III. 
   
    1751-1752.
 
    
     [Lodging 
    
     at 
    
     Wapping 
    
     with 
    
     a 
    
     Swede 
    
     - 
    
     Penny 
    
     dinners 
    
      
    
     Stephanos 
    
     - 
    
     An 
    
     academy 
    
      
    
     Twopence 
    
     halfpenny 
    
     a 
    
     day 
    
     - 
    
     Stephanos 
    
     turns 
    
     Roman 
    
     Catholic 
    
     - 
    
     Emin 
    
     in 
    
     great 
    
     distress 
    
     and 
    
     homeless 
    
     - 
    
     A 
    
     soldiers 
    
     sympathy 
    
     - 
    
     Discomforts 
    
     of 
    
     beer-drinking 
    
     to 
    
     gain 
    
     respect 
    
     of 
    
     common 
    
     people 
    
     - 
    
     A 
    
     master 
    
     bricklayer 
    
     - 
    
     Emin 
    
     called 
    
     a 
    
     German 
    
     because 
    
     indefatigable 
    
     - 
    
     Three 
    
     halfpence 
    
     a 
    
     day 
    
     - 
    
     Escapes 
    
     kidnapping 
    
     - 
    
     Sir 
    
     John 
    
     Evelyns 
    
     grandsons 
    
     - 
    
     Emin 
    
     adrift 
    
     again 
    
     - 
    
     A 
    
     porter 
    
     on 
    
     ։8 
    
     a 
    
     year.
    
     ]
 
   
    On 
   
    Monday 
   
    morning, 
   
    a 
   
    Swede, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    married 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    woman, 
   
    came 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    boat, 
   
    and 
   
    took 
   
    them 
   
    both 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    house 
   
    in 
   
    Wapping 
   
    (at 
   
    the 
   
    sign 
   
    of 
   
    Wapping 
   
    Old 
   
    Stairs): 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    honest 
   
    man, 
   
    his 
   
    wife 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    good 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    woman. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    with 
   
    Masseh, 
   
    his 
   
    countryman, 
   
    lived 
   
    there 
   
    upon 
   
    bread 
   
    and 
   
    cheese 
   
    about 
   
    a 
   
    week, 
   
    and 
   
    paid 
   
    a 
   
    shilling 
   
    a 
   
    week 
   
    for 
   
    sleeping. 
   
    The 
   
    landlord 
   
    took 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    India 
   
    House, 
   
    to 
   
    receive 
   
    six 
   
    months 
   
    pay, 
   
    at 
   
    9s. 
   
    per 
   
    month, 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    3
    
     l. 
   
    14s. 
   
    In 
   
    their 
   
    way 
   
    back, 
   
    they 
   
    met 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    Swedish 
   
    master 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    who 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    them, 
   
    "My 
   
    lads, 
   
    this 
   
    small 
   
    sum 
   
    is 
   
    hardly 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    buy 
   
    you 
   
    a 
   
    second-hand 
   
    suit 
   
    of 
   
    old 
   
    clothes 
   
    in 
   
    Ragfair; 
   
    what 
   
    then 
   
    will 
   
    you 
   
    do 
   
    to 
   
    live, 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    country, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    educated 
   
    and 
   
    brought 
   
    up 
   
    genteelly? 
   
    Your 
   
    best 
   
    way 
   
    I 
   
    think 
   
    will 
   
    be, 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    lose 
   
    the 
   
    opportunity 
   
    of 
   
    returning 
   
    to 
   
    Bengal 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    rest 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    lascars. 
   
    A 
   
    regulation 
   
    is 
   
    made 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Honourable 
   
    Company, 
   
    to 
   
    work 
   
    the 
   
    ship 
   
    in 
   
    day-time 
   
    only, 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    watch 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    night, 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    free 
   
    passage 
   
    without 
   
    pay; 
   
    otherwise 
   
    you 
   
    must 
   
    do 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    two 
   
    things, 
   
    either 
   
    beg 
   
    or 
   
    starve. 
   
    If 
   
    you 
   
    enter 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    common 
   
    servant 
   
    or 
   
    footman 
   
    into 
   
    gentlemens 
   
    houses, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    place, 
   
    nobody 
   
    knows 
   
    you 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    you 
   
    a 
   
    character. 
   
    Supposing 
   
    that 
   
    there 
   
    were, 
   
    what 
   
    would 
   
    you 
   
    do 
   
    for 
   
    want 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    language, 
   
    for 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    hardly 
   
    understood. 
   
