Itwastherecollectionofthisromantictaleofformertimes，and
ofthegoldenlittlepoemwhichhaditsbirthplaceinthisTower，that
mademevisittheoldpilewithmorethancommoninterest。Thesuitof
armorhangingupinthehall，richlygiltandembellished，asifto
figureinthetournay，broughttheimageofthegallantandromantic
princevividlybeforemyimagination。Ipacedthedesertedchambers
wherehehadcomposedhispoem；Ileaneduponthewindow，and
endeavoredtopersuademyselfitwastheveryonewherehehadbeen
visitedbyhisvision；Ilookedoutuponthespotwherehehadfirst
seentheLadyJane。Itwasthesamegenialandjoyousmonth；thebirds
wereagainvyingwitheachotherinstrainsofliquidmelody；every
thingwasburstingintovegetation，andbuddingforththetender
promiseoftheyear。Time，whichdelightstoobliteratethesterner
memorialsofhumanpride，seemstohavepassedlightlyoverthis
littlesceneofpoetryandlove，andtohavewithheldhisdesolating
hand。Severalcenturieshavegoneby，yetthegardenstill
flourishesatthefootoftheTower。Itoccupieswhatwasoncethe
moatoftheKeep；andthoughsomepartshavebeenseparatedby
dividingwalls，yetothershavestilltheirarborsandshadedwalks，
asinthedaysofJames，andthewholeissheltered，blooming，and
retired。Thereisacharmaboutaspotthathasbeenprintedbythe
footstepsofdepartedbeauty，andconsecratedbytheinspirationsof
thepoet，whichisheightened，ratherthanimpaired，bythelapseof
ages。Itis，indeed，thegiftofpoetrytohalloweveryplaceinwhich
itmoves；tobreathearoundnatureanodormoreexquisitethanthe
perfumeoftherose，andtoshedoveritatintmoremagicalthan
theblushofmorning。
OthersmaydwellontheillustriousdeedsofJamesasawarrior
andalegislator；butIhavedelightedtoviewhimmerelyasthe
companionofhisfellow—men，thebenefactorofthehumanheart，
stoopingfromhishighestatetosowthesweetflowersofpoetryand
songinthepathsofcommonlife。Hewasthefirsttocultivatethe
vigorousandhardyplantofScottishgenius，whichhassincebecomeso
prolificofthemostwholesomeandhighly—flavoredfruit。Hecarried
withhimintothesternerregionsofthenorthallthefertilizing
artsofsouthernrefinement。Hedideverythinginhispowertowin
hiscountrymentothegay，theelegant，andgentlearts，which
softenandrefinethecharacterofapeople，andwreatheagraceround
theloftinessofaproudandwarlikespirit。Hewrotemanypoems，
which，unfortunatelyforthefulnessofhisfame，arenowlostto
theworld；one，whichisstillpreserved，called\"Christ’sKirkofthe
Green，\"showshowdiligentlyhehadmadehimselfacquaintedwiththe
rusticsportsandpastimes，whichconstitutesuchasourceofkindand
socialfeelingamongtheScottishpeasantry；andwithwhatsimple
andhappyhumorhecouldenterintotheirenjoyments。Hecontributed
greatlytoimprovethenationalmusic；andtracesofhistender
sentiment，andeleganttaste，aresaidtoexistinthosewitching
airs，stillpipedamongthewildmountainsandlonelyglensof
Scotland。Hehasthusconnectedhisimagewithwhateverismost
graciousandendearinginthenationalcharacter；hehasembalmed
hismemoryinsong，andfloatedhisnametoafteragesintherich
streamsofScottishmelody。Therecollectionofthesethingswas
kindlingatmyheartasIpacedthesilentsceneofhis
imprisonment。IhavevisitedVauclusewithasmuchenthusiasmasa
pilgrimwouldvisittheshrineatLoretto；butIhaveneverfelt
morepoeticaldevotionthanwhencontemplatingtheoldTowerandthe
littlegardenatWindsor，andmusingovertheromanticlovesofthe
LadyJaneandtheRoyalPoetofScotland。
THEEND。
1819—20
THESKETCHBOOK
ASUNDAYINLONDON*
byWashingtonIrving
*Partofasketchomittedinthepreviouseditions。
INAprecedingpaperIhavespokenofanEnglishSundayinthe
country，anditstranquillizingeffectuponthelandscape；butwhere
