
The world needs men
Today, but there are very few about.

The Author, in The Athenaeum.

[Don Barone]

... Interestingly, the Welch for pig is beak, which is ethimologically the same as peak, French pig, which means a 'point', 'pike', spear." Francis Bacon is the spear shaker. ... and maybe obviously the 'shake speare'

DB

[Charlotte]

Hi Don,

This is the idea (Francis Bacon as the spear shaker) being conveyed here. Athena, to whom Bacon dedicated his work is always shown with a spear or lance.

As I pointed out in my post at Ma'at "California the Golden", Athena graces the "Great Seal of the State of California", a bear, which on the seal of 1849 is a boar, her shield decorated with the horned and winged Hermes, by her side. The boar was also on the State Flag painted by William L. Todd, when raised on June 14, 1846, at Sonoma (soma being the drink bestowing immortality) the "Native Californians looking up at it were heard to say 'Coche,' the common name among them for pig or 'shoat.' The esoteric can be seen beneath the exoteric. All this can be denied vehemenetly, the fact is, that it is recorded in word and picture in the archives of the State of California. There was a "Bear Flag Revolt" at the time. It is thought that the original flag "perished in the Great Earthquake and Fire of 1906." Hopefully somebody saved it, and when the time is right it will be found.

Thinking of Aurora's question on "The Da Vinci Code" thread, can I say that "California the Golden" was initiated but is yet unaware of it? I think I have to tell Arnie about this. He is the "pure fool" of politics and just might be open to the idea that California is the Land of Alchemy, and Los Angeles the modern Alexandria. Hollywood and NASA.

"Uncle Sam"

An interesting article about Uncle Sam "who answers to a higher authority", sells kosher hot dogs, and "wants you."

"Historians aren't completely certain how the character 'Uncle Sam' was created, or who (if anyone) he was named after. The prevailing theory is that Uncle Sam was named after Samuel Wilson.

Wilson was born in Arlington, Mass, on September 13, 1766. His childhood was in Mason, New Hamshire. In 1789, he and his brother Ebernezer walked to Troy, New York." Interesting dates, names, and places?

"During the War of 1812, Wilson was in the business of slaughtering and packing meat. He provided large shipments of meat to the US Army, in barrels (maybe pork barrels) that were stamped with the initials 'US.' Supposedly, someone who saw the 'US' stamp suggested -- perhaps as a joke - - that the initials stood for 'Uncle Sam' Wilson. The suggestion that the meat shipment came from 'Uncle Sam' led to the idea that Uncle Sam symbolized the federal government.

Samuel Wilson died in 1854. His 'grave' (meaning a link)is in the Oakwood Cemetary in Troy.

Uncle Sam's traditional appearance, with a white goatee and star-sprangled suit, is an invention of artists and political cartoonists; Samuel Wilson did not look like the modern image of Uncle Sam. For example, Wilson was clean shaven, while Uncle Sam is usually portrayed with a goatee.

Thomas Nast, a prominent 19th century political cartoonist, produced many of the earliest cartoons of Uncle Sam. However, historians and collectors take note: Many of Nast's cartoons may appear to depict Uncle Sam, while in fact they depict Yankee Doodle or 'Brother Jonathan.' It is easy to mistake a Brother Jonathan cartoon for one of Uncle Sam, since both figures wear star-sprangled suits of red, white and blue. As a rule, Brother Jonathan was drawn with a feather in his cap, while Uncle Sam was not; and Uncle Sam is nearly always drawn with a beard, while Brother Jonathon was clean shaven."

Do you have a feeling that the author of this article repeats himself and talks round about to bring home a point?

"Some have suggested that Dan Rice, a 19th century clown, inspired Thomas Nast's Uncle Sam cartoons. Rice's clown costume consisted of a hat and star-sprangled suit, much like the costume worn by Uncle Sam. However, Rice was born in 1823, and did not begin clowning until 1844; and Uncle Sam cartoons appeared as early as 1838. Therefore, it seems unlikely that Rice was, in fact, the inspiration for Nast's cartoons."

This article "suggests" a wonderful conspiracy the author clowns round about., giving all sorts of hints. About that time was what may be called "the second Bacon Rebellion." The "Nathanien Bacon Rebellion" was in 1676.

Charlotte

PS The significance of the article about Uncle Sam, no author is given, will become apparent at the end of "Charlotte's Web."

[Charlotte]

Fern's brother Avary and Henry Fussy

Because of the mention on this board "Demand pork in Cathar Country. It's part of a tradition of good taste", I spun a few threads ahead of time, and have to back up some. It is interesting how spiders ingest their strands if they're not quite right or want to spinn a new web, resolve the material inside, and begin anew, but the minute they're aware of somebody watching them, they stop.

Fern tells Papa that saving Wilbur's life "is a matter of life and death", to kill Wilbur just because he is a runt would be the "most terrible injustice she ever heard of."

Killing a pig would be a matter of life and death for that pig only, and it certainly wouldn't be the most terrible injustice in the world. It means that killing Lord Bacon's work, the not yet found "manuscripts which he desired to go down to posterity" of Smedley, is a matter of life and death for future humanity. Rembering Ben Jonson's words that Shakespeare was a writer "not for an age , but for all time." And why did Alexander Pushkin say: "Shakespeare is the greatest creator of living beings. He created an entire humanity."

One cannot even say that Shakespeare's language "waked to ecstacy the living lyre" in living beings and thereby created an entire humanity, because the greater part of humanity does not read Shakespeare, and knows practically nothing of Francis Bacon.

It is morning. At the Arable farm, the "Family House", the somewhat unruly Avary slides down the banister, walks as if ready to meet whatever the day brings in his own naughty way while adjusting his jacket with a confidently arrogant gesture, takes his place at the breakfast table waiting to be served.

Papa, and Fern holding Wilbur in her arms, walk in. Mama asks her husband if he "gone soft" letting Fern keep the piglet, but Papa wants Fern to learn just how much trouble raising a runt can be.

Avary asks Papa if he could have a pig too, to which Papa replies: "I distribute pigs only to early raisers, and Fern was up before daylight trying to rid the world of injustice." (Fern was up early in the century) Besides, Avary is not the type to care for a "precious pig" like Wilbur. Though Avary "was heavely armed-an air rifle in one hand, a wooden dagger in the other", he was unable to control his own animals. His "frog" jumps out of his shirt, he looks if anybody noticed it, no one did, and he quickly puts it back, but the frog jumps out again and wildly all over the breakfast table, resulting in Wilbur getting splashed with syrup and a pancake landing on his head in a peculiar shape of a hat, the familiar Bacon hat. The camera holds the hat in focus for a second or two.

I didn't understand what the frog meant until I read in one of JohnDM' posts that the frog is the "spirit body" in every human being. It then made sense to me that Avary kept it suppressed subconsciously whenever it wanted to "jump" out. He was heavely armed with an air rifle in one hand, shooting at nothing, and a wooden dagger in the other, wooden daggers kill vampires or ghosts. Papa remarks "it seems to me you have enough trouble controlling your animals", or his animal nature because he denied his spirit body, let alone take care of a preme pig.

During my childhood years, my father always raised a pig for slaughter to have food for the winter. It is the silliest thing that I picked one during these years to care for. I called it Hansi after my father, kept its stall squeaky-clean, sat and talked with it and it grunted back. I stayed away all day when Hansi was killed, but probably eat the bacon anyway after a while.

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

Fern and Wilbur get to know each other.

Wilbur is a runt in the sense that Francis Bacon is "the most underestimated Brit.", his "towering genius" testified too by all who knew him, but not half realized by most scholars who write about him. He abandoned his work "to time and death", as Mr. Smedley, and probably others suspect, anticipating it to be found when the time is right.

Fern was up "before daylight", was born 99 years ago, raised him on a bottle, began to study Bacon's works in prestine ignorance to raise it to maturity, or in her words "help him and his gang out of the grave." After a short while "they were more alive to me than the people around me." She neglected everything, including her family, "died" to this world for some time, went in search of Wilbur, and devoted her life to him.

In the book "Charlotte's Web", E.B. White states that she is "enchanted by Wilbur", and so she was and is. In her own words "I was married to two Bacon's. With Lord Bacon I clicked rationally, and to my Canadian Bacon", her husband, whose "serpent influence I had to get away from, which is easier said than done", I was tied emotionally. I know now that I was destined for this work", because her husband "knew it also and always knew just what books to give me to make the next step until I took flight on my own."