    I 
   
    find 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    wild 
   
    notion 
   
    which 
   
    some 
   
    wicked 
   
    man 
   
    contrived 
   
    to 
   
    put 
   
    into 
   
    your 
   
    head, 
   
    to 
   
    leave 
   
    behind 
   
    you 
   
    a 
   
    country 
   
    equal 
   
    to 
   
    paradise, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    come 
   
    into 
   
    this 
   
    confounded 
   
    could 
   
    region, 
   
    where 
   
    one 
   
    is 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    work 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    horse, 
   
    to 
   
    break 
   
    his 
   
    heart 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    livelihood 
   
    only. 
   
    I 
   
    myself, 
   
    for 
   
    fifteen 
   
    years, 
   
    have 
   
    worked 
   
    hard 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    difficulty 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    money, 
   
    and 
   
    married 
   
    that 
   
    good 
   
    English 
   
    widow. 
   
    I 
   
    became 
   
    an 
   
    able 
   
    housekeeper 
   
    at 
   
    last, 
   
    and 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    through 
   
    her 
   
    prudence 
   
    and 
   
    good 
   
    economy, 
   
    that 
   
    we 
   
    live 
   
    somehow 
   
    happily, 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    bring 
   
    both 
   
    ends 
   
    to 
   
    meet; 
   
    for 
   
    even 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    great 
   
    fortune, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    careful 
   
    enough 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    management 
   
    of 
   
    it, 
   
    will 
   
    soon 
   
    become 
   
    a 
   
    bankrupt, 
   
    and 
   
    be 
   
    sent 
   
    to 
   
    gaol 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    pickled.
   
    "
 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    heard 
   
    all 
   
    this 
   
    with 
   
    indifference, 
   
    till 
   
    they 
   
    reached 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    in 
   
    Wapping. 
   
    The 
   
    two 
   
    moneyless 
   
    Armenians 
   
    walked 
   
    up 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    rooms, 
   
    consulting 
   
    what 
   
    to 
   
    do; 
   
    immediately 
   
    after, 
   
    the 
   
    maid-servant 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    the 
   
    beautiful 
   
    Sally, 
   
    lately 
   
    married 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    sailor 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    gone 
   
    to 
   
    sea, 
   
    came 
   
    and 
   
    stood 
   
    before 
   
    them, 
   
    saying 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    pathetic, 
   
    good-natured 
   
    manner 
   
    like 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    angel, 
   
    "Good 
   
    young 
   
    men, 
   
    my 
   
    master 
   
    and 
   
    mistress, 
   
    particularly 
   
    myself, 
   
    observing 
   
    this 
   
    week, 
   
    that 
   
    each 
   
    of 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    eaten 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    pennyworth 
   
    of 
   
    bread 
   
    and 
   
    cheese, 
   
    my 
   
    poor 
   
    heart 
   
    burns 
   
    for 
   
    you. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    heard 
   
    my 
   
    good 
   
    master 
   
    and 
   
    mistress 
   
    telling 
   
    your 
   
    deplorable 
   
    situation 
   
    of 
   
    life; 
   
    which 
   
    puts 
   
    me 
   
    in 
   
    mind 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    distress 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    sweetheart, 
   
    the 
   
    dear 
   
    sailor,
   
    " 
   
    (meaning 
   
    her 
   
    husband,
   
    ) 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    the 
   
    tears 
   
    trickled 
   
    down 
   
    like 
   
    pearls 
   
    from 
   
    her 
   
    lovely 
   
    eyes 
   
    over 
   
    her 
   
    delicate 
   
    cheeks, 
   
    and 
   
    deeply 
   
    affected 
   
    the 
   
    spectators, 
   
    who 
   
    sympathized 
   
    with 
   
    her, 
   
    admiring 
   
    her 
   
    unaffected 
   
    fidelity 
   
    to 
   
    her 
   
    lawful 
   
    love. 
   
    "What 
   
    will 
   
    you 
   
    please 
   
    to 
   
    have? 
   
    (said 
   
    she). 
   
    Give 
   
    me 
   
    some 
   
    money, 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    market, 
   
    buy 
   
    you 
   
    some 
   
    meat, 
   
    and 
   
    dress 
   
    it 
   
    myself 
   
    for 
   
    you, 
   
    to 
   
    save 
   
    you 
   
    from 
   
    killing 
   
    yourselves; 
   
    dont 
   
    be 
   
    uneasy 
   
    at 
   
    having 
   
    but 
   
    little; 
   
    God 
   
    will 
   
    provide 
   
    for 
   
    you, 
   
    and 
   
    take 
   
    care 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    sailor 
   
    too 
   
    - 
   
    bless 
   
    him!" 
   
    fetching 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    deep 
   
    sigh.
 
