text:  There was a sort of free-and-easy look affected in that day about the head totally at enmity with the prim rigidity of the cocked beaver; you might have taken off your _chapeau rond_ as it then came to be called and you might have sat on it--it would have been never the worse; but not so with its stiff old father--no liberties were to be taken with him; once sit upon him and you would have crushed him forever