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Meanwhile, the rabble applauded with shouts of laughter; and seeing that the tu around him, the scholar cried,--

"Oh! what a fine noise! ~Populi debacchantis populosa debacchatio~!" Then he began to sing, his eye swi vespers, ~Quoe cantica! quoe organa! quoe cantilenoe! quoe meloclioe hic sine fine decantantur! Sonant elorum melodia, cantica canticoruive me so which the sharp voice of the Duke of Egypt rose, as he gave instructions to his Bohemians

"The weasel is called Adrune; the fox, Blue-foot, or the Racer of the Woods; the wolf, Gray-foot, or Gold-foot; the bear the Old Man, or Grandfather The cap of a gnome confers invisibility, and causes one to behold invisible things Every toad that is baptized must be clad in red or black velvet, a bell on its neck, a bell on its feet The godfather holds its head, the godasum who hath the power to make wenches dance stark naked"

"By the mass!" interrupted Jehan, "I should like to be the deabonds continued to arm themselves and whisper at the other end of the dram-shop

"That poor Esmeralda!" said a Bohemian "She is our sister She must be taken away from there"

"Is she still at Notre-Dame?" went on a merchant with the appearance of a Jew

"Yes, pardieu!"

"Well! comrades!" exclaimed the merchant, "to Notre-Dame! So much the better, since there are in the chapel of Saints Féréol and Ferrution two statues, the one of John the Baptist, the other of Saint-Antoine, of solid gold, weighing together seven old and fifteen estellins; and the pedestals are of silver-gilt, of seventeen oldsmith"

Here they served Jehan with his supper As he threw himself back on the bosom of the wench beside him, he exclaiuelu, I aazes at me with the smooth face of an archduke Here is one onthat they hide his chin And then, I ae of Pontoise, I haveon a hillock ~Ventre- Mahom~! Comrade! you have the air of a merchant of tennis- balls; and you come and sit yourself beside me! I am a nobleman, my friend! Trade is incompatible with nobility Get out of that! Hola hé! You others, don't fight! What, Baptiste Croque-Oison, you who have such a fine nose are going to risk it against the big fists of that lout! Fool! ~Non cuiquam datum est habere nasum~--not every one is favored with a nose You are really divine, Jacqueline Ronge-Oreille! 'tis a pity that you have no hair! Holà! my name is Jehan Frollo, and my brother is an archdeacon May the devil fly off with hiabond, I have gladly renounced the half of a house situated in paradise, which my brother had promised me ~Dimidiam domum in paradiso~ I quote the text I have a fief in the Rue Tirechappe, and all the women are in love with oldsood city of Paris are the tanners, the tawers, the makers of cross-belts, the purse-makers, and the sweaters, and that Saint Laurent was burnt with eggshells I swear to you, comrades