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Settled--And As Here Come Mr Pleggit'S Assistants With Only One Pair Of
Eyes Between Them, The Sooner We Pack Up The Better."
In Half An Hour All Was Ready; A Bundle Each, Contained Our Wardrobes.
We Descended From Our Attic, Walked Proudly Through The Shop Without
Making Any Observation, Or Taking Any Notice Of Our Successors; All The
Notice Taken Was By Timothy, Who Turned Round And Shook His Fist At His
Old Enemies, The Iron Mortar And Pestle; And There We Were, Standing On
The Pavement, With The Wide World Before Us, And Quite Undecided Which
Way We Should Go.
"Is It To Be East, West, North, Or South, Japhet?" Said Timothy.
"The Wise Men Came From The East," Replied I.
"Then They Must Have Travelled West," Said Tim; "Let Us Show Our Wisdom
By Doing The Same."
"Agreed."
Passing By A Small Shop, We Purchased Two Good Sticks, As Defenders, As
Well As To Hang Our Bundles On--And Off We Set Upon Our Pilgrimage.
Part 1 Chapter 8 Pg 39
We Take A Coach, But The Driver Does Not Like His Fare And Hits Us
Foul--We Change Our Mode Of Travelling Upon The Principle Of Slow
And Sure, And Fall In With A Very Learned Man.
I Believe It To Be A Very General Custom, When People Set Off Upon A
Journey, To Reckon Up Their Means--That Is, To Count The Money Which
They May Have In Their Pockets. At All Events, This Was Done By Timothy
Part 1 Chapter 8 Pg 40And Me, And I Found That My Stock Amounted To Twenty-Two Pounds
Eighteen Shillings, And Timothy'S To The Five Guineas Presented By Mr
Cophagus, And Three Halfpence Which Were In The Corner Of His Waistcoat
Pocket--Sum Total, Twenty-Eight Pounds Three Shillings And Three
Halfpence; A Very Handsome Sum, As We Thought, With Which To Commence
Our Peregrinations, And, As I Observed To Timothy, Sufficient To Last Us
For A Considerable Time, If Husbanded With Care.
"Yes," Replied He, "But We Must Husband Our Legs Also, Japhet, Or We
Shall Soon Be Tired, And Very Soon Wear Out Our Shoes. I Vote We Take A
Hackney Coach."
"Take A Hackney Coach, Tim! We Mustn'T Think Of It; We Cannot Afford
Such A Luxury; You Can'T Be Tired Yet, We Are Now Only Just Clear Of
Hyde Park Corner."
"Still I Think We Had Better Take A Coach, Japhet, And Here Is One
Coming. I Always Do Take One When I Carry Out Medicines, To Make Up For
The Time I Lose Looking At The Shops, And Playing Peg In The Ring."
I Now Understood What Timothy Meant, Which Was, To Get Behind And Have A
Ride For Nothing. I Consented To This Arrangement, And We Got Up Behind
One Which Was Already Well Filled Inside. "The Only Difference Between
An Inside And Outside Passenger In a Hackney Coach, Is That One Pays,
And The Other Does Not," Said I, To Timothy, As We Rolled Along At The
Act Of Parliament Speed Of Four Miles Per Hour.
"That Depends Upon Circumstances: If We Are Found Out, In all
Probability We Shall Not Only Have Our Ride, But Be _Paid_ Into The
Bargain."
"With The Coachman'S Whip, I Presume?"
"Exactly." And Timothy Had Hardly Time To Get The Word Out Of His Mouth,
When Flac, Flac, Came The Whip Across Our Eyes--A Little Envious Wretch,
With His Shirt Hanging Out Of His Trousers, Having Called Out, _Cut
Behind!_ Not Wishing To Have Our Faces, Or Our Behinds Cut Any More, We
Hastily Descended, And Reached The Footpath, After Having Gained About
Three Miles On The Road Before We Were Discovered.
"That Wasn'T A Bad Lift, Japhet, And As For The Whip I Never Mind That
With _Corduroys_. And Now, Japhet, I'Ll Tell You Something; We Must Get
Into A Wagon, If We Can Find One Going Down The Road, As Soon As It Is
Dark."
"But That Will Cost Money, Tim."
"It'S Economy, I Tell You; For A Shilling, If You Bargain, You May Ride
The Whole Night, And If We Stop At A Public-House To Sleep, We Shall
Have To Pay For Our Beds, As Well As Be Obliged To Order Something To
Part 1 Chapter 8 Pg 41Eat, And Pay Dearer For It Than If We Buy What We Want At Cooks' Shops."
"There Is Sense In What You Say, Timothy; We Will Look Out For A Wagon."
"Oh! It'S No Use Now--Wagons Are Like Black Beetles, Not Only In Shape
But In Habits, They Only Travel By Night--At Least Most Of Them Do. We
Are Now Coming Into Long Dirty Brentford, And I Don'T Know How You Feel,
Japhet, But I Find That Walking Wonderfully Increases The
Appetite--That'S Another Reason Why You Should Not Walk When You Can
Ride--For Nothing."
"Well, I'M Rather Hungry Myself; And Dear Me, How Very Good That Piece
Of Roast Pork Looks In That Window!"
"I Agree With You--Let'S Go In and Make A Bargain!"
