Flemish Legends

t from the cellar the statue of the deviling and put it wi

e on that day had been sold publicly in their stables two horses well bred by the late sheriff, Jacob

the press, especially when Blaeskaek told them that his name was Master Merry-face, and tha

heir brotherhood until he had drunk, as his baptism, four-and-twenty monstrous great cups of wi

d together at The Horn, and drank

their trades, others in the fields, contented one and all. But their good wives were not by any means contented, for as soon as vespers soun

lay down quietly beside them in bed, and immediately, without saying a word, fell fast asl

they would, to get them to sing their bedfellows a different sort of

their womenfolk (that is to say, of such as were not asleep from weariness) dared say a word, either

f them, that if such a state of things went on for long the race of the