isitssacredinfluencemorestrikinglyapparentthaninthevery
heartofthatgreatBabel，London？Onthissacredday，thegigantic
monsterischarmedintorepose。Theintolerabledinandstruggleof
theweekareatanend。Theshopsareshut。Thefiresofforgesand
manufactoriesareextinguished；andthesun，nolongerobscuredby
murkycloudsofsmoke，poursdownasober，yellowradianceintothe
quietstreets。Thefewpedestrianswemeet，insteadofhurrying
forwardwithanxiouscountenances，moveleisurelyalong；theirbrows
aresmoothedfromthewrinklesofbusinessandcare；theyhaveput
ontheirSundaylooks，andSundaymanners，withtheirSunday
clothes，andarecleansedinmindaswellasinperson。
Andnowthemelodiousclangorofbellsfromchurchtowerssummons
theirseveralflockstothefold。Forthissuesfromhismansionthe
familyofthedecenttradesman，thesmallchildrenintheadvance；
thenthecitizenandhiscomelyspouse，followedbythegrown—up
daughters，withsmallmorocco—boundprayer—bookslaidinthefolds
oftheirpocket—handkerchiefs。Thehousemaidlooksafterthemfromthe
window，admiringthefineryofthefamily，andreceiving，perhaps，a
nodandsmilefromheryoungmistresses，atwhosetoiletshehas
assisted。
Nowrumblesalongthecarriageofsomemagnateofthecity，
peradventureanaldermanorasheriff；andnowthepatterofmanyfeet
announcesaprocessionofcharityscholars，inuniformsofantique
cut，andeachwithaprayer—bookunderhisarm。
Theringingofbellsisatanend；therumblingofthecarriage
hasceased；thepatteringoffeetisheardnomore；theflocksare
foldedinancientchurches，crampedupinby—lanesandcornersof
thecrowdedcity，wherethevigilantbeadlekeepswatch，likethe
shepherd’sdog，roundthethresholdofthesanctuary。Foratimeevery
thingishushed；butsoonisheardthedeep，pervadingsoundofthe
organ，rollingandvibratingthroughtheemptylanesandcourts；and
thesweetchantingofthechoirmakingthemresoundwithmelodyand
praise。NeverhaveIbeenmoresensibleofthesanctifyingeffectof
churchmusic，thanwhenIhavehearditthuspouredforth，likea
riverofjoy，throughtheinmostrecessesofthisgreatmetropolis，
elevatingit，asitwere，fromallthesordidpollutionsofthe
week；andbearingthepoorworld—wornsoulonatideoftriumphant
harmonytoheaven。
Themorningserviceisatanend。Thestreetsareagainalivewith
thecongregationsreturningtotheirhomes，butsoonagainrelapse
intosilence。NowcomesontheSundaydinner，which，tothecity
tradesman，isamealofsomeimportance。Thereismoreleisurefor
socialenjoymentattheboard。Membersofthefamilycannowgather
together，whoareseparatedbythelaboriousoccupationsofthe
week。Aschool—boymaybepermittedonthatdaytocometothe
paternalhome；anoldfriendofthefamilytakeshisaccustomedSunday
seatattheboard，tellsoverhiswell—knownstories，andrejoices
youngandoldwithhiswell—knownjokes。
OnSundayafternoonthecitypoursforthitslegionstobreathe
thefreshairandenjoythesunshineoftheparksandrural
environs。Satiristsmaysaywhattheypleaseabouttherural
enjoymentsofaLondoncitizenonSunday，buttomethereissomething
delightfulinbeholdingthepoorprisonerofthecrowdedanddusty
cityenabledthustocomeforthonceaweekandthrowhimselfuponthe
greenbosomofnature。Heislikeachildrestoredtothemother’s
breast；andtheywhofirstspreadoutthesenobleparksand
magnificentpleasure—groundswhichsurroundthishugemetropolis，have
doneatleastasmuchforitshealthandmorality，asiftheyhad
expendedtheamountofcostinhospitals，prisons，andpenitentiaries。
THEEND。
1819—20
THESKETCHBOOK
CHRISTMASDAY
byWashingtonIrving
Darkanddullnight，fliehenceaway，
Andgivethehonortothisday
ThatseesDecemberturn’dtoMay。********
Whydoesthechillingwinter’smorne
