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The stranger had not got half a league on his way towards Frankfort, before all the city of Strasburg was in an uproar about his nose. The Compline-bells were just ringing to call the Strasburgers to their devotions, and shut up the duties of the day in prayer : ---- no soul in all Strasburg heard 'em -- the city was like a swarm of bees ---- men, women, and children (the Compline-bells tinkling all the time) flying here and there -- in at one door, out at another -- this way and that way -- long ways and cross ways -- up one street, down another street -- in at this ally, out at that ---- did you see it ? did you see it ? did you see it ? O ! did you see it ? -- who saw it ? who did see it ? for mercy's sake, who saw it ? Alack o'day ! I was at vespers ! ---- I was washing, I was starching, I was scouring, |
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scouring, I was quilting -- GOD help me ! I never saw it -- I never touch'd it ! ---- would I had been a centinel, a bandy- leg'd drummer, a trumpeter, a trumpe- ter's wife, was the general cry and la- mentation in every street and corner of Strasburg. Whilst all this confusion and disorder triumphed throughout the great city of Strasburg, was the courteous stranger go- ing on as gently upon his mule in his way to Frankfort, as if he had had no concern at all in the affair -- talking all the way he rode in broken sentences, sometimes to his mule -- sometimes to himself ---- sometimes to his Julia. O Julia, my lovely Julia ! -- nay I cannot stop to let thee bite that thistle -- that ever the suspected tongue of a rival should have C 4 robbed |
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robbed me of enjoyment when I was upon the point of tasting it. -- -- Pugh ! -- 'tis nothing but a thistle -- never mind it -- thou shalt have a better supper at night. -- ---- Banish'd from my country -- my friends -- from thee. -- Poor devil, thou'rt sadly tired with thy journey ! -- come -- get on a little faster -- there's nothing in my cloak-bag but two shirts -- a crimson-sattin pair of breeches, and a fringed -- Dear Julia ! -- But why to Frankfort ? -- is it that there is a hand unfelt, which secretly is conducting me through these meanders and unsuspected tracts ? -- -- Stumbling ! |
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-- Stumbling ! by saint Nicolas ! every step ---- why, at this rate we shall be all night in getting in ------ -- To happiness -- or am I to be the sport of fortune and slander -- destined to be driven forth unconvicted -- unheard -- untouched ---- if so, why did I not stay at Strasburg, where justice ---- but I had sworn ! -- Come, thou shalt drink -- to St. Nicolas -- O Julia ! ---- What dost thou prick up thy ears at ? -- 'tis nothing but a man, &c. ------ The stranger rode on communing in this manner with his mule and Julia -- till he arrived at his inn, where, as soon as he arrived, he alighted -- saw his mule, as he had promised it, taken good care of ---- took off his cloak-bag, with his crimson-sattin breeches, &c. in it ---- called |
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called for an omelet to his supper, went to his bed about twelve o'clock, and in five minutes fell fast asleep. It was about the same hour when the tumult in Strasburg being abated for that night, ---- the Strasburgers had all got quietly into their beds -- but not like the stranger, for the rest either of their minds or bodies ; queen Mab, like an elf as she was, had taken the stranger's nose, and without reduction of its bulk, had that night been at the pains of slitting and dividing it into as many noses of different cuts and fashions, as there were heads in Strasburg to hold them. The abbess of Quedlingberg, who, with the four great dignitaries of her chapter, the prioress, the deaness, the sub-chan- tress, and senior canoness, had that week come to Strasburg to consult the university upon |
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upon a case of conscience relating to their placket holes -- was ill all the night. The courteous stranger's nose had got perched upon the top of the pineal gland of her brain, and made such rousing work in the fancies of the four great dignitaries of her chapter, they could not get a wink of sleep the whole night thro' for it ---- there was no keeping a limb still amongst them -- in short, they got up like so many ghosts. The penitentiaries of the third order of saint Francis ---- the nuns of mount Calvary -- the Præmonstratenses ---- the Clunienses * -- the Carthusians, and all the severer orders of nuns who lay that night in blankets or hair-cloth, were still in * Hafen Slawkenbergius means the Benedictine nuns of Cluny, founded in the year 940, by Odo, abbé de Cluny. |
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in a worse condition than the abbess of Quedlingberg -- by tumbling and tossing, and tossing and tumbling from one side of their beds to the other the whole night long -- the several sisterhoods had scratch'd and mawl'd themselves all to death -- they got out of their beds almost flead alive -- every body thought saint Antony had visited them for probation with his fire ---- they had never once, in short, shut their eyes the whole night long from vespers to matins. The nuns of saint Ursula acted the wisest -- they never attempted to go to bed at all. The dean of Strasburg, the prebenda- ries, the capitulars and domiciliars (ca- pitularly assembled in the morning to con- sider the case of butter'd buns) all wished 1 they |
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they had followed the nuns of saint Ursula's example. ---- In the hurry and confusion every thing had been in the night before, the bakers had all forgot to lay their leaven -- there were no but- ter'd buns to be had for breakfast in all Strasburg -- the whole close of the cathe- dral was in one eternal commotion -- such a cause of restlessness and disquietude, and such a zealous inquiry into the cause of that restlessness, had never hap- pened in Strasburg, since Martin Luther, with his doctrines, had turned the city up-side down. If the stranger's nose took this liberty of thrusting itself thus into the dishes * of religious * Mr. Shandy's compliments to orators -- is very sensible that Slawkenbergius has here changed his metaphor -- which he is very guilty of ; -- that as a translator, Mr. Shandy has all along done what he could to make him stick to it -- but that here 'twas impossible. |
