Goodnight, or rather good morrow, till day peep; and the first who wakes calls up the other." Thus parted the two burghers.

The glover retired to his bed, and, it is to be supposed, to rest.

The lover was not so fortunate.

His bodily frame easily bore the fatigue which he had encountered in the course of the night, but his mind was of a different and more delicate mould.

In one point of view, he was but the stout burgher of his period, proud alike of his art in making weapons and wielding them when made; his professional jealousy, personal strength, and skill in the use of arms brought him into many quarrels, which had made him generally feared, and in some instances disliked.