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The Brass Thumb.
THE BRASS THUMB .
BY HARG-RAVE JENNINGS . " Deor de nuwt wol yte , motze ki-eeke . " Old Friesland Proverb . " Die de noot vril eetenmoetze kraaken "
, . Dutch Saying . AMONGST other odd pieces and snips of old-world literature and out-of-the-way dusty moralities , we found , when we were looking for something similar , the above two
ponderouslooking , but , when understood , brilliant and suggestive sayings . We will not so ill compliment our readers as to suppose that they are unable to translate them ; and we beg to assure them they will be rewarded if they attempt it . So aptly did they assort with our purpose , that it was with a certain gladness and singleness of heartof which we feel
, the benefit yet , we gathered them instanter , like choice flowers out of the quaint Low Dutch literary garden . Marking them for our own , we transferred them to their present place , the caput , head , or beginning of our singular , but veritable history .
Hard must his heart be who refuses to sympathize in the dejection and discomfiture of spirit which accompanied that worthy Dutchman ( reader , thou knowest him not , but we do ) Hans Hobbler . That evil destiny which will happen to most men , and , as accords with common observation , most severely when they are least warned or prepared for it , chanced to
Hans . He was an honest thriving trader of the good town of Leyden , a brother of its reverend guild of brewers , and a man , as they call it , well to do . Remorseless indeed must the deity have been , and gratuitously mischievous , when Cupid lay in wait for him . But he who levels all things from the castle to the cot , and jostles everybody , and tumbles
down alike the crown of the emperor and the cap of the peasant , was not likely to overlook the sturdy Mynheer Hans Hobbler . The god of love , in truth , had for some time hacl
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Brass Thumb.
THE BRASS THUMB .
BY HARG-RAVE JENNINGS . " Deor de nuwt wol yte , motze ki-eeke . " Old Friesland Proverb . " Die de noot vril eetenmoetze kraaken "
, . Dutch Saying . AMONGST other odd pieces and snips of old-world literature and out-of-the-way dusty moralities , we found , when we were looking for something similar , the above two
ponderouslooking , but , when understood , brilliant and suggestive sayings . We will not so ill compliment our readers as to suppose that they are unable to translate them ; and we beg to assure them they will be rewarded if they attempt it . So aptly did they assort with our purpose , that it was with a certain gladness and singleness of heartof which we feel
, the benefit yet , we gathered them instanter , like choice flowers out of the quaint Low Dutch literary garden . Marking them for our own , we transferred them to their present place , the caput , head , or beginning of our singular , but veritable history .
Hard must his heart be who refuses to sympathize in the dejection and discomfiture of spirit which accompanied that worthy Dutchman ( reader , thou knowest him not , but we do ) Hans Hobbler . That evil destiny which will happen to most men , and , as accords with common observation , most severely when they are least warned or prepared for it , chanced to
Hans . He was an honest thriving trader of the good town of Leyden , a brother of its reverend guild of brewers , and a man , as they call it , well to do . Remorseless indeed must the deity have been , and gratuitously mischievous , when Cupid lay in wait for him . But he who levels all things from the castle to the cot , and jostles everybody , and tumbles
down alike the crown of the emperor and the cap of the peasant , was not likely to overlook the sturdy Mynheer Hans Hobbler . The god of love , in truth , had for some time hacl