IS SHAKESPEARE DEAD?
you can still hear the believing multitudes shouting for Perkin Warbeck and Lambert Simnel.
A friend has sent me a new book, from England — The Shakespeare Problem Restated — well restated and closely reasoned; and my fifty years' interest in that matter — asleep for the last three years — is excited once more. It is an interest which was born of Delia Bacon's book — away back in that ancient day — 1857, or maybe 1856. About a year later my pilot-master, Bixby, transferred me from his own steamboat to the Pennsylvania, and placed me under the orders and instructions of George Ealer — dead now, these many, many years.
I steered for him a good many months — as was the humble duty of the pilot-apprentice: stood a daylight watch and spun the wheel under the severe superintendence and correction of the master.