Wilbur doesn't mind at all being splashed with Syrup, he grunts happily and licks it from his lips. Fern takes him outside to give him a bath while singing her love song to him:

"There must be something more to us than you and me,
it must be tangled up somehow with destiny,
I used to think the sum of one and oen is two,
but we add up to more me and you.
When we are close together it's so plain to see,
together we are better than we used to be,
I don't know how to say the things I'm thinking of,
but the something more I"m feeling must be love."

Fern dries Wilbur with a towel, and they play "hide and seek" under the apple tree. Perchance Bacon was hiding and Fern was seeking, or Fern was hiding and Bacon looking for someone to recognize him openly, for they "are tangled up somehow in destiny", and when they are close together it is plain to see that they are better than they used to be. It is a mutual endeavor, "Fern is enchanted by Wilbur" and "Wilbur adores Fern." Can there be such a thing in this world? The apparently "dead" working with the living? That people come to realize that they knew each other way back when? "Recollect and re-accept" their mission?

At this point in the video Wilbur is shown eating an apple, which falls not far from the tree, while above in a branch a little bird is gently nudged out of the nest by its mother. It flies down and Wilbur and the little bird play, and seeing "he shines", the bird sits on his snout and sings "Phoebe, phoe-be." E. B. White calls Wilbur "The Shining One."

Charlotte

[Don Barone]

Keep it coming Charlotte. It is wonderful !

In Love and Light
Don Barone

[Charlotte]

Glad you like it Don, and thanks.

Takes me awhile to get back into it, it being so vast I hardly know how to get it all on "paper." The metal on the cover of the book is interesting "Book OO"

CC

[Charlotte]

Enchanted Fern all fired up when talking about Wilbur.

" . . . these men (Bacon and his gang) nevertheless had a delicious sense of humor! They indulged in all manner of mischievious speculation as to upcoming scholarly foibles, which would result from their ingeniously sublime, literary deviltries and manipulating of time herself. In short, I had fallen for them head over heals.

But what to do about it/ I could have written books on every book or emblem I encountered. But there were already to many books written, and in our time mostly ignored. Though all in all the members of the secret literary Shakespeare conspiracy must have had a wonderful time of it, being able to cooperatively discuss, produce, and speculate, etc. It also became more and more apparent to me that today we desperately need what had been so long obscured and forgotten! Since their 'heavenly deviltries' had me thouroughly bewitched I simply had to find some effective way for helping my friends out of their psychologically and physically-buried predicament. Somehow to me they had become more alive than anyone I knew, and still they could not help themselves.

The English tongue was brought to life by the authors of the Shakespeare-works. The fact that quotations and diverse materials were used, which at the time had not been translated into the English language, presupposes an intimate acquaintance with those foreign languages. Furthermore, a great poet cannot derive his themes from the fables of all countries and peoples, ancient and modern, unless he has sufficient acquaintance with their peculiar mythology. A great philosopher may promulgate a new philosophy, but without thorough understanding of the various systems of thought, he cannot undertake to judge and analyze them. A stabel-boy might have a very refreshing view of court etiquette, but he would hardly be expected to absorb a truly intimate acquaintance with the intricacies and intrigues of rulers and court life. Ingenuity annd imagination may permit a most vivid description of foreign countries, but only by travel and personal contact can idiosyncracies and peculiaritiesof forign peoples, events, localities in strange lands not yet recorded, be minutely described."

She quotes from Mr. Ignatius Donelly's Cryptogram:

"The authors of the Plays, whoever he may have been, was unquestionably a profound scholar and a most laborious student. He had read in their own tongue all the great and some of the obscure writers of antiquity. He was familiar with the language of the principle nations of Europe, his mind had compassed all the learning of his time and of preceding ages; he had poured over the pages of French and Italian novelists; he had read the philosophical utterances of the great thinkers of Greece and of Rome; and he had closely considered the narrations of the explorers, who were just laying bare the secrets of new islands and continents. It has been justly said, that the Plays could not have been written without a library, and cannot be read without one. To their proper elucidation the learning of the whole world is necessary."

To their proper elucidation the learning of the whole world is necessary, and Wilbur is the "greatest hog in history' according to Mr. White.

"Fern praises Wilbur" in Charlotte's web, but in life one could call it a loving and exhilarating rant, in which I join her.

"It must not be forgotten, that this brilliant genius must have been adorned with the mantle of scholarship in his early youth, since the earliest and latest works are marked by a superior degree of scholarly attainment. Is not this question most pregnant of all: How could a human being so singularely gifted, escape the attention of the learned or fail to have a brilliant educational record? Genius, especially genius of almost super-human proportions, floods its light irresistably into its period, unless great pains are taken to obscure it. Indeed herculanian efforts must have been made to hide this luminous sun so completely behind a cloud of secrecy and disguise; to obscure it to the extent that during the greatest literary period this great light was scarcely reflected in any of the works of contemoray authors.

Again assuming the improbability of one man having transcribed the spirit of the nine Muses into English verse; and having succeeded in conceiling the fact of his authorship for reasons unknown, --we scan the Elizabethan period of brilliant intellects. In the starry sky we see but one light that outshines them all; but one man of sufficient genius to be the motive-power behind Shakespearean excellence; but one man, who was a great poet, a great lawyer, a great courtier, a great statesman, one man in whom the spirit of philosophy, science and Religion was incarnate:

SIR FRANCIS BACON - THE GLORY OF HIS NATION

Ben Jonson: To the Royal, ingenious, and all-learned Knight Sir Francis Bacon:

Thy bounty and the beauty of thy wit
Comprised in lists of law and learned arts
Each making thee for great employment fit,
Which now thou hast (though short of thy deserts)
Compells my pen to let fall shining ink
And to bedew the baies that deck thy front;
And to thy health in helicon to drink
As to her Bellamour the Muse is wont;
For thou doest her embosom; and doest use
Her company for sport twixt great affairs.
So utterest law the livelier through thy Muse
And for that all thy notes are sweetest aires.
My Muse thus notes thy worth in every line
with ink which thus she suqars, so to shine.

Much love to all

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

As quoted in my last post, Fern wrote of Francis Bacon in 1936-1939 " . . . on man in whom the spirit of philosophy, science, and Religion was incarnate.

Concerning "the spirit of Religion." From an article written by Mark Anderson, and printed on March 10, 1994 in "Valley Advocate" in Western Massachusetts.

"Graduate student Roger Stritmatter has spens at least five years researching the Shakespeare authorship question, in the process discovering that Edward de Vere's hand-annotated copy of the bible contains more than a hundred verses marked by de Vere that are also recognized by scho;ars today as primary biblical references in Shakespeare's works. In addition, more than a hundred other verses de Vere annotated point towards Shakespearean biblical citations that scholars had previously overlooked."

Stritmatter then goes on to explain via the plays why he thinks de Vere is Shakespeare.

Another paragraph from the article:

"A great deal is known about the life of William Shaksper --as he spelled it. Yet the records we do have from Shaksper's life indicate that he was a businessman and actor who had financial ties to the theater. Nothing more. In a time when the plays and writings of Shakespeare were tremendously popular, and when authors and theater-goers left many references in their writings to the works themselves, not a single person in the age of Shakespeare directly addresses the actual identity of the author.

Within the past year the German, Italian, and British press as well have began to examine Stritmatter's work, and Universal Press Syndicate columnist Joseph Sobran deemed the study 'one of the greatest discoveries in the history of the Shakespeare authorship controversy." But "Caltech Shakespeare Professor Jenijoy La Belle" states "in the "Los Angeles Times in April of 1994" - - "Anyone is a noodle who thinks De Vere wrote the plays traditionally attributed to Shakespeare." No mention is made of who the good Professor thinks the author is, but his name sounds very romantic. Sorry, couldn't help it, they aren't to kind either.

Remembering Ignatuis Doneley's words that the learning of the whole world is necessary to properly elucidate the works of Shakespeare, what are five years of research by a graduate student, comments by a Syndicate columnists, the academics who in turn deride the "Oxfordians (so called for their advocacy of de Vere, the Earl of Oxford)" compared to Fern and Wilbur's joyful play of hide and seek under the apple tree, and their being tangled up in history and destiny. . .