Smilelikeafieldbesetwithcorn？
Orsmellliketoameadenew—shorne，
Thusonthesudden？—Comeandsee
Thecausewhythingsthusfragrantbe。
HERRICK。
WHENIwokethenextmorning，itseemedasifalltheeventsof
theprecedingeveninghadbeenadream，andnothingbuttheidentity
oftheancientchamberconvincedmeoftheirreality。WhileIlay
musingonmypillow，Iheardthesoundoflittlefeetpattering
outsideofthedoor，andawhisperingconsultation。Presentlya
choirofsmallvoiceschantedforthanoldChristmascarol，theburden
ofwhichwas—
Rejoice，ourSaviorhewasborn
OnChristmasdayinthemorning。
Irosesoftly，sliptonmyclothes，openedthedoorsuddenly，and
beheldoneofthemostbeautifullittlefairygroupsthatapainter
couldimagine。Itconsistedofaboyandtwogirls，theeldestnot
morethansix，andlovelyasseraphs。Theyweregoingtheroundsof
thehouse，andsingingateverychamberdoor；butmysuddenappearance
frightenedthemintomutebashfulness。Theyremainedforamoment
playingontheirlipswiththeirfingers，andnowandthenstealing
ashyglancefromundertheireyebrows，until，asifbyoneimpulse，
theyscamperedaway，andastheyturnedanangleofthegallery，I
heardthemlaughingintriumphattheirescape。
Everythingconspiredtoproducekindandhappyfeelingsinthis
strongholdofold—fashionedhospitality。Thewindowofmychamber
lookedoutuponwhatinsummerwouldhavebeenabeautiful
landscape。Therewasaslopinglawn，afinestreamwindingatthefoot
ofit，andatrackofparkbeyond，withnobleclumpsoftrees，and
herdsofdeer。Atadistancewasaneathamlet，withthesmokefrom
thecottagechimneyshangingoverit；andachurchwithitsdarkspire
instrongreliefagainsttheclear，coldsky。Thehousewassurrounded
withevergreens，accordingtotheEnglishcustom，whichwouldhave
givenalmostanappearanceofsummer；butthemorningwasextremely
frosty；thelightvaporoftheprecedingeveninghadbeenprecipitated
bythecold，andcoveredallthetreesandeverybladeofgrasswith
itsfinecrystallizations。Theraysofabrightmorningsunhada
dazzlingeffectamongtheglitteringfoliage。Arobin，perchedupon
thetopofamountainashthathungitsclustersofredberriesjust
beforemywindow，wasbaskinghimselfinthesunshine，andpipinga
fewquerulousnotes；andapeacockwasdisplayingallthegloriesof
histrain，andstruttingwiththeprideandgravityofaSpanish
grandee，ontheterracewalkbelow。
Ihadscarcelydressedmyself，whenaservantappearedtoinvite
metofamilyprayers。Heshowedmethewaytoasmallchapelinthe
oldwingofthehouse，whereIfoundtheprincipalpartofthe
familyalreadyassembledinakindofgallery，furnishedwith
cushions，hassocks，andlargeprayer—books；theservantswereseated
onbenchesbelow。Theoldgentlemanreadprayersfromadeskin
frontofthegallery，andMasterSimonactedasclerk，andmadethe
responses；andImustdohimthejusticetosaythatheacquitted
himselfwithgreatgravityanddecorum。
TheservicewasfollowedbyaChristmascarol，whichMr。Bracebridge
himselfhadconstructedfromapoemofhisfavoriteauthor，Herrick；
andithadbeenadaptedtoanoldchurchmelodybyMasterSimon。As
therewereseveralgoodvoicesamongthehousehold，theeffectwas
extremelypleasing；butIwasparticularlygratifiedbytheexaltation
ofheart，andsuddensallyofgratefulfeeling，withwhichthe
worthysquiredeliveredonestanza；hiseyeglistening，andhis
voiceramblingoutofalltheboundsoftimeandtune：
\"’Tisthouthatcrown’stmyglitteringhearth
Withguiltlessemirth，
AndgivestmeWassailebowlestodrink
Spicedtothebrink：
Lord，’tisthyplenty—droppinghand
Thatsoilesmyland：
Andgiv’stmeformybushellsowne，
Twicetenforone。\"
Iafterwardsunderstoodthatearlymorningservicewasreadonevery
Sundayandsaints’daythroughouttheyear，eitherbyMr。
