stone-paved streets?

PILLORY. Yes, that you did; but the idea was not new. And what did
you do? In place of the soft sand in which one formerly placed
one's feet, one must now balance oneself on jagged and rolly
stones, which destroy both feet and shoes--save on the street which
leads from your house to the tavern, where you let lay a footbridge
of flat stones.

STATUE. And now this reformer--or charlatan--wants to undo what I
did?

PILLORY. He wants to tear up what you laid down and pave all the
streets with "burgomaster" stones, so that all may be equally
comfortable.

STATUE. So he's a rabid radical!

PILLORY. Yes, that's it, and he has no party politics back of him.
You had the wagonmaker, the shoemaker, the chiropodist and the
burgomaster with you, therefore you succeeded.

STATUE. He'd better be careful! Every stone which he removes from
my work the people will hurl at him, and woe be unto him if he
touches my memory!

PILLORY. Let us hope that he unmasks you, you old fraud! Do you
recall how you happened to become one of the great ones after your
death? First, at the funeral, the parson embroidered your virtues--
for twenty marks; the contractor, who had grown rich on your