Long white locks descended upon his shoulders, and a patriarchal beard adorned his chin.

He was wrapped in a loose grey gown, patched with different coloured cloths, and supported himself with a staff.

His pipe was suspended from his neck by a green worsted cord.
"Lie down, Bell," he cried to his dog; "what are you barking at thus?
Lie down, I say." "Something is the matter, father," replied Nizza.

"The church is full of people." "Indeed!" exclaimed the piper.
"We are sorry to disturb you," said Leonard; "but we are in search of a nobleman who has run away with a citizen's daughter, and conveyed her to the cathedral, and we thought they might have taken refuge in this chapel." "No one is here except myself and daughter," replied the piper.

"We are allowed this lodging by Mr.Quatremain, the minor canon." "All dogs are ordered to be destroyed by the Lord Mayor," cried the smith, seizing Bell by the neck.