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us travel the same road, let us make a joint-stock out of our
neighbours’ purses, let us rob, let us cheat, let us avail
ourselves of every opportunity that may offer of exemplifying our
theory, and improving our practice, in the noble art on which our
skill is employed.
The proposal was made in so candid a spirit, so like a citizen of
the world, untainted with the selfishness of your honest men,
that I closed in with it at once. My confidence was surrendered
at the first summons to the frankness with which he volunteered
his own. We spoke our free hearts each to the other. I dilated
all my pilgrimage, and he spake of most disastrous chances, of
moving accidents through which he had passed even from his boyish
days to this very moment of his ripe and rampant roguery. It
appeared that he was on his way from Portalegre, whence he had
been obliged to decamp with the utmost expedition on account of a
little swindling transaction in which his luck happened not to
keep pace with his ingenuity. The habit he wore was
sacrilegiously adopted as a cloak to his person and real
character, since he thought it safest to be near the church,
however far from God. Thus did we two share all our counsel, and
pledge our brother’s vows, till we grew together like a double
cherry, and determined, with two seeming bodies but one heart, to
incorporate our voices and minds in some masterstroke at Merida.
If it took, well and good; if not, we had only to cut and run.
From this moment, community of goods, that pure and simple
feature of patriarchal life, was enacted as a law between us.
Moralez, it is true, for that was my fellow-traveller’s name, did
not find himself in the most splendid condition possible. His
funds were limited to five or six ducats, with a few little
articles in a bag. I therefore was the monied man of the firm;
but then there was brass in his forehead for an inexhaustible
coinage, and the seeming of a saint when he played the devil
most. So on we journeyed on the ride-and-tie principle, and
arrived in humble cavalcade at Merida.
We put up at an inn near the skirts of the town, where my comrade
changed his dress. When he had rigged himself in layman’s attire,
we took a turn up and down, to reconnoitre the ground, and see if
we could pick out some opportunity of labouring in our vocation.
Had it been our good fortune to have lived before Homer, that old
apologist for sharping by wholesale would have dignified our
excursion with a simile.
Not half so keen, fierce vultures of the chase
Stoop from the mountains on the feathered race, &c.
To descend into plain prose, we were ruminating on the chapter of
accidents, and hammering out some theme for the employment of our
industry, when we espied a grey-headed old gentleman in the
street, sword in hand, defending himself against three men who
were thrusting at him with all their might and main. The
unfairness of the match was what stuck in my throat; so that
flying, with the spirit of a prize-fighter, to see fair play, I
made common cause with the old man. Moralez followed up my blows.
We proved ourselves match for the three assailants, and put them
completely to the rout.
Our rescued friend was profuse in his acknowledgments. We are in
rapture, said I, at our good luck in being here so seasonably for
your assistance: but let us at least know to whom we have been so
fortunate as to be serviceable; and what inducement those three
men could possibly have for their murderous attempt. Gentlemen
replied he, my obligations are too great to hesitate about
satisfying your curiosity; my name is Jerome de Moyadas, a
gentleman of this town, living on my means. One of these cut-throat rascals, from whom you have rescued me, professes to be in
love with my daughter. He asked her of me in marriage within
these few days; and for want of gaining my consent in a quiet
way, has just attempted to force himself into my daughter’s good
graces, by sending me into the other world. And may we take the
liberty, rejoined I, of inquiring farther, why you were so
obdurate to the proposals of this enamoured swain? I will explain
the whole to you at once, said he. I had a brother, a merchant in
this town; his name was Austin. Two months ago he happened to be
at Calatrava, and took up his abode with his correspondent, Juan
Velez de la Membrilla. They got to be as loving as turtles; and
my brother, to clench the connection, engaged my daughter
Florence to his good friend’s son, not doubting but he had
influence enough with me to redeem his pledge when he returned to
Merida. Accordingly, he no sooner opened himself on the subject
than I consented out of pure fraternal affection. He sent
Florence’s picture to Calatrava; but, alas! he did not live to
put the finishing hand to his own work. We laid him with his
forefathers three weeks ago! On his death-bed, he besought me not
to dispose of my girl but in favour of his correspondent’s son. I
satisfied his mind on that point; and this is the reason why I
have refused Florence to the suitor by whom I was assaulted,
though the match would have been a very desirable one. But my
word is my idol; and we are in daily expectation of Juan Velez de
la Membrilla’s heir, who is to be my son-in-law, though I know no
more of him, nor of his father neither, than if they were just
imported from an undiscovered island. But I beg pardon; this is
an old man’s garrulity. Yet you yourselves led me into the
scrape.