For all my seeking, still I know thee not,
Save as a ghost that hunts me from afar,
A darkened light, a thought within a thought,
A clouded moon or wave-imagined star.
I have had news of thee, heard tell thy graces,
Glimpsed thee at seconds in an alien glass,
Yet come no nearer thee than hints and traces,
The draft of wings and fall of feet that pass,
And sometimes a sweet choiring in the air,
And light at midnight flooding all my cell,
And in the midst, than rarest light more rare,
A trembling like a form invisible.
Alas, how long must self my blindness be?
Thou art not hid; 'tis I who darken thee.

[Charlotte]

Good morning!

The sonnets I quote are not all Shakespeare's. Some, though they exhibit Shakespeare's spirit and style, are from an anonymous poet . . .

At the Arable farm.

Having played hide and seek for a while, Fern puts Wilbur in a baby carriage and takes him for a walk. Wilbur smiles and grunts for he he knew he was in good hands. "Every day was a happy day, and every night was peaceful. Wilbur was what farmers call a 'spring pig', which simply means that he was born in springtime", writes Mr. White. Emphasis on spring pig is made in the book and video, it will come up later again.

Walking down the country road, they come upon the Fussy house and Fern cringes at the distorted sounds coming from the violin of Henry Fussy, who sees Fern and opens the window to talk to her. His mother, broom in hand, fusses about her son talking to Fern, but Henry pays no attention to her. He likes Fern a lot and apologizes for his mothers behavior: "Mother thinks pets are unsanitary", but Fern assures Henry that "Wilbur is clean as a whistle." She sees Henry's upbringing in a seemingly cultured, scientific, and anticeptic invironment and says "you oughta get a dog or something", to get to know his animal mind and nature, and because a little dirt never hurts. It's true, researchers have confirmed this grandmother wisdom a while ago lol.

Fern gives Wilbur to Henry to hold, but Wilbur jumps out of his arms, Mrs. Fussy goes after him with her broom, and Wilbur runs all over the living room to get away from her. He knocks over a pedestal with what looks like a bust of Huxley on it, breaking it into pieces. "Good God", Wilbur says to himself, "the orthos and sceptics live her", and frantically looks for a way out of the Fussy house. Henry steps aside and Wilbur jumps through the window back into the arms of Fern, who takes him home.

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

Six Dollars for Wilbur

Wilbur is two weeks old, in the book five weeks, and can no longer sit at the "family table." Papa orders Fern to take him outside to live in the "dog house." Wilbur feels rejected and looks at Fern with sad eyes, but all she can do is cover him with her comfi blanket, assure him that everything will be alright, and she sings him to sleep with the same love song.

On a branch in the tree next to the dog house an owl sits quietly, watching and sensing into the darkness. Storm clouds are forming and she hoots to alert the farm animals, people are usually to deep in sleep to hear anything, of an impending storm. Wilbur wakes up to lightening and thunder, and scared out of his wits he runs over to the family house, where he scratches frantically at the door.

Mrs. Arable wakes up and rouses her husband to tell him that burglers are at the door. He grabs his rifle, goes downstairs and opens the door. Before he can say a word Wilbur shoots by him causing Papa to loose his footing, and runs upstairs to jump into bed and hide under the blanket with Avary who thinks "it's a ghost." Papa lifts the blanket and Wilbur looks at him with pleading eyes and grunts "please let me stay" but Papa shakes his head and points the finger "out you go." Dejected, he walks down the hall and meets Mama. He stops and grunts for acceptance by her, but she too shakes her head and points him out the door. Wilbur realizes that he is no longer welcome in the family house and goes back to the dog house.

The Arable's had enough of the troublesome Wilbur. Papa tells Fern that she had her fun raising Wilbur, that he is not a baby anymore, and "he's got to go." Mama tells Fern to "call up the Zuckerman's, because "Uncle Homer sometimes raises a pig", and beings the Zuckerman's lived nearby, she could visit Wilbur as often as she liked. Not knowing the worth of Wilbur then, Fern ask Papa how much she should ask for him, and Papa, considering that he was a runt, told her to ask for "six dollars and see what happens."

Francis Bacon, the last of the Tudors.

The "Family House" was the Royal Residence of Queen Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, who put their legitimate son Francis Bacon out to pasture, and sold him, so to speak, to their kin, the Zuckerman's, or Lord and Lady Bacon.

The years around 1550 were stormy years at the court of the "Virgin Queen", a complex women with a kingdom above and below. The Queen was smitten by the charming Robert Dudley, their relationship would be seen today as one of "the women who love bad men." Of course, the word bad does not necessarely mean wicked . . .

"A strange story has been told about Francis Bacon's birth. He was, they say, the natural son of Queen Elizabeth, sired by Robert Dudley, the Earl of Leicester. They met and were secretly married while both were confined in the Tower of London.
After the birth of the baby, he was given to the Queen's Lord Keeper of the Great Seal, Sir Nicholas Bacon to be raised by him and his wife Lady Ann Bacon.
Of course, nobody believes this fable, although Sir Edward Coke, Bacon's lifelong enemy, called him in puplic 'The Queen's Bastard."

"In 1571, twelve years after Elizabeth's accession, Parliment was invoked to make it a penal offence to speak of any other successor to the Crown of England than the 'natural issue' of the Queen.
The popular feeling with regard to Elisabeth's connection with Leicester on that occasion is well expressed by Camden. He says, 'I myself have heard some oftentimes say, that the word was inserted into the act of porpuse by Leicester that he might one day obtrude upon the English some Bastard son od his for the Queen's natural issue'.
It was contended that the term 'natural' distinctly meant a birth out of wedlock, and that 'lawful' was the only proper term to have been used. (From The Greatest of Literary Problems, James Phinney Baxter, 1915.)

The forgoing is from Francis Bacon's Personal Life Story by Alfred Dodd, Rider & Co., 1986

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

The Earl and the Queen

A few notes about Bacon's parents.

It is written that Elizabeth and Robert were married two times, first in the tower, and "on September 12th. 1560 they were married at Lord Pembroke's House." Fern says that they were married by "a visiting Monk", but I forgot if in the tower or at Pembroke House.

Robert Dudley found himself in the tower because "he aided his father, the Duke of Northumberland in an attempt to place Lady Jane Grey on the throne. He was imprisoned for it and sentenced to death, but the sentence was not carried out."

"Princess Elizabeth was committed to the tower under suspicion of treason, allegedly plotting to secure the Throne to the Prodestant succession. Elizabeth Tudor met and fell in love with Robert Dudley in the tower about 1553-4."

From "Arcadia" by Peter Dawkins.

Dudley (b. 1532-d. 1588), "childhood friend, lover and eventually secret husband of Queen Elisabeth was created a Knight of the Garter and appointed the Queen's Master of the Horse and Privy Councillor in 1553. Although he never achieved his dream of becoming puplicly acknowledged as Royal Consort, nevertheless he became the most powerful man of the realm, with enormous riches and privileges heaped upon him by his royal wife and Sovereign of the realm.

Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, was a well educated and intelligent man, besides possessing great vivacity and charm. He was a very attractive man to the ladies, with a strong personality, commanding of others, and with a love of wealth, honour and fame. But he also loved learning and the arts, and spend more of his time and effort in encouraging and supporting the Renaissance movement in England than is generally realized. By the time Francis came back to England and entered the house of his natural father, the mansion had become a well-known centre for poets, artists, scholars and 'intelligensia' of many kinds, whom Leicester patronised."

Queen Elizabeth I, one could say, did the best she could given the circumstances of the time she ruled England. Fern has good to say about her, but also calls her "a regular murderess, and she was . . ." going into the esoteric.

Elizabeth said that she would "spend her life for the good of the people", that she was "married to the State", and that "a marble stone should declare that a queen reigned at such time, and lived and died a virgin."

"And Elizabeth's real reason for posing as the Virgin Queen,--announcing at the very beginning of her reign that no Tudor should follow her upon the throne,--may well have been the union of England and Scotland under one scepter; and this grand concept, carried to fruition through the sacrifice of her husband, her son, and who shall say how much of her own heart, is perhaps in its unselfishness the one bright spot in the whole ghastly tragedy."

Willard Parker, President Bacon Society of America (1924)

Seen in this context, and the more to it, the Queen embodied the "Eternal Feminine Gloriana", "She-Who-Must-Be-Obayed." Or not.

For this reason also, methinks, Frans Floris painted her in rather simple garb as "Diana" with bow and arrow, her head adorned by a crescent moon, the ringed index finger of her right hand touching the nipple of her right breast, a right nourishing Queen.

