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The stranger had just taken three turns upon the parade, when he perceived the trumpeter's wife at the opposite side of it so turning short, in pain lest his nose should be attempted, he instantly went back to his inn undressed himself, packed up his crimson-sattin breeches, &c. in his cloak-bag, and called for his mule.
"The sound of the trumpeter's voice, the sight of his uniform, or the clang of his trumpet, was sufficient to throw this animal into a state of excitement, and he appeared to be pleased and happy only when under the saddle of his rider.
And since he never did any work he thought it was a shame that he should be rudely awakened in such a fashion. At home, however, he did not mention his grievance to anyone. But he talked the matter over with a number of his friends outside the family. And one and all agreed that something ought to be done to put a stop to the trumpeter's noise. "Why don't you have a pleasant talk with her?"
The world, if it had known, would have been delighted to stand before the clock and admire it volubly, by the day. But it had no inkling of the trumpeter's importance, and, when it came to visit Mrs. Oakley, was apt to waste its time showering compliments on the obvious beauties of the queens of the collection.
'Tis as soft as a flute, said she. 'Tis brass, said the trumpeter. 'Tis a pudding's end, said his wife. I tell thee again, said the trumpeter, 'tis a brazen nose, I'll know the bottom of it, said the trumpeter's wife, for I will touch it with my finger before I sleep.
The woman is carried into a lonely, little back room, and laid upon a cot, which, with two wooden chairs, constitutes its furniture. And while the policeman goes in search of medical aid, the host of the Trumpeter's bestirs himself right manfully in the forthcoming of a stimulant. The stranger, meanwhile, lends himself to the care of the forlorn sufferer with the gentleness of a woman.
"It reminds me," said Vincenz, "of that delightful meal in Katzenberger's Badereise, and of the poor exciseman who has almost to choke himself with the bites of food which are slid to him over the 'Trumpeter's muscle, the Buccinator, although that scene would not be of much service to Sylvester for a new piece."
She found plenty to do; for the young men liked to have their things brought home by a lovely little person like the trumpeter's wife, in her neat fresh attire. A special friendship soon established itself between her and Trautvetter. She looked upon the plump volunteer as a good-natured person, who did not, at any rate now, show any of the evil characteristics imputed to him by her husband.
The sound of the trumpeter's voice, the sight of his uniform, or the twang of his trumpet, was sufficient to throw this animal into a state of the greatest excitement; and he appeared to be pleased and happy only when under the saddle of his rider.
"The Work-house is the place for her," he continues, gruffly. A sight at the stranger's well-filled purse, however, and a few shillings slipped into the host's hand, secures his generosity and the woman's admittance. "Indeed," says the host, bowing most servilely, "gentlemen, the whole Trumpeter's Arms is at your service."
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