Bracebridgeorbysomememberofthefamily。Itwasoncealmost
universallythecaseattheseatsofthenobilityandgentryof
England，anditismuchtoberegrettedthatthecustomisfalling
intoneglect；forthedullestobservermustbesensibleoftheorder
andserenityprevalentinthosehouseholds，wheretheoccasional
exerciseofabeautifulformofworshipinthemorninggives，asit
were，thekeynotetoeverytemperfortheday，andattunesevery
spirittoharmony。
Ourbreakfastconsistedofwhatthesquiredenominatedtrueold
Englishfare。Heindulgedinsomebitterlamentationsovermodern
breakfastsofteaandtoast，whichhecensuredasamongthecauses
ofmoderneffeminacyandweaknerves，andthedeclineofoldEnglish
heartiness；andthoughheadmittedthemtohistabletosuitthe
palatesofhisguests，Yettherewasabravedisplayofcoldmeats，
wine，andale，onthesideboard。
AfterbreakfastIwalkedaboutthegroundswithFrankBracebridge
andMasterSimon，or，Mr。Simon，ashewascalledbyeverybodybutthe
squire。Wewereescortedbyanumberofgentlemanlikedogs，that
seemedloungersabouttheestablishment；fromthefriskingspaniel
tothesteadyoldstag—hound；thelastofwhichwasofaracethathad
beeninthefamilytimeoutofmind：theywereallobedienttoa
dog—whistlewhichhungtoMasterSimon’sbutton—hole，andinthemidst
oftheirgambolswouldglanceaneyeoccasionallyuponasmall
switchhecarriedinhishand。
Theoldmansionhadastillmorevenerablelookintheyellow
sunshinethanbypalemoonlight；andIcouldnotbutfeeltheforceof
thesquire’sidea，thattheformalterraces，heavilymoulded
balustrades，andclippedyew—trees，carriedwiththemanairof
proudaristocracy。Thereappearedtobeanunusualnumberof
peacocksabouttheplace，andIwasmakingsomeremarksuponwhatI
termedaflockofthem，thatwerebaskingunderasunnywall，whenI
wasgentlycorrectedinmyphraseologybyMasterSimon，whotoldme
that，accordingtothemostancientandapprovedtreatiseon
hunting，Imustsayamusterofpeacocks。\"Inthesameway，\"addedhe，
withaslightairofpedantry，\"wesayaflightofdovesor
swallows，abevyofquails，aherdofdeer，ofwrens，orcranes，a
skulkoffoxes，orabuildingofrooks。\"Hewentontoinformmethat，
accordingtoSirAnthonyFitzherbert，weoughttoascribetothisbird
\"bothunderstandingandglory；for，beingpraised，hewillpresently
setuphistail，chieflyagainstthesun，totheintentyoumaythe
betterbeholdthebeautythereof。Butatthefalloftheleaf，when
histailfalleth，hewillmournandhidehimselfincorners，till
histailcomeagainasitwas。\"
Icouldnothelpsmilingatthisdisplayofsmalleruditiononso
whimsicalasubject；butIfoundthatthepeacockswerebirdsof
someconsequenceatthehall；forFrankBracebridgeinformedmethat
theyweregreatfavoriteswithhisfather，whowasextremelycareful
tokeepupthebreed；partlybecausetheybelongedtochivalry，and
wereingreatrequestatthestatelybanquetsoftheoldentime；and
partlybecausetheyhadapompandmagnificenceaboutthem，highly
becominganoldfamilymansion。Nothing，hewasaccustomedtosay，had
anairofgreaterstateanddignitythanapeacockpercheduponan
antiquestonebalustrade。
MasterSimonhadnowtohurryoff，havinganappointmentatthe
parishchurchwiththevillagechoristers，whoweretoperformsome
musicofhisselection。Therewassomethingextremelyagreeableinthe
cheerfulflowofanimalspiritsofthelittleman；andIconfessIhad
beensomewhatsurprisedathisaptquotationsfromauthorswho
certainlywerenotintherangeofevery—dayreading。Imentionedthis
lastcircumstancetoFrankBracebridge，whotoldmewithasmile
thatMasterSimon’swholestockoferuditionwasconfinedtosomehalf
adozenoldauthors，whichthesquirehadputintohishands，and
whichhereadoverandover，wheneverhehadastudiousfit；ashe
sometimeshadonarainyday，oralongwinterevening。SirAnthony
