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"Come, you Roundpoll," he continued "come, you Geneva mumbler, here is a cup for you to wash down the dust of your dry thoughts. Drink, I give you 'The King." Evander gazed steadfastly at the irate gentleman and made no motion to take the wine. Brilliana, from where she stood, watching him curiously, wrestled with a reluctant admiration of his carriage.
It was twice seen on the roof of the stable where that sour-faced, evil-eyed old mumbler, Jean Beaugrand, kept his horse, Sans Souci a beast that, spite of its hundred years or more, could and did leap every wall in Detroit, even the twelve-foot stockade of the fort, to steal corn and watermelons, and that had been seen in the same barn, sitting at a table, playing seven-up with his master, and drinking a liquor that looked like melted brass.
One Latin rhyme distinguishes carefully between the contents of his sack: 'These are they who wickedly corrupt the holy psalms: the dangler, the gasper, the leaper, the galloper, the dragger, the mumbler, the fore-skipper, the fore-runner and the over-leaper: Tittivillus collecteth the fragments of these men's words. Indeed, a holy Cistercian abbot once interviewed the poor little devil himself and heard about his alarming industry; this is the story as it is told in The Myroure of Oure Ladye, written for the delectation of the nuns of Syon in the fifteenth century: 'We read of a holy Abbot of the order of Citeaux that while he stood in the choir at matins he saw a fiend that had a long and great poke hanging about his neck and went about the choir from one to another and waited busily after all letters and syllables and words and failings that any made; and them he gathered diligently and put them in his poke.
It was twice seen on the roof of the stable where that sour-faced, evil-eyed old mumbler, Jean Beaugrand, kept his horse, Sans Souci a beast that, spite of its hundred years or more, could and did leap every wall in Detroit, even the twelve-foot stockade of the fort, to steal corn and watermelons, and that had been seen in the same barn, sitting at a table, playing seven-up with his master, and drinking a liquor that looked like melted brass.
"You'll make a good Christian, no doubt," he continued; "the independent man, who thinks for himself, reasons his way to his principles, and sticks fast to them, is sure to be true to whatever system he embraces. You have been so consistent a philosopher, that I am sure you will make a steady Christian. You're not the man to be led by the nose by a sophistical mumbler.
Yet do I love life the better, therefore, and I have read that 'to despise gold is to be rich." BELTANE. "Do all bowmen read, then?" BOWMAN. "Why look ye, brother, I am not what I was aforetime non sum quails eram I was bred a shaveling, a mumbler, a be-gowned do-nothing brother, I was a monk, but the flesh and the devil made of me a bowman, heigho so wags the world!
The red-beard filled a large beaker, and offered it first to a forger and his fettered companion, then he approached Pentaur, and whispered: "Do not drink any-keep awake!" As he was going to warn the physician too, one of his companions came between them, and offering his tankard to Nebsecht said: "Here mumbler, drink; see him pull! His stuttering mouth is spry enough for drinking!"
The red-beard filled a large beaker, and offered it first to a forger and his fettered companion, then he approached Pentaur, and whispered: "Do not drink any-keep awake!" As he was going to warn the physician too, one of his companions came between them, and offering his tankard to Nebsecht said: "Here mumbler, drink; see him pull! His stuttering mouth is spry enough for drinking!"
He took his turn as preacher in the Schlosskirche, which was the School Chapel, and when he preached the place was crowded. He was something more than a monotonous mumbler of words: he made his addresses personal, direct, critical. His allusions were local, and contained a deal of wholesome criticism put with pith and point, well seasoned with a goodly dash of rough and surprising wit.
"Will some honorable mumbler state the subject of this 'ere meetin'?" says Chair, a little bashful and confused. Bill Tarbox advanced, and, with a formal bow, began, "Mr. Chairman" "Say, 'Mr. Tarbox has the floor," piped Perry. "Mr. Tarbox has the floor," diapasoned the Chair. "Mr. Chairman and Gentlemen" Bill began, and stopped.
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