``Why, it rather encroaches on my respected predecessor's fame for prudence and wisdom--_Sed semel insanivimus omnes_--everybody has played the fool in their turn.It is said, my ancestor, during his apprenticeship with the descendant of old Faust, whom popular tradition hath sent to the devil under the name of Faustus, was attracted by a paltry slip of womankind, his master's daughter, called Bertha--they broke rings, or went through some idiotical ceremony, as is usual on such idle occasions as the plighting of a true-love troth, and Aldobrand set out on his journey through Germany, as became an honest _hand-werker;_ for such was the custom of mechanics at that time, to make a tour through the empire, and work at their trade for a time in each of the most eminent towns, before they finally settled themselves for life.It was a wise custom; for, as such travellers were received like brethren in each town by those of their own handicraft, they were sure, in every case, to have the means either of gaining or communicating knowledge.
When my ancestor returned to Nuremburg, he is said to have found his old master newly dead, and two or three gallant young suitors, some of them half-starved sprigs of nobility forsooth, in pursuit of the _Yung-fraw_ Bertha, whose father was understood to have bequeathed her a dowry which might weigh against sixteen armorial quarters.But Bertha, not a bad sample of womankind, had made a vow she would only marry that man who would work her father's press.The skill, at that time, was as rare as wonderful; besides that the expedient rid her at once of most of her _gentle_ suitors, who would have as soon wielded a conjuring wand as a composing stick.Some of the more ordinary typographers made the attempt: but none were sufficiently possessed of the mystery--But I tire you.''
``By no means; pray, proceed, Mr.Oldbuck--I listen with uncommon interest.''
``Ah! it is all folly.However--Aldobrand arrived in the ordinary dress, as we would say, of a journeyman printer--the same in which he had traversed Germany, and conversed with Luther, Melancthon, Erasmus, and other learned men, who disdained not his knowledge, and the power he possessed of diffusing it, though hid under a garb so homely.But what appeared respectable in the eyes of wisdom, religion, learning, and philosophy, seemed mean, as might readily be supposed, and disgusting, in those of silly and affected womankind, and Bertha refused to acknowledge her former lover, in the torn doublet, skin cap, clouted shoes, and leathern apron, of a travelling handicraftsman or mechanic.He claimed his privilege, however, of being admitted to a trial; and when the rest of the suitors had either declined the contest, or made such work as the devil could not read if his pardon depended on it, all eyes were bent on the stranger.Aldobrand stepped gracefully forward, arranged the types without omission of a single letter, hyphen, or comma, imposed them without deranging a single space, and pulled off the first proof as clear and free from errors, as if it had been a triple revise! All applauded the worthy successor of the immortal Faustus--the blushing maiden acknowledged her error in trusting to the eye more than the intellect--and the elected bridegroom thenceforward chose for his impress or device the appropriate words, `_Skill wins favour._'
--But what is the matter with you?--you are in a brown study! Come, I told you this was but trumpery conversation for thinking people--and now I have my hand on the Ossianic Controversy.''
``I beg your pardon,'' said Lovel; ``I am going to appear very silly and changeable in your eyes, Mr.Oldbuck--but you seemed to think Sir Arthur might in civility expect a call from me?''
``Psha! psha! I can make your apology; and if you must leave us so soon as you say, what signifies how you stand in his honours good graces?--And I warn you that the Essay on Castrametation is something prolix, and will occupy the time we can spare after dinner, so you may lose the Ossianic Controversy if we do not dedicate this morning to it.We will go out to my ever-green bower, my sacred holly-tree yonder, and have it _fronde super viridi._``Sing heigh-ho! heigh-ho! for the green holly, Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
But, egad,'' continued the old gentleman, ``when I look closer at you, I begin to think you may be of a different opinion.Amen with all my heart--I quarrel with no man's hobby, if he does not run it a tilt against mine, and if he does--let him beware his eyes.What say you?--in the language of the world and worldlings base, if you can condescend to so mean a sphere, shall we stay or go?''
``In the language of selfishness, then, which is of course the language of the world--let us go by all means.''
``Amen, amen, quo' the Earl Marshall,'' answered Oldbuck, as he exchanged his slippers for a pair of stout walking shoes, with _cutikins,_ as he called them, of black cloth.He only interrupted the walk by a slight deviation to the tomb of John o'
