By Theron S.E.Dixon
Not to prove it, but perhaps to show it,--to make it manifest.
The Sargent Publishing Company
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
A too vivid realization of the fact with all that
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
I. A CONTINUOUS PARALLELISM
II.THE "NEW BIRTH"
III. THE ALPHABET OF THE PLAYS
IV. THEIR PRIMER
V. "JULIUS CAESAR"
VI. ""JULIUS CAESAR"
VII. "JULIUS CAESAR"
VIII. "JULIUS CAESAR"
IX. "JULIUS CAESAR"
X. THE IMPULSE
XI. THE STYLE
XII. THE THOUGHT
XIII. BACON'S WORK
AN AFTER-WORD.--THE LAW
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
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.