The chuck farthing of street urchins has quite as much dignity.

He compared the creatures dabbling, over the board to summer flies on butcher's meat, periodically scared by a cloth.
More in the abstract, they were snatching at a snapdragon bowl.

It struck him, that the gamblers had thronged on an invitation to drink the round of seed-time and harvest in a gulp.

Again they were desperate gleaners, hopping, skipping, bleeding, amid a whizz of scythe-blades, for small wisps of booty.

Nor was it long before the presidency of an ancient hoary Goat-Satan might be perceived, with skew-eyes and pucker-mouth, nursing a hoof on a knee.
Our mediaeval Enemy sat symbolical in his deformities, as in old Italian and Dutch thick-line engravings of him.