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religious orders, &c. what a carnival did his nose make of it, in those of the laity ! -- 'tis more than my pen, worn to the stump as it is, has power to describe ; tho' I acknowledge, (cries Slawkenbergius, with more gaiety of thought than I could have expected from him) that there is many a good simile now subsisting in the world which might give my countrymen some idea of it ; but at the close of such a folio as this, wrote for their sakes, and in which I have spent the greatest part of my life -- tho' I own to them the simile is in being, yet would it not be unreason- able in them to expect I should have ei- ther time or inclination to search for it ? Let it suffice to say, that the riot and dis- order it occasioned in the Strasburgers fan- tacies was so general -- such an overpow- ering mastership had it got of all the faculties of the Strasburgers minds -- so many |
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many strange things, with equal confi- dence on all sides, and with equal eloquence in all places, were spoken and sworn to concerning it, that turned the whole stream of all discourse and wonder to- wards it -- every soul, good and bad -- rich and poor -- learned and unlearned -- doctor and student -- mistress and maid -- gentle and simple -- nun's flesh and wo- man's flesh in Strasburg spent their time in hearing tidings about it -- every eye in Strasburg languished to see it ---- every finger -- every thumb in Strasburg burned to touch it. Now what might add, if any thing may be thought necessary to add to so vehement a desire -- was this, that the centinel, the bandy-legg'd drummer, the trumpeter, the trumpeter's wife, the burgo-master's widow, the master of the 1 inn, |
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inn, and the master of the inn's wife, how widely soever they all differed every one from another in their testimonies and descriptions of the stranger's nose -- they all agreed together in two points -- namely, that he was gone to Frankfort, and would not return to Strasburg till that day month ; and secondly, whether his nose was true or false, that the stran- ger himself was one of the most perfect paragons of beauty -- the finest made man ! -- the most genteel ! -- the most generous of his purse -- the most courteous in his carriage that had ever entered the gates of Strasburg -- that as he rode, with his scymetar slung loosely to his wrist, thro' the streets -- and walked with his crimson- sattin breeches across the parade -- 'twas with so sweet an air of careless modesty, and so manly withal -- as would have put the heart in jeopardy (had his nose not stood |
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stood in his way) of every virgin who had cast her eyes upon him. 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 subchantress for sending at noon-day 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 staid no longer than three days. The centinel and the 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 VOL. IV. D of |
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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 Stras- burger came crouding for intelligence -- and every Strasburger had the intelligence he wanted. 'Tis worth remarking, for the benefit of all demonstrators in natural philoso- phy, &c. that as soon as the trumpeter's wife had finished the abbess of Quedlin- berg's private lecture, and had begun to read in public, which she did upon a stool |
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stool in the middle of the great parade -- she incommoded the other demonstrators mainly, by gaining incontinently the most fashionable part of the city of Stras- burg for her auditory -- But when a de- monstrator in philosophy (cries Slawken- bergius) has a trumpet for an apparatus, pray what rival in science can pretend to be heard besides him ? Whilst the unlearned, thro' these con- duits of intelligence, were all busied in getting down to the bottom of the well, where TRUTH keeps her little court -- were the learned in their way as busy in pumping her up thro' the conduits of dialect induction -- they concerned them- selves not with facts -- they reasoned -- Not one profession had thrown more light upon this subject than the faculty -- D 2 had |
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had not all their disputes about it run into the affair of Wens and oedematous swel- lings, they could not keep clear of them for their bloods and souls -- the stranger's nose had nothing to do either with wens or oedematous swellings. It was demonstrated however very sa- tisfactorily, that such a ponderous mass of heterogenious matter could not be con- gested and conglomerated to the nose, whilst the infant was in Utero, without destroying the statical balance of the foetus, and throwing it plump upon its head nine months before the time. ---- -- The opponents granted the theory -- they denied the consequences. And if a suitable provision of veins, arteries, &c. said they, was not laid in, for |
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for the due nourishment of such a nose, in the very first stamina and rudiments of its formation before it came into the world (bating the case of Wens) it could not regularly grow and be sustained af- terwards. This was all answered by a dissertation upon nutriment, and the effect which nutriment had in extending the vessels, and in the increase and prolongation of the muscular parts to the greatest growth and expansion imaginable -- In the tri- umph of which theory, they went so far as to affirm, that there was no cause in nature, why a nose might not grow to the size of the man himself. The respondents satisfied the world this event could never happen to them so long as a man had but one stomach and D 3 one |
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one pair of lungs -- For the stomach, said they, being the only organ destined for the reception of food, and turning it into chyle, -- and the lungs the only engine of sanguification -- it could possibly work off no more, than what the appetite brought it : or admitting the possibility of a man's overloading his stomach, nature had set bounds however to his lungs -- the engine was of a determined size and strength, and could elaborate but a certain quantity in a given time -- that is, it could produce just as much blood as was sufficient for one single man, and no more ; so that, if there was as much nose as man -- they proved a mortification must necessarily ensue ; and forasmuch as there could not be a support for both, that the nose must either fall off from the man, or the man inevitably fall off from his nose. Nature |
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Nature accommodates herself to these emergencies, cried the opponents -- else what do you say to the case of a whole stomach -- a whole pair of lungs, and but half a man, when both his legs have been unfortunately shot off ? -- He dies of a plethora, said they -- or must spit blood, and in a fortnight or three weeks go off in a consumption -- -- It happens otherways -- replied the opponents. ---- It ought not, said they. The more curious and intimate inqui- rers after nature and her doings, though they went hand in hand a good way to- gether, yet they all divided about the nose at last, almost as much as the fa- culty itself. D 4 They |