This tale did I swallow with a greedy ear; and pouncing at once
upon a part to play, which my fruitful imagination suggested, I
put on an air of inordinate surprise, and ventured at all hazards
to lift my eyes upward to a purer region. Then turning to my
father-in-law, with an expression of feeling which nothing but
hypocrisy could personate: Ah! Signor de Moyadas, is it possible
that, on my arrival at Merida, I should enjoy the heartfelt
triumph of rescuing from foul assassination the honoured parent
of my peerless love? This exclamation produced all the
astonishment it was levelled to excite in the old citizen. Even
Moralez himself stared like an honest man, and shewed by his face
that there was a degree of impudence to which his conceptions had
not hitherto risen. What! do not my ears deceive me? exclaimed
the old gentleman. And are you really the son of my brother’s
correspondent? Really and truly, Signor Jerome de Moyadas,
rejoined I with impregnable effrontery, and a hug round his neck
that had nearly sent him after his brother. Behold the selected
mortal of his species, to whose arms the adorable Florence is
devoted! But these nuptial anticipations, transporting as they
are, must yield to the anguish of my soul for the demise of their
founder. Poor Austin! He is gone, and we must all follow! I
should be ingratitude personified, if my heart was not lacerated
and rent by the death of a man to whom I owe all my hopes of
bliss. At the term of this period, I squeezed good Jerome’s
wezand once more, and drew the back of my hand across my eyes, to
wipe away the tears it had not been convenient to shed. Moralez,
who by this time had conned over the pretty pickings to be made
out of this juggle, was not wanting to play his underpart. He
passed himself off for my servant, and improved upon his master
in lamentation for the untimely death of Signor Austin. My
honoured master Jerome, exclaimed he, what a loss have you
sustained, since your brother is no more! He was such an honest
man. Honest men are not to be met with every day. A superfine
sample of commerce! A dealer in friendship without a percentage!
A dealer in merchandise without an underhand advantage! A dealer
who dealt as dealers very seldom do deal!
We had our hands to play against a man who was a novice at the
game. Simple and cullible, so far from smelling out the rat, he
took his stink for a nosegay. And why, said he, did you not come
straight to my house? It was not friendly to put up at an inn. On
the footing we are likely to be upon, there should be none of
those punctilios. Sir, said Moralez, helping me out of the
scrape, my master is a little too much given to stand upon
ceremony. Though to be sure, in the present instance, he is in
some degree excusable for declining to appear before in this
uncouth trim. We have been robbed upon the road, and have lost
all our travelling equipage. My lad, interrupted I, has let the
cat out of the bag, Signor de Moyadas. This unlucky accident has
prevented me from paying my respects sooner. True love is
diffident; nor could I venture in this garb into the presence of
a mistress who was unacquainted with my person. I was therefore
waiting the return of a servant whom I have sent to Calatrava.
Such a trifle, rejoined the old man, must not deprive us of your
company; and I insist upon it, that you make my house your home
from this very moment.
With such sort of importunity, he forced me into his family: but
as we were on our way, the pretended robbery was a natural topic
of conversation; and I should have made light of my baggage,
though the loss was very considerable, had not Florence’s picture
unluckily formed a part of the booty! The old codger chuckled at
that, and observed, that such a loss was easily repaired: the
original was worth five hundred per cent. more than the copy. To
make me amends, as soon as we got home, he called his daughter, a
girl of not more than sixteen, with a person to have reclaimed a
libertine, if beauty ever possessed that power except in romance.
You behold, said he, the bale of goods my late brother has
consigned to you. Oh! my good sir, exclaimed I in an impassioned
tone, words are not wanting to assure me that this must be the
lovely Florence: those bewitching features are engraven on my
memory, their impression is indelible on my heart. If the
portrait I have lost, the mere outline of these embodied charms,
could kindle passion by its cold and lifeless likeness, judge
what must be my agitation, my transport at this moment. Such
language is too flattering to be sincere, said Florence; nor am I
so weak and vain as to be persuaded that my merits warrant it.
That is right! interchange your fine speeches, my children! This
was a good-natured encouragement from the father, who at once
left me alone with his daughter, and taking Moralez aside, said
to him; My friend, those who made so free with your baggage,
doubtless did not stand upon any ceremony with your money. Very
true, sir, answered my colleague; an overpowering band of robbers
poured down upon us near Castil-Blazo, and left us not a rag but
what we carry on our backs: but we are in momentary expectation
of receiving bills of exchange, and then we shall appear once
more like ourselves.
While you are waiting for your bills of exchange, replied the old
man, taking a purse out of his pocket, here are a hundred
pistoles with which you may do
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