because when in the rifled and dismantled Maypole he appeals to
the poor witless old Willet as to whether he did not know him--

'You know us, don't you, Johnny?' said the little
clerk, rapping himself on the breast. 'Daisy, you
know--Chigwell Church--bell-ringer--little desk on
Sundays--eh, Johnny?'

Mr. Willet reflected for a few moments, and then
muttered as it were mechanically: 'Let us sing to the
praise and glory of--'

'Yes, to be sure,' cried the little man hastily,
'that's it, that's me, Johnny.'

Besides the numerous body of more or less distinguished artists
whom the novelist introduces to us and whose achievements
are duly set forth in these pages, there are two others whose
connexion with Cloisterham gives them a prominent position in
our list. One of these is the Rev. Mr. Crisparkle (_E.D._),
Minor Canon of Cloisterham:

early riser, musical, classical, cheerful, kind,
good-natured, social, contented, and boy-like.

What a contrast to the Stiggins and Chadband type! He is a
member of the 'Alternate Musical Wednesdays' Society, and
amongst his lesser duties is that of corrector-in-chief of
the un-Dean-like English of the cathedral verger.