I call not upon that heart which is a stranger to the throbs and yearnings of curiosity, so excited, to justify the abbess of Quedlingberg , the prioress, the deaness, and sub-chantress, for sending at noonday for the trumpeter’s wife: she went through the streets of Strasburg with her husband’s trumpet in her hand,⸺the best apparatus the straitness of the time would allow her, for the illustration of her theory—she stayed no longer than three days.
The sentinel and bandy-legg’d drummer!⸺nothing on this side of old Athens could equal them! they read their lectures under the city-gates to comers and goers, with all the pomp of a Chrysippus and a Crantor in their porticos.
The master of the inn, with his ostler on his left-hand, read his also in the same stile—under the portico or gateway of his stable-yard—his wife, hers more privately in a back room: all flocked to their lectures; not promiscuously—but to this or that, as is ever the way, as faith and credulity marshal’d them⸺in a word, each Strasburger came crouding