“AS MANY LINES CLOSE IN THE DIAL’S CENTRE; SO MANY A THOUSAND ACTIONS, ONCE AFOOT, END IN ONE PURPOSE.”—_Henry V._ Long ago, there lived in the city of Strassburg a worthy burgher named Christian Dasipodius. Very highly esteemed was this man by his fellow-citizens, and there were few among them who had not an approving word for him. This was a little remarkable, inasmuch as Christian was by no means a rich man. It is true that he had a goodly house of his own, and wore his fur-bordered gown of stout murrey-cloth with the best of them, and held his head high among the wealthiest of his merchant brethren, looking every inch the honest trader in skins and furs that he was. Still, compa…
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