The sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent[pseud.] together with Abbotsford and other selections from the writings of Washington Irving .. . e me a long history how thegoblet had been handed downfrom generation to also entertained me withmany particulars concerningthe worthy vestrymen whohave seated themselves thusquietly on the stools of theancient roisters of Eastcheap, and, like so many commen-tators, utter clouds of smoke in honor of I forbear to relate, lest my readers should not beas curious in these matters as myself. Suffice it to say, theneighbors, one an
The sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, gent[pseud.] together with Abbotsford and other selections from the writings of Washington Irving .. . e me a long history how thegoblet had been handed downfrom generation to also entertained me withmany particulars concerningthe worthy vestrymen whohave seated themselves thusquietly on the stools of theancient roisters of Eastcheap, and, like so many commen-tators, utter clouds of smoke in honor of I forbear to relate, lest my readers should not beas curious in these matters as myself. Suffice it to say, theneighbors, one and all, about Eastcheap, believe that Falstaffand his merry crew actually lived and revelled there. Nay,there are several legendary anecdotes concerning him still ^ Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in myDolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, on Wednes-day, in Whitsunweek, when the prince broke thy head for likeninghis father to a singing man at Windsor; thou didst swear to me then,as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady,thy wife. Canst thou deny it? — Henry IV, Part Falstaff From the Gower statue atStratford 134 THE SKETCH-BOOK extant among the oldest frequenters of the Masons Arms,which they give as transmitted down from their forefathers;and Mr. MKash, an Irish hair-dresser, whose shop standson the site of the old Boars Head, has several dry jokesof Fat Jacks, not laid down in the books, with which hemakes his customers ready to die of laughter. 28. I now turned to my friend the sexton to make somefurther inquiries, but I found him sunk in pensive head had declined a little on one side; a deep sigh heavedfrom the very bottom of his stomach; and, though I couldnot see a tear trembling in his eye, yet a moisture was evi-dently stealing from a corner of his mouth. I followed thedirection of his eye through the door which stood open, andfound it fixed wistfully on the savory breast of lamb, roasti
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