Fitzherbert’sBookofHusbandry；Markham’sCountryContentments；the
TretyseofHunting，bySirThomasCockayne，Knight；IzaacWalton’s
Angler，andtwoorthreemoresuchancientworthiesofthepen，were
hisstandardauthorities；and，likeallmenwhoknowbutafew
books，helookeduptothemwithakindofidolatry，andquotedthem
onalloccasions。Astohissongs，theywerechieflypickedoutofold
booksinthesquire’slibrary，andadaptedtotunesthatwere
popularamongthechoicespiritsofthelastcentury。Hispractical
applicationofscrapsofliterature，however，hadcausedhimtobe
lookeduponasaprodigyofbookknowledgebyallthegrooms，
huntsmen，andsmallsportsmenoftheneighborhood。
Whileweweretalkingweheardthedistanttollingofthevillage
bell，andIwastoldthatthesquirewasalittleparticularinhaving
hishouseholdatchurchonaChristmasmorning；consideringitaday
ofpouringoutofthanksandrejoicing；for，asoldTusserobserved，
\"AtChristmasbemerry，andthankfulwithal，
Andfeastthypoorneighbors，thegreatwiththesmall。\"
\"Ifyouaredisposedtogotochurch，\"saidFrankBracebridge，\"I
canpromiseyouaspecimenofmycousinSimon’smusical
achievements。Asthechurchisdestituteofanorgan，hehasformed
abandfromthevillageamateurs，andestablishedamusicalclubfor
theirimprovement；hehasalsosortedachoir，ashesortedmy
father’spackofhounds，accordingtothedirectionsofJervaise
Markham，inhisCountryContentments；forthebasshehassoughtout
allthe’deep，solemnmouths，’andforthetenorthe’loud—ringing
mouths，’amongthecountrybumpkins；andfor’sweetmouths，’hehas
culledwithcurioustasteamongtheprettiestlassesinthe
neighborhood；thoughtheselast，heaffirms，arethemostdifficultto
keepintune；yourprettyfemalesingerbeingexceedinglywayward
andcapricious，andveryliabletoaccident。\"
Asthemorning，thoughfrosty，wasremarkablyfineandclear，the
mostofthefamilywalkedtothechurch，whichwasaveryoldbuilding
ofgraystone，andstoodnearavillage，abouthalfamilefromthe
parkgate。Adjoiningitwasalowsnugparsonage，whichseemed
coevalwiththechurch。Thefrontofitwasperfectlymattedwitha
yew—tree，thathadbeentrainedagainstitswalls，throughthedense
foliageofwhichapertureshadbeenformedtoadmitlightintothe
smallantiquelattices。Aswepassedthisshelterednest，theparson
issuedforthandprecededus。
Ihadexpectedtoseeasleekwell—conditionedpastor，suchasis
oftenfoundinasnuglivinginthevicinityofarichpatron’stable，
butIwasdisappointed。Theparsonwasalittle，meagre，black—looking
man，withagrizzledwigthatwastoowide，andstoodofffromeach
ear；sothathisheadseemedtohaveshrunkawaywithinit，likea
driedfilbertinitsshell。Heworearustycoat，withgreatskirts，
andpocketsthatwouldhaveheldthechurchBibleandprayerbook：and
hissmalllegsseemedstillsmaller，frombeingplantedinlarge
shoes，decoratedwithenormousbuckles。
IwasinformedbyFrankBracebridge，thattheparsonhadbeenachum
ofhisfather’satOxford，andhadreceivedthislivingshortly
afterthelatterhadcometohisestate。Hewasacomplete
black—letterhunter，andwouldscarcelyreadaworkprintedinthe
Romancharacter。TheeditionsofCaxtonandWynkindeWordewerehis
delight；andhewasindefatigableinhisresearchesaftersuchold
Englishwritersashavefallenintooblivionfromtheirworthlessness。
Indeference，perhaps，tothenotionsofMr。Bracebridge，hehad
madediligentinvestigationsintothefestiveritesandholiday
customsofformertimes；andhadbeenaszealousintheinquiryas
ifhehadbeenabooncompanion；butitwasmerelywiththat
ploddingspiritwithwhichmenofadusttemperamentfollowupany
trackofstudy，merelybecauseitisdenominatedlearning；indifferent
toitsintrinsicnature，whetheritbetheillustrationofthewisdom，