We Bought A Good Allowance For A Shilling, And After Sticking Out For A
Greater Proportion Of Mustard Than The Woman Said We Were Entitled To,
And Some Salt, We Wrapped It Up In a Piece Of Paper, And Continued Our
Course, Till We Arrived At A Baker'S, Where We Purchased Our Bread, And
Then Taking Up A Position On A Bench Outside A Public-House, Called For
A Pot Of Beer, And Putting Our Provisions Down Before Us, Made A Hearty,
And, What Made Us More Enjoy It, An Independent Meal. Having Finished
Our Pork And Our Porter, And Refreshed Ourselves, We Again Started And
Walked Till It Was Quite Dark, When We Felt So Tired That We Agreed To
Sit Down On Our Bundles And Wait For The First Wagon Which Passed. We
Soon Heard The Jingling Of Bells, And Shortly Afterwards Its Enormous
Towering Bulk Appeared Between Us And The Sky. We Went Up To The
Wagoner, Who Was Mounted On A Little Pony, And Asked Him If He Could
Give Two Poor Lads A Lift, And How Much He Would Charge Us For The Ride.
"How Much Can You Afford To Give, Measters? For There Be Others As Poor
As Ye." We Replied That We Could Give A Shilling. "Well, Then, Get Up In
God'S Name, And Ride As Long As You Will. Get In behind."
"Are There Many People In There Already?" Said I, As I Climbed Up, And
Timothy Handed Me The Bundles.
"Noa," Replied The Wagoner, "There Be Nobody But A Mighty Clever
Poticary Or Doctor, I Can'T Tell Which; But He Wear An Uncommon Queer
Hat, And He Talk All Sort Of Doctor Stuff--And There Be His Odd Man And
His Odd Boy; That Be All, And There Be Plenty Of Room, And Plenty O'
Clean _Stra_'."
After This Intimation We Climbed Up, And Gained A Situation In The Rear
Of The Wagon Under The Cloth. As The Wagoner Said, There Was Plenty Of
Room, And We Nestled Into The Straw Without Coming Into Contact With The
Other Travellers. Not Feeling Any Inclination To Sleep, Timothy And I
Entered Into Conversation, _Sotto Voce_, And Had Continued For More Than
Half An Hour, Supposing By Their Silence That The Other Occupants Of The
Part 1 Chapter 8 Pg 42Wagon Were Asleep, When We Were Interrupted By A Voice Clear And
Sonorous As A Bell.
"It Would Appear That You Are Wanderers, Young Men, And Journey You Know
Not Whither. Birds Seek Their Nests When The Night Falls--Beasts Hasten
To Their Lairs--Man Bolts His Door. '_Propria Quae Maribus_,' As
Herodotus Hath It; Which, When Translated, Means, That 'Such Is The
Nature Of Mankind.' '_Tribuuntur Mascula Dicas_' 'Tell Me Your
Troubles,' As Homer Says."
I Was Very Much Surprised At This Address--My Knowledge Of The Language
Told Me Immediately That The Quotations Were Out Of The Latin Grammar,
And That All His Learning Was Pretence; Still There Was A Novelty Of
Style Which Amused Me, And At The Same Time Gave Me An Idea That The
Speaker Was An Uncommon Personage. I Gave Timothy A Nudge, And Then
Replied,
"You Have Guessed Right, Most Learned Sir; We Are, As You Say, Wanderers
Seeking Our Fortunes, And Trust Yet To Find Them--Still We Have A Weary
Journey Before Us, '_Haustus Hora Somni Sumendum_,' As Aristotle Hath
It; Which I Need Not Translate To So Learned A Person As Yourself."
"Nay, Indeed, There Is No Occasion; Yet Am I Pleased To Meet With One
Who Hath Scholarship," Replied The Other. "Have You Also A Knowledge Of
The Greek?"
"No, I Pretend Not To Greek."
"It Is A Pity That Thou Hast It Not, For Thou Wouldst Delight To
Commune With The Ancients. Esculapius Hath These
Words--'A_Shol_Der--Offmotton--_Acca_Pon--Pasti--Venison,'--Which I Will
Translate For Thee--'We Often Find What We Seek, When We Least Expect
It.' May It Be So With You, My Friend. Where Have You Been Educated? And
What Has Been Your Profession?"
I Thought I Risked Little In Telling, So I Replied, That I Had Been
Brought Up As A Surgeon And Apothecary, And Had Been Educated At A
Foundation School.
"'Tis Well," Replied He; "You Have Then Commenced Your Studies In My
Glorious Profession; Still, Have You Much To Learn; Years Of Toil, Under
A Great Master, Can Only Enable You To Benefit Mankind As I Have Done,
And Years Of Hardship And Of Danger Must Be Added Thereunto, To Afford
You The Means. There Are Many Hidden Secrets. '_Ut Sunt Divorum, Mars,
Bacchus, Apollo, Virorum_,'--Many Parts Of The Globe To Traverse, '_Ut
Cato, Virgilius, Fluviorum, Ut Tibris, Orontes._' All These Have I
Visited, And Many More. Even Now Do I Journey To Obtain More Of My
Invaluable Medicine, Gathered On The Highest Andes, When The Moon Is In
Her Perigee. There I Shall
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