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his eye upon Hobbler ; and though beer-barrels and spigots would appear , at first sight of them , to have but little in common with tho elegant passion , still we need not be surprised even to catch the rosy urchin set astride upon a promising double X , like an infant Bacchus , flourishing the cup of confusion . In his meditations there was not a tub
that had not its share of love for Hans ; and love had caused such an agitation among them , that there was not one that did not roll as much to content , as if instead of one , verily four dozen infant Bacchuses ( or young Loves , for they are the same ) sprawled , urging their legless coursers on to one general languishing intoxication .
In love , as deep as one of his own tuns , was Hans Hobbler , and that was with the fairest daughter of fair Leyden . Her father was clerk and seneschal to the old church of St . Ignatius the Plain , or of the Plain , we forget which . He was a rigorous man , who , though no tyrant , like Dionysius of old , had in early days taught a school ; but he had closed with his books with his first opening of the church doors . Punctual
as his own church-clock , —which to insure extra exactness had four hands , two to point out the other two , —Snarl Highsitter always took his seat under the obese Lutheran clergyman who officiated at St . Ignatius , precisely as the last stroke of the bell notified to the ancient black inmates of the steeple , that they could resume their grey lodgings without
fear of being tumbled off their perches by the sonorous vibrations which rendered home uninhabitable while they lasted . When all this clang and clatter was brought to a termination , with a wide wheel and a complacent caw , one after the other following the boldest , would they settle down , and hide all but their peeping black heads in the crumbling quatrefoils ,
which provided so many comfortable cells to look out of , like pigeon-holes , for them . Poor Hans Hobbler , as well as circumstances would admit of it , used to hover like his friends the crows about the tower of the church of St . Ignatius , partly because his love , the fair Leuchidde Highsitter , used regularly , three times on Sundays
and twice in the week , to pay her devotions at her father ' s place of worship , and the door under the steeple was always that at which she entered , and partly because she herself did not live far off . Leuchidde , so beautiful as she was , did not of course want for suitors . In addition to Hans Hobbler , who in his Sunday doublet , and his claret-colour cloth breeches , really looked the
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The Brass Thumb.
his eye upon Hobbler ; and though beer-barrels and spigots would appear , at first sight of them , to have but little in common with tho elegant passion , still we need not be surprised even to catch the rosy urchin set astride upon a promising double X , like an infant Bacchus , flourishing the cup of confusion . In his meditations there was not a tub
that had not its share of love for Hans ; and love had caused such an agitation among them , that there was not one that did not roll as much to content , as if instead of one , verily four dozen infant Bacchuses ( or young Loves , for they are the same ) sprawled , urging their legless coursers on to one general languishing intoxication .
In love , as deep as one of his own tuns , was Hans Hobbler , and that was with the fairest daughter of fair Leyden . Her father was clerk and seneschal to the old church of St . Ignatius the Plain , or of the Plain , we forget which . He was a rigorous man , who , though no tyrant , like Dionysius of old , had in early days taught a school ; but he had closed with his books with his first opening of the church doors . Punctual
as his own church-clock , —which to insure extra exactness had four hands , two to point out the other two , —Snarl Highsitter always took his seat under the obese Lutheran clergyman who officiated at St . Ignatius , precisely as the last stroke of the bell notified to the ancient black inmates of the steeple , that they could resume their grey lodgings without
fear of being tumbled off their perches by the sonorous vibrations which rendered home uninhabitable while they lasted . When all this clang and clatter was brought to a termination , with a wide wheel and a complacent caw , one after the other following the boldest , would they settle down , and hide all but their peeping black heads in the crumbling quatrefoils ,
which provided so many comfortable cells to look out of , like pigeon-holes , for them . Poor Hans Hobbler , as well as circumstances would admit of it , used to hover like his friends the crows about the tower of the church of St . Ignatius , partly because his love , the fair Leuchidde Highsitter , used regularly , three times on Sundays
and twice in the week , to pay her devotions at her father ' s place of worship , and the door under the steeple was always that at which she entered , and partly because she herself did not live far off . Leuchidde , so beautiful as she was , did not of course want for suitors . In addition to Hans Hobbler , who in his Sunday doublet , and his claret-colour cloth breeches , really looked the