F. Delaram made an engraving from a drawing by Nicholas Hilliard, depicting a somber Elizabeth as "Astraea", the Heavenly Queen, in full royal attire, underneath the words:

" Lo here her Type, who was of last, the Propp of Belgia, Star of France: (symbols I can't read) Spaines Foyle Faith's Shield, and Queen of STATE, of Arms and Learning, Fate, and Charm.
In briefe; a women , nere was seen, so greate a Prince'es; so great a Queene."

Pertaining to this drawing, Peter Dawkins writes: ". . . Britain performing its occult role openly, as the virgin heart of the world - a role personified in the English Queen. For only when the Wise Virgin, Astarea, comes again on earth, and Saturn rules once more, will there be another Golden Age."

This then touches on Fern's version.

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

Making a "short" case for Wilbur

On my way to work the other day, I half heard something interesting: ". . . composed this piece for string quartet, the mask, for Francis Bacon."

In a little booklet "Is Shakespeare Dead?", published in 1909, Mark Twain writes:

"You can trace the life-histories of the whole of them (the world's celebrities) save one, (Shagspur, reflected in the character Falstaff, the false staff) far and away the most collossal prodigy of the entire accumilation--Shakespeare. About him you can find out nothing. Not of even the slightest importance. Nothing worth the trouble of stowing away in your memory. Nothing that even remotely indicates that he was ever anything more than a distinctly common place person; an actor of inferior grade, a small trader in a small village that never regarded him as a person of consequence, and had forgotten him before he was fairly cold in the grave. We can go to the records and find out the life-history of any renowned race-horse of modern times, but not Shakespeare! There are many reasons why and they have been furnished in cartloads by those troglodytes, but there is one that is worth all the rest of the reasons put together, and it is abundantly sufficient all by itself. HE HAS NO HISTORY TO RECORD. There is no getting away from that deadly fact, and no sane way has yet been discovered of getting around its formidable significance; its quite plain significance to any but those thugs---I do not use the term kindly---is, that Shakespeare had no prominence when he lived and none until he had been dead for two or three generations. The plays enjoyed fame from the beginning."


Fern:

"In scholarly circles a 'Blitzkrieg' (she is German too) of opinions versa discovered facts, was launched with all hits on the side of the Baconians, especially due to the valiant efforts of Delia Bacon, who sacrificed her life and ended up in apparent failure; Mr. Ignatius Donnely who discovered the great cryptogram; Mrs. Wells Gallup, the discoverer of the bilateral cypher; William Stone Booth, the discoverer of the anagrammatic method; Sir Edwin Durning Lawrence, who proved the Shakespeare portrait to be a mask. Many others discovered numerical cyphers, clock-dail cyphers, etc., in the apparent text of plays. The fact was established beyond doubt that the text of the plays as it appears is but a cover which conceales the true and intended content; it is the body, harbouring a luminous soul. The very need for such a cover, such a body, represents a necessity which gave birth to endeavor yielding the greatest literary attainment of all times."

Willard Parker, President of the Bacon Society of America, (1924) having translated the book "Francis Bacon - - Last of the Tudors" by Madame Deventer into English, writes in his "Translatator's Preface"

"The first critic of modern times to attack the Shakespeare myth was A.W. von Schlegel in 1808.

Coleridge folloed in 1811, Byron in 1821, and Disraeli 1837.

Emerson voiced his discontent at the incongruity of fact and verse in 1842.

Gfroerrer of Stuttgart was frankly sceptical in 1843.

But no substitute author seems to have been seriously suggested till Delia Bacon raised the standard of revolt in 1852." According to Fern, at this time "a regular Bacon Rebellion" took place, as I mentioned before.

"Since this date", Mr. Parker writes, "thinker after thinker has declared in favor of the Bacon authorship, and discovery after discovery has been brought forward, all tending, in the words of Lord Palmerstone, toward the 'explosion of the Shakespearean illusion", until now it is fair to say that half, or at least a very strong and scholarly minority of real readers and thinkers have adopted the Baconian belief.

But of all the great literary critics and students whose efforts have shed light upon this question of the Shakespeare Authorship, scarce one had deeply penetrated the historical mystery of Francis Bacon's lineage and birth, until the research on these lines was taken up by Madam Deventer von Kunow in the work which it has been my great privilege to put into English and which is now offered to the American reader.

The endless and indefatigable patience with which she has delved in the musty archives of the past--those of England, in Spain and in Italy--justly entitles her to a place in the front rank of fearless historical investigators.

The fact of Francis Bacon's parentage--the legitimate son of Queen Elizabeth and therefore the legal heir to the throne--is indubitable, supported as it is by a mass of circumstantial evidence, but by such direct testimony as Leicester's letter to Philip of Spain, which Madame Deventer discovered among the Spanish State Archives, begging Philip to use his influence with Elizabeth to secure his public acknowledgment as Prince Consort.

No one with an open mind, or with the slightest cranny therein through which 'revealing day can peep', can possibly follow Madame Deventer's revelations and remain unconvinced.

Her study of the Plays in relation to the their dates of presentation and publication is exhaustive and replete with valuable information. So important does the translator deem this feature of her book that he here subjoins a tabulated list of the Plays with the dates applying, in the belief that many students, as to him, it will prove a most useful work of reference."

The Life of Bacon in the Plays.

"Her analysis of the motives of each Play, studied with such care from the stndpoint of the personality of Francis Bacon Tudor Shakespeare brings out new meanings, oft-times of tremendous import which we are surprised to find burried just out of sight, where we have rambled over them a score of times."

Madame Deventer herself writes:

"Short though the Title of this book, the question therein implied--'Who was Francis Bacon?'--is of vast import.

It embraces the descent, life and works of this man.

An unpublished letter from Francis bacon was the first cause and occasion of my Bacon-investigation. This letter is in itself of no general interest, as it refers only to a private affair of the recipient, but from this letter it is plainly evident that the correspondent must have been entrusted with the secrets of Francis Bacon's private life."

And in the following words, Madam Deventer shows how profound her understanding of Bacon is. She writes:

"Here (in the correspondence) occurred a lightly mentioned and veiled observation concerning the fateful burden resting upon Francis Bacon, of which the recipient was obviously aware. What was that experience which the young barrister, Francis Bacon, had passed through? That was to me, henceforward, the all-absorbing question.

From the histories I had learned as his 'Fate' only his fall from the Chancellorship. This, however, had occurred much later than the letter referred to, which had been written in the ninth decade of the Sixteenth Century, between 1580 and 1590.

When I first devoted myself to the study of Francis Bacon's Life and Works, his literary and philosophical productions, and especially his letters, I did not suspect the crushing life-tragedy which was to be finally unfolded before me."

But with greater clearness, from under the rubbish of years of false historical tradition, there then arose before me the true personality in the names:

Francis Tudor Bacon, Baron Verulam,

Viscount St. Alban,--Shakespeare.

as one in its tremendous unity.

It is therefore my purpose in this study through the application of known of and admitted proof, and the aid of new evidence which I have discovered, to add what I may to the painstaking labors of other investigators, who have preceded me in this field.

In this spirit I commend the work to the friendly offices of my readers."

A. Deventer Von Kunow.
Weimar, Thuringen, Germany, 1921.


From my friend from down under, Simon Miles the "Merchant of Light"

Launcelot: "This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs, if we grow all the pork eaters we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals of money."

The Merchant of Venice.

He quotes the Oxford dictionary: rasher. Late 16th, century (Origins unknown) A thin slice of Bacon or Ham.

"When shall we laugh? Say, when?

Charlotte

[JohnDMiller]

Phew! I have not, to my shame, read tany of the above million words, but I will take time out so to do.

And then I can answer sensibly.

Thanks indeed

JohnDM

[Charlotte]

Sonnets for JohnDM,

Francis Tudor, the "concealed poet" whose "hands the rod of empire may have swayed", remarked: "I thought myself born to be of advantage to mankind."

"The Great Inheritance which on the riviving of his memory and the knowledge of his true nameis, according to his Will and Testament, to be awaited by:

"Foreign Nations and the next ages."

Well I saw Hamlet in Egypt on TV recently, though I don't think many Egyptians watched, and read that the Plays are performed in iirk Pakistan, that the people complained about not being able to understand the language, and asked if there could be made an easier translation. How high is Shakespeare? What does it take to reach his mind beside an almost perfect understanding of the very language he fashioned for Apollo's Lyre? He "made a humanity" and that humanity must gradually come up to where he lives.

