Francis Bacon

And

His Shakespeare

By Theron S.E.Dixon

Not to prove it, but perhaps to show it,--to make it manifest.

 

Chicago
The Sargent Publishing Company

1895

To My Wife,

Bertha L. Dixon

 

This Book is Affectionately inscribed;
For It Could Not Have Been Completed
Except For Her Loving-Kindness And Her
Faithful Co-operation.

T.S.E. D

A too vivid realization of the fact with all that it implies,
Is herein an obvious fault; one only to be forgiven when,
in after years, this realization shall have become a part of the
consciousness of the people.

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

IX.

I. A CONTINUOUS PARALLELISM

11

I.(CONTINUED)

55

II.THE "NEW BIRTH"

101

III. THE ALPHABET OF THE PLAYS

114

III.(CONTINUED)

131

IV. THEIR PRIMER

155

V. "JULIUS CAESAR"

181

VI. ""JULIUS CAESAR"

199

VII. "JULIUS CAESAR"

223

VIII. "JULIUS CAESAR"

253

IX. "JULIUS CAESAR"

289

X. THE IMPULSE

304

XI. THE STYLE

321

XII. THE THOUGHT

355

XIII. BACON'S WORK

372

XIII. (CONTINUED)

408

AN AFTER-WORD.--THE LAW

430

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To Get At The Being Of A Great Author, To Come Into Relationship With His Absolute Personality, Is The Highest Result Of The Study Of His Works.--Professor Hiram Corson

 

PROLOGUE

The Tribunal of History is always open. Its sessions is one continuos term; and therefore, its judgments are ever subject to review. Nor is attendance at its bar limited to a privleged class: any one may at any time move a rehearing; and not even a "retainer" is required, as authority for his appearance. Nevertheless, and justly, there is no court in which it is so difficult to win a case. Old Father Time is almost always of the opposing counsel: and his wisdom, age, and experience have great weight in a tribunal where humanity sits in judgment upuon itself; whose probity is the integrity of the race, and whose records are of the issues of its life. And, especially when its adjudication has been entered of record for three hundred years, it is not only apparently, but actually, the height of presumption, for one utterly unknown within its precints to enter his appearance and deliberately ask for its reversal, --unless he succeeds. And as with the Sphinx and its riddles, whose solution was open to all, the penalty of his failure is in effect death, or at least banishment. Nevermore can he gain the ear of the court.

Dropping this pleasant fancy, for I would not have this book regarded as fiction (though were it false, it might perhaps be humorously termed a work of imagination; and if it be true, its truth is stranger than fiction), I would state, as the warrant for its appearance, that there are here presented data which have convinced me, beyond a reasonable doubt, that Francis Bacon wrote the Shakespearian Plays. It may be that my judgment is at fault, that I am the victim of illusion; but if so, as these data are here placed before the reader in just the light in which they appeal to my understanding, this fault must soon become glaringly apparent. But on the contrary, if I am right, and the data, in and of themselves, are really convincing, then I shall have good company.

Whatever be the event, I have already received an ample reward, in the acquirement of a better acquaintance with him of whom I write. This I would share with the reader: and I am confident that he will gain from the perusal of this book, if nothing else, at least additional knowledge of Francis Bacon, the greatest, the brightest, the least understood Of mankind.

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