   
    Emin 
   
    begged 
   
    of 
   
    her 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    downstairs, 
   
    stay 
   
    half 
   
    an 
   
    hour, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    come 
   
    up 
   
    again. 
   
    After 
   
    she 
   
    was 
   
    gone, 
   
    he 
   
    dived 
   
    into 
   
    his 
   
    mind 
   
    with 
   
    deep 
   
    reflection; 
   
    surprized 
   
    to 
   
    find 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    weeks 
   
    time 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    goodness, 
   
    and 
   
    truth 
   
    of 
   
    love, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    females 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    blessed 
   
    Island, 
   
    who 
   
    labour 
   
    as 
   
    hard 
   
    as 
   
    any 
   
    to 
   
    preserve 
   
    the 
   
    sacred 
   
    tie 
   
    of 
   
    matrimony 
   
    with 
   
    faithfulness; 
   
    and 
   
    consequently 
   
    formed 
   
    an 
   
    honourable 
   
    idea 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    mind, 
   
    which 
   
    he, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    space 
   
    of 
   
    several 
   
    years, 
   
    happily 
   
    found 
   
    realized 
   
    by 
   
    many, 
   
    both 
   
    high 
   
    and 
   
    low. 
   
    After 
   
    his 
   
    contemplation 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    subject, 
   
    he 
   
    called 
   
    the 
   
    lovely 
   
    Sally, 
   
    with 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    affection 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    brother 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    sister. 
   
    "Well, 
   
    my 
   
    dear, 
   
    (said 
   
    he,
   
    ) 
   
    take 
   
    this 
   
    money,
   
    " 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    exactly 
   
    three-pence; 
   
    "please 
   
    to 
   
    buy 
   
    a 
   
    pennyworth 
   
    of 
   
    beef 
   
    stakes, 
   
    a 
   
    pennyworth 
   
    of 
   
    potatoes, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    third 
   
    penny, 
   
    two 
   
    halfpenny 
   
    rolls; 
   
    dress 
   
    the 
   
    meat 
   
    well, 
   
    and 
   
    let 
   
    us 
   
    have 
   
    it 
   
    as 
   
    soon 
   
    as 
   
    possible; 
   
    for, 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    observe, 
   
    we 
   
    are 
   
    really 
   
    very 
   
    hungry.
   
    " 
   
    Sally, 
   
    hearing 
   
    the 
   
    writers 
   
    stately 
   
    orders, 
   
    ran 
   
    down 
   
    like 
   
    lightning, 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    her 
   
    mistress 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    unaccountable 
   
    extravagances 
   
    of 
   
    Emin 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    countryman. 
   
    The 
   
    landlady 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    help 
   
    laughing; 
   
    but 
   
    good 
   
    Sally, 
   
    still 
   
    in 
   
    great 
   
    concern, 
   
    came 
   
    up 
   
    again, 
   
    and 
   
    conducted 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    about 
   
    fifteen 
   
    doors 
   
    higher, 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    neat 
   
    Dutch 
   
    woman 
   
    who 
   
    kept 
   
    a 
   
    cooks 
   
    shop, 
   
    chiefly 
   
    selling 
   
    broth, 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    bason 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    halfpenny; 
   
    so, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    halfpennyworth 
   
    more 
   
    of 
   
    bread, 
   
    broke 
   
    and 
   
    put 
   
    into 
   
    it, 
   
    they 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    tolerable 
   
    dinner.
 
   
    In 
   
    this 
   
    manner 
   
    they 
   
    passed 
   
    another 
   
    week; 
   
    during 
   
    that 
   
    time, 
   
    Sally 
   
    took 
   
    great 
   
    pains, 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    she 
   
    had 
   
    an 
   
    opportunity 
   
    to 
   
    come 
   
    and 
   
    stand 
   
    by, 
   
    she 
   
    comforted 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    sincerity 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    her 
   
    dear 
   
    brothers. 
   
    She 
   
    was 
   
    endowed 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    talent, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    thinks 
   
    it 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    ungenerous 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    omit 
   
    mentioning: 
   
    - 
   
    As 
   
    she 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    rise 
   
    early 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    morning 
   
    to 
   
    work, 
   
    she 
   
    always, 
   
    in 
   
    her 
   
    choice 
   
    of 
   
    songs, 
   
    warbled 
   
    the 
   
    song, 
   
    "All 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Downs 
   
    the 
   
    fleet 
   
    was 
   
    moored,
   
    " 
   
    etc., 
   
    with 
   
    so 
   
    fine 
   
    a 
   
    voice, 
   
    and 
   
    so 
   
    pathetic 
   
    manner 
   
    without 
   
    any 
   
    affectation, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    hearer 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    snapped 
   
    his 
   
    fingers 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    admired 
   
    Italian 
   
    singing 
   
    girl. 
   
