Thus reigned and vegetated Wolfert Webber over his paternal
acres, peaceably and contentedly. Not but that, like all other
sovereigns, he had his occasional cares and vexations. The growth
of his native city sometimes caused him annoyance. His little
territory gradually became hemmed in by streets and houses, which
intercepted air and sunshine. He was now and then subject to the
irruptions of the border population, that infest the streets of a
metropolis, who would sometimes make midnight forays into his
dominions, and carry off captive whole platoons of his noblest
subjects. Vagrant swine would make a descent, too, now and then,
when the gate was left open, and lay all waste before them; and
mischievous urchins would often decapitate the illustrious
sunflowers, the glory of the garden, as they lolled their heads
so fondly over the walls. Still all these were petty grievances,
which might now and then ruffle the surface of his mind, as a
summer breeze will ruffle the surface of a mill-pond; but they
could not disturb the deep-seated quiet of his soul. He would
seize a trusty staff, that stood behind the door, issue suddenly
out, and anoint the back of the aggressor, whether pig or urchin,
and then return within doors, marvellously refreshed and
tranquillized.
The chief cause of anxiety to honest Wolfert, however, was the
growing prosperity of the city. The expenses of living doubled
and trebled; but he could not double and treble the magnitude of
his cabbages; and the number of competitors prevented the
increase of price; thus, therefore, while every one around him
grew richer, Wolfert grew poorer, and he could not, for the life
of him, perceive how the evil was to be remedied.
This growing care which increased from day to day, had its
gradual effect upon our worthy burgher; insomuch, that it at
length implanted two or three wrinkles on his brow; things
unknown before in the family of the Webbers; and it seemed to
pinch up the corners of his cocked hat into an expression of
anxiety, totally opposite to the tranquil, broad-brimmed,
low-crowned beavers of his illustrious progenitors.
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