The Age to come would say: this poet lies
such heavenly touches never touched earthly faces.
So should my papers, yellowed with their age
be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue;
But were some child of mine alive that time
You should live twice in it and in my rhyme.

Sonnet No. 17

"My work is proud" says Francis Bacon

Let those who are in favor with their stars
Of public honor and proud titles boast
While I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlooked for joy in that I honor most:
Great Prince's favorites their fair leaves spread
But Marygold at the sun's eye
And in themselves their pride lies buried
For at a frown they and their glory die
The painful warrior famosed for his worth
After a thousand victories once foiled
Is from the book of honor raised quite
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
Then happy I that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove or be removed.

Sonnet No. 25

No, never will be forgot for which he toiled.

Deeper than did ever plumet sound
I'll drown my book.
Crowns thrown from thrones to tombs
Detombed arise, to match thy Muse
With a monarchic theme.

Charlotte

[JohnDMiller]

One can for in love with written words and so love could blossom with the writer.

Thanks
JohnDM

PS

I still have to set aside time for the great read above me.

[Charlotte]

Hello again,

Who is there who, after entering and living for a while in the "barn cellar" at the Zuckerman's, could not be in love with the written words of Francis Bacon? The whole world belongs to Wilbur, but it takes many years of sitting with Fern "quietly during long afternoons, thinking and listening and watching Wilbur" according to Mr. White.

At the Arable Farm, the day has come when "Wilbur was taken from his home under the apple tree and went to live in a manure pile in the cellar of Zuckerman's barn." In the book "Charlotte's Web", Wilbur is five weeks old, "his appetite had increased; he was beginning to eat scraps of food in addition to milk", and Papa was no longer willing to provide for him.

By the age of five, Francis was already "Pregnant of Wit", told the Queen that he was "two years older than her Majesty's happy reign", and though the "Queen delighted in his knowledge", and she and the Earl visited him often at the Zuckerman's, "the Queen never openly acknowledged Francis as her son, but he became entirely a Pensioner on the Queens bounty."

Papa tells Fern that "he had already sold Wilbur's ten brothers and sisters." In the video, there are eight piglets, the ninth being Wilbur the runt.

Sir Nicholas Bacon, the foster father of Francis, had six children, three son and three daughters, from a previous marriage, Anthony Bacon, his and Lady Anne's son, another child still-born to the Bacon's, the Earl of Essex, the second child born to the Queen and the Earl of Leicester, Francis' full brother, make nine brothers and sisters of Wilbur, he the tenth.

The day Wilbur is sold down the road to the Zuckerman's is a sad day in Fern's life, but because "Uncle Homer's" farm is nearby, "you can walk down the road and visit him as often as you like", Mama consoles Fern. "THE BARN was very large. It was very old", writes E.B. White, the barn in capital letters. The barn smelled of many things. "But mostly" it smelled of hey, for there was always hey in the great loft up overhead. And there was always hey being pitched down to the cows and the horses and the sheep."

The home of Nicholas and Lady Anne Bacon, Gray's Inn, was a House of Learning, the Bacon's themselves always pitching down hey from lofty reagons to the students, and the herd. Lady Bacon's family, "the Cook Family, were connected with Stratford, being large landowners." And so THE BARN was very large and old.

The "Family House" of Wilbur is Yorks Place or Whitehall Palace. The date of Lord Bacon's birth is as uncertain as his death. Dr. Rawley, his chaplain and personal friend, gives the birth date of January 22nd 1660. He says:

"Francis Bacon, the glory of his Age and Nation, the Adorner and Ornament of Learning, was born in York-House or York-Place in the Strand. (Near Watergate)"

Charlotte

[Don Barone]

Amazing as always Charlotte, simply amazing !

You really should copyright this.

In Love and The Light
Donnie

[Charlotte]

Hi Don and all,

I'll print it all out when I'm finished and send it to a few publishers who will probably if not, and it would be "hugely successful", we can all meet by the Sphinx. Mind you, I am writing things which are known publicly already, only "bits" of Bacon of what Fern told me, and thoughts of mine occasioned by all sorts of other information, past and present, which form a pattern.

I just skimmed over what I said already so as not to repeat myself to often, (though that never hurts, I sometimes have to read and hear something several times before it actually registers) and found to my surprise a ;D face instead of D. "How could I hit the ;D instead of a D" I asked myself, tried to edit but it wouldn't go away. Then I saw some more ;D and your post and a light went on.

Anyway, thanks for the encouragement, sometimes I feel I'm talking to myself, which is ok too.


Francis Bacon all around us

Concerning Alfred Dodd, who wrote "Francis Bacon's Personal Life-Story"

"Alfred Dodd was a twentieth century Englishman and Mason who wrote perhaps the finest biography of Francis Bacon. His peers have said that 'Alfred Dodd, a merchant of light, reasoned within himself the little-known and less understood facts concerning the life, character, and work of Francis Bacon; and judged it to be for the benefit of humanity and the after ages that men should become acquainted with his thoughts that had revolved for many years around our noblest Englishman, the Prince of Poets, the most illustrious philosopher, the wisest of ethical teachers, the greatest genius ever born to the human race -- the true-born son of our most puissant sovereign, Elizabeth Tudor."

Lord Bacon: "He was born for England, to set the land he loved on new lines, 'to be a Servant to Posterity,' to quote his own words. And the revelation of his stupendous labours, overlooked by his compatriot, is long overdue.

Deny him as you will, we cannot cast him out. His mind has passed into our minds, his soul into our soul. We are part of him. We absorb his thoughts in the secret Lodge, on the Stage, in our laboratories, in the Halls of Learning, in quotations daily in the public Press and in our private studies -- as inseparable as the salt from the sea. If he be a rogue or cheat, then it is most true that we have taken a rogue and a cheat to be our Exemplar. But Ben Jonson said that Francis Bacon was the embodiment of Virtue; and I think it is wiser to abide by his testimony -- the verdict of a man who knew him personally -- than to accept the opinions of critics who never knew him, who only see through the haze of the Age and who may thus be confused by the Time-Mists of the Centuries and mistake Shadow for Reality.

At all events let us as Englishmen before the Law, assume that he is innocent, for never yet, I can assure you, has he been proved to be unequivocally guilty of any wrongdoing. Consider the facts and then decide . . . and such jurors we wish him."

From the preface to the book. FB33

And to think, as someone stated previously elsewhere, that Francis Bacon "was a boring writer."

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

Wilbur and Lady Anne Bacon

Rejected and dejected, Wilbur sits by the doorway of the barn at the Zuckerman's, his new home. He is sad because he misses Fern, and apprehensive because he doesn't know what will happen to him in the future.

"Sorry Sonny sorry", a voice brings him out of his stupor.
"I'm sitting sitting sitting on my eggs, but if you like to come over here and talk, you're welcome welcome welcome." Wilbur turns and sees a goose whom he eyes over suspiciously.

"Can't you talk?" asks the goose.

"nn--nn" grunts Wilbur. Hope you hear a grunt.

"You probably-obably could if you tried, try try try."

Wilbur tries to turn his grunting into pronouncing his name but has his doubt's about it.

"Oh you can do better than that" the goose encourages him. He makes a few hopeful "you think so" grunts and tries , he happily calls out his name at the third try. He "learns quickly."

"There there there, you speak very well" the goose commends him, and so does she, speak distincly and authoritatively.

Lady Anne Bacon, daughter of Sir Anthony Cooke, second wife of Sir Nicholas Bacon, and foster-mother to Francis, "was a perfect housewife as well as being a very clever women. She had been the tudor to young King Edward. She had a strong character and her accomplishments were many and varied. She was familiar with classical languages. In her private petters she quoted Latin freely. She was an author and translator.

She was a deeply religious women. The day started with family prayers and ended with stories of Classical Adventures, Morality Tales, and the Ancient Myths. She died in 1610, over eighty and had been for years under the care of Francis Bacon. Her goodness to him from childhood cannot be overestimated. Her intellect and life were reflected in him in a variety of ways. She was throughout life his staunch friend and ally. She spent her money to assist him in his literary enterprises. She maintained the Queen's Secret and acted the foster-mother with tact and discretion. She was the Head Lady-in-Waiting to Queen Elizabeth when Francis was born."
From Francis Bacon Personal Life-Story by Alfred Dodd

And remember she layed the "ancient egg" in "Charlotte's Web."

Realizing he can talk, Wilbur is beside himself with joy. He takes a deep, happy breath, if there is such a thing, prances up and down, walks over to the goose, and with love he sings to her:

"I can talk, I can talk, I can actually factually talk.