oroftheribaldryandobscenityofantiquity。Hehadporedoverthese
oldvolumessointensely，thattheyseemedtohavebeenreflectedin
hiscountenance；which，ifthefacebeindeedanindexofthemind，
mightbecomparedtoatitle—pageofblackletter。
Onreachingthechurchporch，wefoundtheparsonrebukingthe
gray—headedsextonforhavingusedmistletoeamongthegreenswith
whichthechurchwasdecorated。Itwas，heobserved，anunholy
plant，profanedbyhavingbeenusedbytheDruidsintheirmystic
ceremonies；andthoughitmightbeinnocentlyemployedinthe
festiveornamentingofhallsandkitchens，yetithadbeendeemedby
theFathersoftheChurchasunhallowed，andtotallyunfitfor
sacredpurposes。Sotenaciouswasheonthispoint，thatthepoor
sextonwasobligedtostripdownagreatpartofthehumbletrophies
ofhistaste，beforetheparsonwouldconsenttoenteruponthe
serviceoftheday。
Theinteriorofthechurchwasvenerablebutsimple；onthewalls
wereseveralmuralmonumentsoftheBracebridges，andjustbeside
thealtarwasatombofancientworkmanship，onwhichlaytheeffigy
ofawarriorinarmor，withhislegscrossed，asignofhishaving
beenacrusader。Iwastolditwasoneofthefamilywhohad
signalizedhimselfintheHolyLand，andthesamewhosepicturehung
overthefireplaceinthehall。
Duringservice，MasterSimonstoodupinthepew，andrepeatedthe
responsesveryaudibly；evincingthatkindofceremoniousdevotion
punctuallyobservedbyagentlemanoftheoldschool，andamanofold
familyconnections。Iobservedtoothatheturnedovertheleavesofa
folioprayer—bookwithsomethingofaflourish；possiblytoshowoff
anenormousseal—ringwhichenrichedoneofhisfingers，andwhichhad
thelookofafamilyrelic。Buthewasevidentlymostsolicitousabout
themusicalpartoftheservice，keepinghiseyefixedintentlyonthe
choir，andbeatingtimewithmuchgesticulationandemphasis。
Theorchestrawasinasmallgallery，andpresentedamostwhimsical
groupingofheads，piledoneabovetheother，amongwhichI
particularlynoticedthatofthevillagetailor，apalefellowwith
aretreatingforeheadandchin，whoplayedontheclarionet，and
seemedtohaveblownhisfacetoapoint；andtherewasanother，a
shortpursyman，stoopingandlaboringatabass—viol，soastoshow
nothingbutthetopofaroundbaldhead，liketheeggofan
ostrich。Thereweretwoorthreeprettyfacesamongthefemale
singers，towhichthekeenairofafrostymorninghadgivena
brightrosytint；butthegentlemenchoristershadevidentlybeen
chosen，likeoldCremonafiddles，morefortonethanlooks；andas
severalhadtosingfromthesamebook，therewereclusteringsof
oddphysiognomies，notunlikethosegroupsofcherubswesometimessee
oncountrytombstones。
Theusualservicesofthechoirweremanagedtolerablywell，the
vocalpartsgenerallylaggingalittlebehindtheinstrumental，and
someloiteringfiddlernowandthenmakingupforlosttimeby
travellingoverapassagewithprodigiouscelerity，andclearing
morebarsthanthekeenestfox—huntertobeinatthedeath。Butthe
greattrialwasananthemthathadbeenpreparedandarrangedby
MasterSimon，andonwhichhehadfoundedgreatexpectation。Unluckily
therewasablunderattheveryoutset；themusiciansbecameflurried；
MasterSimonwasinafever；everythingwentonlamelyand
irregularlyuntiltheycametoachorusbeginning\"Nowletussing
withoneaccord，\"whichseemedtobeasignalforpartingcompany：all
becamediscordandconfusion；eachshiftedforhimself，andgottothe
endaswell，or，rather，assoonashecould，exceptingoneold
choristerinapairofhornspectacles，bestridingandpinchingalong
sonorousnose；whohappenedtostandalittleapart，and，being
wrappedupinhisownmelody，keptonaquaveringcourse，wriggling
hishead，oglinghisbook，andwindingallupbyanasalsoloofat
leastthreebars’duration。