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The Dwarfs' Tailor, By Appointment.
THE DWARFS' TAILOR , BY APPOINTMENT .
FIIOM THE GERMAN . A VERY long time ago there dwelt in the fine old city of Aix-la-Chapelle , a tailor—and indeed such artists are not wanting there in the present day—for albeit modern costume may lay claim to a greater simplicity those skilled in the tailor's art are not prone to undervalue its mysteriesor
, to promote its exercise by the uninitiated . Master Caspar , the tailor alluded to , possessed the especial privilege of preparing in his workshop , the stable-clothing and liveries for the imperial horses and servants , and , as may be imagined , he prided himself in no mean degree upon this privilege . Truly when seated on his board , with
his pointed white cap on his head , he brandished his ell measure like a sceptre , there were some who did not scruple to affirm that Master Caspar felt himself as great as the Emperor himself . Now he was but a little shrivelled fellow , nevertheless he received an almost incredible amount of respect from all , especially from his work-people and apprentices , which was the more surprising as he never
scolded or contended with them , but , if occasion prompted , only raised his little thin , creaking voice , in order blandly to acquaint his journeymen that ihey were all rogues and thorough-paced rascals . It was remarkable how diligent and orderly the wildest and most daring apprentice became after working for a
short time in Master Caspar ' s shop—the idle became industrious , and those who preferred relating stories or singing songs to making stitches , in a short time appeared to have entirely lost their memory , and were in addition mute as fishes . This excellent training might be attributable to a severe master , but there were some who maintained that
the apprentices were rather inclined to laugh when they heard an oration pronounced by the little dry old man with the cracked voice , than to observe his directions , and that another divinity presided in the house , who possessed the power of controlling the mutinous spirits of the tailors . This was none other than the young daughter of Master Caspar , who , his wife being dead , regulated his domestic affairs . All came under her tutelary care , —the table was
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Dwarfs' Tailor, By Appointment.
THE DWARFS' TAILOR , BY APPOINTMENT .
FIIOM THE GERMAN . A VERY long time ago there dwelt in the fine old city of Aix-la-Chapelle , a tailor—and indeed such artists are not wanting there in the present day—for albeit modern costume may lay claim to a greater simplicity those skilled in the tailor's art are not prone to undervalue its mysteriesor
, to promote its exercise by the uninitiated . Master Caspar , the tailor alluded to , possessed the especial privilege of preparing in his workshop , the stable-clothing and liveries for the imperial horses and servants , and , as may be imagined , he prided himself in no mean degree upon this privilege . Truly when seated on his board , with
his pointed white cap on his head , he brandished his ell measure like a sceptre , there were some who did not scruple to affirm that Master Caspar felt himself as great as the Emperor himself . Now he was but a little shrivelled fellow , nevertheless he received an almost incredible amount of respect from all , especially from his work-people and apprentices , which was the more surprising as he never
scolded or contended with them , but , if occasion prompted , only raised his little thin , creaking voice , in order blandly to acquaint his journeymen that ihey were all rogues and thorough-paced rascals . It was remarkable how diligent and orderly the wildest and most daring apprentice became after working for a
short time in Master Caspar ' s shop—the idle became industrious , and those who preferred relating stories or singing songs to making stitches , in a short time appeared to have entirely lost their memory , and were in addition mute as fishes . This excellent training might be attributable to a severe master , but there were some who maintained that
the apprentices were rather inclined to laugh when they heard an oration pronounced by the little dry old man with the cracked voice , than to observe his directions , and that another divinity presided in the house , who possessed the power of controlling the mutinous spirits of the tailors . This was none other than the young daughter of Master Caspar , who , his wife being dead , regulated his domestic affairs . All came under her tutelary care , —the table was