He sort of rises up the fence into a pure white orb, and bends his head down to the goose who is pleased and as happy as he, and continues singing:

"Isn't it great how I articulate,
Isn't it grand that you can understand.
I don't grunt, I don't oink,
I don't even squeak or squak,
when I wanna say-a-something I can open up and talk.
I pop with pers'petacity
I'm loaded with vow'lclassity
my vocalized veracity is tops.
semantic'ly each 'nbed'ames
my verbalized epitomes
my flattery of pattern never stops. (Ben Jonson's line)
It's wonderful and mystical
I'm hardly egostical because of my linguistical aplump.
And speaking quite pragmatic'ly
my self-esteem emphatic'ly
dramatic'ly improved since I was dumbed."

Smiling mischievously, he walks backwards, his butt right into the camera . . . for the dumping.

"Francis Bacon never missed an opportunity for a jest."

Waked by Wilbur's linguistical speak-ability, all the animals (minds) in the barnyard either lift their heads, open wide their eyes, astounded to hear Shakespeare in the fine coming from a pig for the children of the world.

Wilbur can't stop his enthusiasm about his speak-abilty just yet:

"Isn't it great that I articulate,
isn't it grand that you can understand,
I don't eek I don't awk
I don't even squeak or squake,
when I wanna say-a-something
I can open up and talk,
I can talk I can talk . . . "

Annoyed at Wilbur's happy outburst, the old sheep of
the barn tells him "to keep it down", but Wilbur raises up his body, smiles with a twinkle out of the TV at his audience as in "not a chance eh folks", and taunt's the old sheep: "I CAN TAAALK . . ."

"Now", says the goose to him, "aren't you glad glad glad?" "No" says Wilbur, "I'm sad sad sad, I miss Fern, and sinks back into his sadness. He is roused by a voice calling: "Uuui, pig pig pig pig, here pig. Lurvy, the hired hand at Zuckerman's comes to slop Wilbur, but Wilbur refuses the food, "he wants love."

Lurvy tells Homer Zuckerman that "something is wrong with that new pig, he won't eat his slops." That doesn't worry Homer, "he probably needs a spring tonic, give him a couple of spoons full of s'sulfur-molasses." Here are the words tonic and sulfur. Bacon wrote "On making Gold."

Wilbur sees Lurvy approaching with a mixture and backs up grunting "nn--nn", but Lurvy forces the stuff down his throat, he swallows hard, gets week in all four knees and faints. "Hey, this pig is a fainter" Lurvy calls out, and dumps a pail full of water on Wilbur to revive him. Lurvy pats him on the back and tells him "you're some pig Wilbur", and the goose reminds him that he has "a good home home here, better eat", but Wilbur ignores the food and lays down and cries. He wants friens and love.

By the time Francis Bacon returned from France he knew who his parents were. He was forbidden at court, had no moneys, and was to study common law at Gray's Inn, the residence of the Bacon's. He was deeply hurt by the Queen's hand over him and complained:

"I do not understand how anyone well of or friended should be put to the study of common law (the slop) instead of of studies of greater delight." And in the records of Gray's Inn is an entry in Burleigh's handwriting, stating that Francis, "he declined to take his meal with the Law students."

Meanwhile at the barnyard, Wilbur is ever ready to get up again and enjoy life. He asks Templeton to play with him, but Templeton is always bussy pigging out I almost said. He hardly knows the meaning of how "to be merry." The goose, who he also asks, becomes indignant at such a request, she is "no flibbedy-ibeddy jibbed", she has better things to do like hatching gooslings.

Wilbur walks over to the sheep pen to see if the little lamb would play with him, but Papa sheep, of pure academic learning and superior intellect, rolls his eyes and tilts his heavenward as if the air were his witness, tells his offspring: "Certaily not. In the first place, you cant get out of yout pen" or box (rejoyce alteros, E.B. White is on our side box) and in the second place" Papa sheep sniffs in an extra breath of blaséness, which our very own Dr. Dr. Lehner does so elegantly also, "sheep do not play with pigs."

"Why nooot?" Wilbur wants to know.

"Huh, it's a matter of status. Sheep for instance, are highly regarded by Mr. Zuckerman because of their good quality wool", which, no matter how often pulled over the eyes of the herd, is wiped from the face by many amimals in the barnyard, the world, because they heard Wilbur's song, and a thing once heard cannot be "disregarded" as any judge knows.

"On the other hand", the resident sheep scares Wilbur, "with pigs it's just a matter of time."

"Time to what?" Wilbur feels weakness in his knees again.

"Til you're fat enough to kill, oh, everybody knows it, in the fall you will be turned into smoked bacon and ham, just as soon as cold weather sets in, they'll kill you."

"Ohhhh . . ." Wilbur faints again.

Francis Bacon had fainting spells.

The goose calls Templeton to "do something-amthing about Wilbur pleeease", Templeton comes and bits Wilburs tail, who jumps up and asks the goose if this aweful thing the sheep said is true. "It's true, it's a dirty-irty trick, but it's true"mother goose says gently.

Terrified, Wilbur runs and throws himself on his manure pile, he doesn't want to die, "I want to breath a beautiful air and lay in the beautiful sun, he says with a hopeful voice and dreamy eyes. Disgusted, the old sheep remarks "you're certainly making a beautiful noise."

Wilbur cries, pounding the floor with his front legs: "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die", tears stream down his face and he sobs uncontrollably.

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

A Bacon Fanatic

"A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject."

Winston Churchill

With a good argument by a few people who I realize are better informed than I am, I can be persuaded to change my mind.

Dangerous though it is to my sanity, I see Bacon and Shakespeare everywhere. Moreover, I religiously make two salads, my world famous patato and Kraut salad, the two times a year, Thanksgiving and Christmas, I cook lol. When the salads taste just right, I add to both a few tablespoons of the very fat gravy from the pork roast, I don't count calories so they don't matter, and bacon-bits to give it that extra special flavor according to an old German tradition of making these salads. Before the salads go to the diner table in my best china, from Bavaria, I top them off with a tomato in the form of a crown which I nestle in chives pretending to be grass from Arabia, because of the dream I had. So I can say that I even eat Bacon, and my children too, because when they say "it looks nice Mutti", I say "thanks, it has to do with Shakespeare, which words are followed by a momentary silence, a significant look between the three of them, and a by at least one of them with the words "let's eat, it smells so good and I'm really hungry." Diplomats that they are.

Having mentioned the contradictory statement of the Cathars being vegetariens, though this is disputed by some, on one hand, and the recommendation to eat pork in Cathar country because it is part of a good tradition, I thought I cite a similar statement I came across the other day, namely, that the Cistercians were also vegetarians, but kept pigs by the thousands. So what is one to make of this? All sorts of things crossed my mind, including some of what I read in the "Voynich Manuscript" about "pig latin", and I came to the conclusion tha the famous axiom "no pigs--no Latin" has merit, as they say.

Wilbur in "Charlotte's Web" is "the greatest hog in history", though you woldn't know it by the way he behaves, screaming and crying all the time about not wanting to die, and by his child-like, sweet, and innocent nature.

A few thoughts on the magnitude of the Elizabethen era, the Tudor's and the Dudley's.

The "High Kings", so called because of "the ancient initiate knowledge", of Britain, the Tudors, are said to be descendents of King Arthur, "with a direct link to Joseph of Arimathea", and beyond that trace their liniage to the Celts to Hugo the Mighty, the Brit or Brut.

The Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley, was the father of Francis Bacon.

From "ARCADIA" by Peter Dawkins

"The Dudley's were a power to be reconed with with in Todor England, for reasons that are not all generally known or realized; not just the men, but the women also - particularly Mary Dudley, who married Sir Henry Sidney. There were others also, such as Sir Nicholas Bacon, whose authority came almost soley from his immense wisdom, hard work and integrity; although the Bacon family has some traditional weight to its name, being derived (it is thought) from the Bascoigne family, who were the Lords of Moley, Jacques de Moley made this family famous, by being the last publicly known Grand Master of the Knights Templars. But Bacon might also be a synonym for 'Tite', which is a form of 'Todor'; in which case the Bacon family might well be another branch of the spread-eagled Todor bloodline."

