repairs in the second story of the present tailor's shop, and in the room which is supposed to have been Shakspere's—everything in this connection seems to be "supposed" found under a plaster, or canvas, covering on the walls, interlaced letters, Latin texts and inscriptions which are supposed—again "supposed"—to belong to Elizabethan times. All these interlaced letters and Elizabethan texts are now once more covered with modern wall- paper of ugly design ; and nobody can tell what is behind it, although the hewn timbers go back to the end of the Sixteenth Century.
All this is set down here, too fully perhaps, by the present searcher, because it interested him so greatly during his six weeks in Oxford. He apologizes for its prominence, moved thereto by the fact that so many of the present-day Oxford antiquaries, who so kindly showed him things, showed him the things, without apology, which appealed to them, but which had nothing whatever to do with his own line of research. To oblige his friends he has wasted hours in looking for a window, or the spot where a window might possibly have been, out of which, perhaps, may have looked some college Founder or Benefactor, whose name he never heard of before, and never wants to hear of again. His Founders are type-founders only. The only Benefactors he cares for—in Ox-
