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Updated: September 10, 2025


"I wonder what a farmer-woman can want with a harpsichord, dulcimer, pianner, or whatever 'tis they d'call it?" said the maltster. "Liddy saith she've a new one." "Got a pianner?" "Ay. Seems her old uncle's things were not good enough for her. She've bought all but everything new.

"A clane cup for the shepherd," said the maltster commandingly. "No not at all," said Gabriel, in a reproving tone of considerateness. "I never fuss about dirt in its pure state, and when I know what sort it is." Taking the mug he drank an inch or more from the depth of its contents, and duly passed it to the next man.

The bookworm, the Colonel, the historian, the Vice-president, the churchwarden, the two curates, the gentleman-tradesman, the sentimental member, the crimson maltster, the quiet gentleman, the man of family, the Spark, and several others, quite agreed, and begged that he would recall something of the kind.

The maltster, being know pacified, was even generous enough to voluntarily disparage in a slight degree the virtue of having lived a great many years, by mentioning that the cup they were drinking out of was three years older than he.

There was no disbelieving the report any longer. Troy's face was almost close to the pane, and he was looking in. Not only was he looking in, but he appeared to have been arrested by a conversation which was in progress in the malt-house, the voices of the interlocutors being those of Oak and the maltster. "The spree is all in her honour, isn't it hey?" said the old man.

Rembrandt Van Rhyn is said to have been born near Leyden about 1606 or 1608, for there is a doubt as to the exact date. His father was a miller or maltster, and there is a theory that Rembrandt acquired some of his effects of light and shade from the impressions made upon him during his life in the mill.

"Crooked folk will last a long while." said the maltster, grimly, and not in the best humour. "Shepherd would like to hear the pedigree of yer life, father wouldn't ye, shepherd? "Ay that I should." said Gabriel with the heartiness of a man who had longed to hear it for several months. "What may your age be, malter?"

But I have my depths; ha, and even my great depths! I might gird at a certain shepherd, brain to brain. But no O no!" "A strange old piece, ye say!" interposed the maltster, in a querulous voice. "At the same time ye be no old man worth naming no old man at all. Yer teeth bain't half gone yet; and what's a old man's standing if se be his teeth bain't gone?

"'Tis a' awkward gift for a man, poor soul." said the maltster. "And ye have suffered from it a long time, we know." "Ay ever since I was a boy. Yes mother was concerned to her heart about it yes. But twas all nought." "Did ye ever go into the world to try and stop it, Joseph Poorgrass?" "Oh ay, tried all sorts o' company.

"I know my friend Mr. Rumbald," I said. This appeared to give the greatest pleasure to the maltster. He laughed aloud, and beat me on the back; but his eyes were fierce for all his merriment. I felt that this would be no easy enemy to have. "Mr. Mallock knows me," he said, "and I know Mr. Mallock. I assure you, gentlemen, you can speak freely before Mr. Mallock."

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