Francis Bacon, the "High King" and rightful heir to the throne:

"......The present Queen, purely selfish in all that doth in a sort make for proper though tardy recognition of that true prerogative of royal blood, doth most boldly and constantly oppose with her arguments the puny effort in our cause which hath most disproved ability to uphold our true and rightful (but at this present time, very little seen or only partly guessed) claim to royal power. In event of death of her Majesty, who bore in honourable wedlock Robert, now known as son to Walter Devereux, as well as him who speaketh to the yet unknown aidant decypherer that will open the doors of the sepulcher to break in sunder the bonds and crements of a marvellous history, - we the eldest born, by the divine right of a law of God made binding on man, inherit scepter and throne."

Francis Bacon openly states that he is Shakespeare.

"As I have often said, and as you well know by this time, you have poems and prose works on divers themes in all such various styles as are put before the world as Greene's, as Shakespeare's, Burton's, as Peele's, Spencer's, as Marlowe's, as Jonson's dramas or my own long devised and but well began labour, - than which none hath a better object, - for I varied my style to suit different men, since no two show the same taste and like imagination, and all doth contain the great cypher I constantly teach....."

"Next write a comedy, a quaint device for making known the men that do give, lend, sell, or in any other way have put me in possessin of their names. These I have used as disguises that my name may not be seen attached to any poem, stage-play, or any of the light works of this day.....The title of comedy is, 'Seven Wise Men of the West. Actor's names: Robert (Burton), Christopher (Marlowe), William (Shakespeare), another Robert (Greene), George (Peele), Edmund (Spencer) and Francis (Bacon).

The principle masks Francis Bacon

[Charlotte]

Salutations 2004!!!!!!!!!

And to one and all, and the world, the very best in 2004 from Wilbur and moa.

At the barn, Wilbur is done crying and railing against his fate, he becomes melancholy and lays down. A feminine voice brings him to his feet:

"Quiet Wilbur, do you want a friend?

Yes, Wilbur wants a friend, but he wants to live too, he answers.

"Chin up, I'll be your friend, and I'll try to save your life, I have been watching you and I like you", replies the voice.

Wilbur looks around but can't see who this voice belongs to, and asks "what do you mean by chin up?"
The voice tells him not to worry "go to sleep, you'll see me in the morning and I'll explain everything then." Anxious but hopeful, Wilbur has a hard time going to sleep, but finally "Wilbur and sleep found each other."

The exitement of the prospect of having a new friend who could possibly save his life had him up before sunrise. All the animals were still asleep, and Wilbur "loved the barn when it was calm and quiet" and he was "waiting for the light. He hated to break the lovely stillness of dawn by using his voice, but he couln't think of any other way to locate the mysterious new friend who was nowhere to be seen."

Finally, the sun rises, the cock crows, the cow muuu's, and the day at Zuckerman's farm begins with a song:

"Chin up, chin up, everybody loves a happy face,
wear it, share it, it'll brighten up the darkest place,
twinkle, sparkle, let a little sunshine in,
you'll be on the right side-looking at the bright side,'up with your chinny-chin-chin.
Chin up, chin up, put a little laughter in your eyes,
brave it, save it, though you feeling otherwise, rise up, wise up, let a little smile begin,
you'll be happy-hearted once you get it started,
up with your chinny-chin-chin!
Chin up, chin up, every time your spirits wilt,
chin up, chin up, give your attitute an upward tilt,
twinkle, sparkle, let a little sunshine in,
you'll be happy-hearted once you get it started,
up with your chinny-chin-chin."

It that to corny, Daz?

"Will the party who addressed me at bedtime last night kindly speak up. Please tell me where you are" and "if you are my friend?"

Irritated, the old sheep tells him to stop his nonesense, "if you have a new friend here" he warns Wilbur, "you are probably disturbing his rest; and the quickest way to spoil a friendship is to wake somebody up in the morning before he is ready." So very true. "How can you be sure your friend is an early riser?" The old sheep knows better, but loves to cast doubt on just about everything to keep anyone from fully accepting a truth they have discovered.

Of gentle breeding, Wilbur is a polite pig: "I beg everyone's pardon" he whispers, "I didn't mean to be objectionable."

"He lay down meekly in the manure, facing the door. He did not know, but his friend was very near. And the old sheep was right-the friend was still asleep", herself.

Since everybody was still asleep, Wilbur settled down for his morning nap. Lord Bacon was a humble man, his patience tried all his life.

Then Wilbur "heard again the thin voice that had adressed him the night before:

"Salutaion" said the cheerful voice.

"Salu-what?" cried Wilbur and "jumped to his feet."

"Salutations!" repeated the voice. Salutations are greetings, when I say salutations, it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning. Actually, it's a silly expression, and I am surprised I use it at all. As to my where-abouts, that's easy. Look up here in the corner of the doorway! Here I am. Look I'm weaving!"

Singing, and with some acrobatic moves the spider lets itself down on a silken thread, and at last Wilbur sees the creature, a spider "the size of a gumdrop" waving one of its 8 legs at Wilbur: "See me now?"

"Oh, yes indeed", said Wilbur, "yes indeed! How are you? Good morning! Salutations! Very pleased to meet you. What is your name, please? May I know your name?"

"My name", said the spider, "is Charlotte."

"Charlotte what?

"Charlotte A. Cavatica. But just call me Charlotte."

Wilbur thinks she's beautiful, but the spider plays it down: "Well, I'm pretty, there is no denying that. Almost all spiders are rather nice looking. I'm not as flashy as some, but I'll do. I wish I could see you Wilbur, as clearly as you can see me."

"Why can't you?", asked the pig, "I'm right here."

"Yes, but I'm near-sighted", replied Charlotte, "I've always been near-sighted, It's good in some ways, not so good in others."

Because it is never good being physically near-sighted, Mr. White probably means near to a given subject, maybe like standing on a mountain and not being able to see its outline.

The worry about being killed hardly ever leaves Wilbur's mind and he asks Charlotte again if she really could save his life, and how she would go about it. "I'll stay with you Wilbur" she re-assures him, as to saving his life, she has to think about it.

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

Wilbur wants to lay in the beautiful sun, breath a beautiful air, and makes beautiful noise when he is not crying about being turned into smoked bacon and ham.

Instructed by Lady Anne Bacon in the classical languages, morality tales, and ancient myths, and Sir Nicholas Bacon being one of the wisest men of his time, Francis Tudor naturally became a brilliant orator.
More than that, during his sojourn in France, Nicholas Hilliard painted a miniature of the 18 year old Francis, which he inscribed "It would be preferable if a picture deserving of his mind (soul) could be brought about."

Wilbur was never permitted to live in the sun as the first born of the Queen and righful heir to the throne, but had to remain in the barn cellar or underground in constant fear of his life, because the Queen took unkindly to those who did not obey her, who were imprisoned in the tower, and if not pardoned later, either their heads rolled or they were poisened. For two days Francis himself was in the tower. Two of his worst enemies were William Cecil, Lord Treasurer of the Queen, and his son Robert, who by "insinuous machinations slowly poisened her mind", and caused Francis' fall as Lord Chancellor.

Madam Deventer writes:

"Through the Cecils and in consequence of their intrigues, Francis was certaily cheated of his birth-right, as William Cecil from the beginning of Elizabeth's reign continually encouraged her in her refusal to permit the elevation of Leicester to the rank of Prince Consort." In other words, if his father Leicester were Prince Consort, the Queen would have been forced to openly acknowldge him as her husband, and Francis as her son and heir to the throne. However, the Queen was very much aware of her sons universal intellect, therefore power, and that but for his noble character she could continue her "happy reign." It was he who ruled England behind the scene, even as everything revolves around Wilbur in "Charlotte's Web."

The tragedy of Hamlet

Fern writes "We read in Hamlet: 'The Play's the thing, with it we catch the conscience of the queen."

" . . . is he (Bacon) not forced to devise a means (the Plays) for preserving a true record of appalling but nevertheless true historical facts? Preserve them so as to counteract vicious falsifications by subservient historians? Preserve them so to cleanse the shield of honor for the designated heirs of the monumental labor, future human earth-generations?" We are one of the first of those generations to restore Wilbur's place in the sun.

"Thus", Fern continues, "naked historical facts and circumstances are conceiled in the histories, tragedies and comedies of the Shakespeare Plays. Fitting legends from among all nations and countries are chosen as the 'cover-theme' of the respective cover play. Characters in the legend or in the cover play do actually take the place of contemporay historical figures. Thus as a hidden play they act and reenact actual historical occurences of the time. There is historical record that, when first attending 'Richard the II' with a group of her courtiers, Elizabeth caught on to the fact of concealed information in the play. It is historically reported that 'the queen shouted at her terrified courtiers: Richard the second is I, know you not that'. She proceeded to close all the play houses."

