e sport of fortune and slander--destined
to be driven forth unconvicted--unheard--untouch'd--if so, why did I
not stay at Strasburg, where justice--but I had sworn! Come, thou
shalt drink--to St. Nicolas--O Julia!--What dost thou prick up thy ears
at?--'tis nothing but a man, &c.

The stranger rode on communing in this manner with his mule and
Julia--till he arrived at his inn, where, as soon as he arrived, he
alighted--saw his mule, as he had promised it, taken good care of--took
off his cloak-bag, with his crimson-sattin breeches, &c. in it--called
for an omelet to his supper, went to his bed about twelve o'clock, and
in five minutes fell fast asleep.

It was about the same hour when the tumult in Strasburg being abated for
that night,--the Strasburgers had all got quietly into their beds--but
not like the stranger, for the rest either of their minds or bodies;
queen Mab, like an elf as she was, had taken the stranger's nose, and
without reduction of its bulk, had that night been at the pains of
slitting and dividing it into as many noses of different cuts and
fashions, as there were heads in Strasburg to hold them. The abbess of
Quedlingberg, who with the four great dignitaries of her chapter, the
prioress, the deaness, the sub-chantress, and senior canonness, had
that week come to Strasburg to consult the university upon a case of
conscience relating to their placket-holes--was ill all the night.

The courteous stranger's nose had got perched upon the top of the pineal
gland of her brain, and made such rousing work in the fancies of the
four great dignitaries of her chapter, they could not get a wink of
sleep the whole night thro' for it--there was no keeping a limb still
amongst them--in short, they got up like so many ghosts.

The penitentiaries of the third order of saint Francis--the nuns
of mount Calvary--the Praemonstratenses--the Clunienses (Hafen
Slawkenbergius means the Benedictine nuns of Cluny, founded in the
year 940, by Odo, abbe de Cluny.)--the Carthusians, and all the severer
orders of nuns, who lay that night in blankets or hair-cloth, were still
in a worse condition than the abbess of Quedlingberg--by tumbling and
tossing, and tossing and tumbling from one side of their beds to the
other the whole night long--the several sisterhoods had scratch'd and
maul'd themselves all to death--they got out of their beds almost flay'd
alive--every body thought saint Antony had visited them for probation
with