Madame Deventer:

"But the principle character, Hamlet, interests us more than the motif. He is easily identified with the poet himself, who knows so well how to portray his resemblance to the character of the disinherited prince.

Whether all the circumstances in each case are identical is unimportant; but the inner struggles, the feelings in Francis' case, toward his mother, who alone had the power to acknowledge his father as Prince Consort, and thereby himself, her first born son, as heir apparent, would naturally cause the woes of the disinherited Hamlet to awaken in him a manifold echo of his own bitter years. He had necessarily been obliged to simulate ignorance all his life. How often would he appear to himself as abnormal-stunned-hardly grasping the reality of his situation in the strained meetings with his mother! These are soul-throes into which the outsider can never enter, but all the more could he portray himself in the insanity-simulated Hamlet.

The fundamental tones which speak at the outset in the Tragedy of Hamlet, are Melancholy and discontent, two sentiments in themselves readily comprehensible in the disinherited, and present a thousand-fold in Francis, and which he, delving ever more deeply into philosophy, at last smothered in resignation."

I just opened "The Complete Works of Shakespeare" and a baby spider ran onto the page and stayed at the fold, so now I can't turn the page without squashing it because it might be one of Charlotte's children. Do you people kill spiders?

Charlotte

[Don Barone]

Spellbinding Charlotte and again we must thank you.

The guilt in all of us must surely leave us all red faced after reading your last line.

In Awe

Don Barone

[Charlotte]

Hi Don and All,

Very tiny spiders are a problem to move because they either get injured or killed. Spiders are smart though. I tried to move a big one once and it rolled itself into a ball and played dead. I looked at it for a while and said: "Don't worry, I wont kill you, you can get up and run away", it instantly did. It happened in a way that I was sure he heard me. I went to a lecture series on "the races" given by a Lakota Indian, and he said that in order to talk to animals, or maybe bugs, one should first say: "I know you are one of the races", and then say whatever. I lived in the Hollywood Hills at the time, the house surrounded by many trees, habitat of many squirrels. I didn't have to wait long to see one on a low branch on a tree by terrace, so I put my mind into "squirrelness" and tried it: "Hi sqirrel, I know you are one of the races, if you can hear me please lift up your left hind leg." I kept looking but the squirrel just sat there. "Oh well" I thought to myself, and just as I was walking away the squirrel lifted up his left hind leg, which I saw "out of the corner of my eye", having turned to walk away. I did "a double take" and it lifted its leg again. It was so a connecting moment . . .

Anyway, the little spider ran off after a few minutes and I looked at "Hamlet", who feigned crazyness too.

The tragic life of Francis Bacon is "all over and under" in Hamlet. I'll just point out what is relevant to my story, because as the Queen says to Hamlet he should get to the point by using "more matter with less art", or as Ben Jonson put it: "There is more in those Plays than you (I) have mind to grind upon."

There are two Hamlet, the Ur-Hamlet, and Hamlet the "youth." Bacon re-wrote the play.

". . . pluck out the heart of my mystery . . ." Hamlet

The King. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son --

Hamlet. A little more than kin, and less than kind!

The Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust."

Queen. Why seems it so particular with thee?

Hamlet. Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems."
This not alone my inky cloak, good mother . . .

Hamlet says Denmark "is a prison", and Marcellus adds that "something is rotten in the State of Denmark", but Horatio, and I agree with Madam Deventer that Horatio is Bacon's half brother Anthony, says that "heaven will direct" Hamlet, because "My fate cries out."

Hamlet is bitter, wishes he was dead, and that God had not forbidden suicide. It is not "alone his inky cloak, good mother", he is not just writing but tells his mother haw he feels, and Claudius asks Hamlet to stay at court because he is heir to his property and throne.

The Old Hamlet took a nap in his garden after lunch and died of a "snakebite." It is said that a snakebite means initiation, bestowing immortality. "The Election" of Hamlet. Reminds one of Cleopatra dying "to baser life" from the bite of an asp, secret to Isis, and thereafter drinking with Antony "and those inseperable in death."

Old Hamlet also dies by Claudius "pouring poisen in his ear." The ghost tells about the king seducing the queen, Leicester and Elizabeth, that one partner committed adultery, Leicester married twice behind the queens back, one partner died suddenly, Leicester, everybody at the "Danish" court knew the scandalous goingons, both, the Queen and the Earl are rumored to have experimented with poison.

The queen tells Hamlet to "not for ever seek thy noble father in the dust", noble, because her husband was tender, and shielded her face from the "cold Danish wind." Kept trouble at bay for her.

The "young" Hamlet was a scholar and diplomat, he "loved the distracted multitude", was "the glass of fashion and the mould of form."

"It's bitter cold - - and I am sick at heart" says "FRANCISCO" while he is keeping watch at the castle at midnight.

I have to continue tomorrow.

Charlotte

[Charlotte]

Hamlet is "a man faithful and honorable", and "there is method in his madness", a "crafty madness" to hide secrets, which, says Hamlet to his friends, they could find when listening to the "recorders of the actors", because "it is as easy as lying."

Hamlet calls his mother Gertrude "a most pernicious women", and his father Claudius, (the "King" in the play has no name) who had seduced his mother, a knave, who are villains, "one may smile, and smile, and be a villain." The Queen called Francis her "baby Solomon", and King James I "referred to him as his Solomon and as Apollo."

When his father died Hamlet was a student at "Wittenberg" in Denmark. Later, the King and Queen sent for Hamlet's long-time frieds "Rosencrantz" and "Guildenstern", and Hamlet asks them to tell the truth "by the rites of our fellowship." Mentioned in my post "William Shakespeare"-- "the mask of the Rosicruicians." Hamlet sees "his father in his mind's eye", and Horatio has "flights of angels" carry Hamlet's soul to heaven. Wittenberg can be translated as "mountain of wit", or the mountain where those of the wit live.

Hamlet is too ambitious, he is frustrated that he continuously has to compromise: "Oh God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I had bad dreams." This has to be read above and below, infinite space because his friends Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern "have been watching over him", the bad dream is the court of his mother Gertrude, whom he will not hurt physically, but accuses of complicity in the murder of his father, Leicester.

Hamlet is alone with Horatio, his trusted friend till death.

"Why let the strucken deere go weepe;
The Hart vngalled play:
For some must watch and some must sleepe;
So runnest the world away.
Would not this sir, and a Forrest of Feathers, if the rest of my Fortunes turn Turke with me; with two Provinciall Roses on my rac'd Shooes, get me a Fellowship in a crie of Players, Sir?
A whole one I,
For thou dost know: O Damon deere
This Realme dismantled was of Iove himselfe,
And now reigns heere,
A verie, verie, ---Pajocke!"
"You might have Rimed." (Horatio)
"Oh good Horatio, Ile take the Ghost's word for a thousand pounds."

Madame Deventer writes:

"Here is a reference to the "concealed poet"---to the Drama-tic Poet, who will save two badges of his dethronement as compensation for his lost inheritance.

1. A forest of feathers.

2. Also two provincial roses. Here is a play upon two emblems which we find portrayed in the Emblem-book of 1612, entitled 'Minerva Brittana' (sic) . In this book, where the titles of Francis are enumerated, and placed, veiled, in the Quarto and Folio editions of the so-called Shake-speare-Plays, both before and after the death of Elizabeth, he signs himself first: "The Prince, the Prince of Wales," and there is shown on the back side of the title page the symbol of the rank of the Prince of Wales, the three feathers with the motto: "Ich dien", surrounded by a garland of white and red roses with the thistles of Scotland. Also later his veiled name may be read: "Francis I, King of Great Britain and Ireland."

Hamlet, the natural philosopher, knows the earth , the sky, the planets and stars, made of "fire, air, water, and earth", and remembers a time when both seemed beautiful to him, and the accomplishment of the Human Race filled him with happiness, but in his bitternes calls all "the quintessence of dust", a "lifelong siucide."

This is but a fraction of the Play, the King cannot arrest Hamlet because "the distracted multitude" would cause a riot for love of Hamlet, so he sends him to England with sealed letters, and Hamlet tells his long-time friends Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern that "Everything is sealed and done."

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Hamlet, the Prince of the State of Denmark; in the greater, the State of the World, as told by E. B. White in "Charlotte's Web."