    The 
   
    reader 
   
    may 
   
    very 
   
    well 
   
    suppose 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    love; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    owns 
   
    it; 
   
    and 
   
    so 
   
    would 
   
    any 
   
    one 
   
    else 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    well-meaning 
   
    heart 
   
    have 
   
    been, 
   
    to 
   
    find 
   
    so 
   
    great 
   
    fortitude 
   
    and 
   
    virtue 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    poor 
   
    innocent 
   
    servant 
   
    - 
   
    the 
   
    genuine 
   
    produce 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    famous 
   
    country 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    really 
   
    in 
   
    love 
   
    with; 
   
    which, 
   
    true 
   
    enough, 
   
    is 
   
    torment 
   
    and 
   
    plague 
   
    to 
   
    those 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    ungratefully 
   
    wicked 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    erroneous 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    judging. 
   
    It 
   
    is 
   
    true, 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    nation, 
   
    by 
   
    their 
   
    extensive 
   
    learning, 
   
    are 
   
    sensible 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    difference 
   
    between 
   
    the 
   
    goodness 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    admirable 
   
    laws 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    mother 
   
    country, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    miseries 
   
    of 
   
    others: 
   
    yet 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    impossible 
   
    to 
   
    judge 
   
    perfectly 
   
    by 
   
    theory, 
   
    unless 
   
    (which 
   
    God 
   
    avert) 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    proved 
   
    it 
   
    by 
   
    experience.
 
   
    At 
   
    the 
   
    end 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    fortnight, 
   
    they 
   
    met 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    Royal 
   
    Exchange, 
   
    named 
   
    Stephenus, 
   
    who 
   
    shipped 
   
    off 
   
    Masseh 
   
    to 
   
    Amsterdam, 
   
    and 
   
    took 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    lodging, 
   
    at 
   
    one 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Newmans 
   
    on 
   
    Dowgate 
   
    Hill, 
   
    facing 
   
    Skinners 
   
    Hall. 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    had 
   
    about 
   
    fifty-two 
   
    rupees, 
   
    besides 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    shillings, 
   
    the 
   
    remainder 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    pay; 
   
    he 
   
    gave 
   
    them 
   
    all 
   
    to 
   
    Stephenus, 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    paid 
   
    three 
   
    guineas 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton, 
   
    master 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    academy 
   
    in 
   
    Bishopsgate-street, 
   
    beforehand, 
   
    agreeably 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    rule 
   
    established; 
   
    and 
   
    afterwards 
   
    three 
   
    more, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    finished 
   
    some 
   
    learning, 
   
    and 
   
    agreed 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    a 
   
    shilling 
   
    a-day 
   
    to 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Newman 
   
    for 
   
    lodging, 
   
    washing 
   
    and 
   
    boarding. 
   
    He 
   
    lived 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    house 
   
    exactly 
   
    fifty 
   
    days 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    change 
   
    his 
   
    mind. 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Newman 
   
    found 
   
    fault 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    eating, 
   
    which 
   
    she 
   
    thought 
   
    was 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    a 
   
    shillings 
   
    worth. 
   
    Stephenus 
   
    said, 
   
    "I 
   
    will 
   
    give 
   
    you 
   
    a 
   
    guinea 
   
    a-month, 
   
    but 
   
    cannot 
   
    afford 
   
    more: 
   
    manage 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    can.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    contented 
   
    himself 
   
    even 
   
    with 
   
    that, 
   
    better 
   
    than 
   
    with 
   
    nothing, 
   
    lodging 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    house, 
   
    and 
   
    paying 
   
    a 
   
    shilling 
   
    a-week 
   
    to 
   
    sleep 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    garret, 
   
    two 
   
    shillings 
   
    and 
   
    six-pence 
   
    for 
   
    washing 
   
    and 
   
    mending, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    shilling 
   
    for 
   
    shaving 
   
    twice 
   
    a-week, 
   
    making 
   
    in 
   
    all 
   
    fifteen 
   
    shillings; 
   
    there 
   
    remained 
   
    six 
   
    shillings 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    on, 
   
    little 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    two-pence 
   
    halfpenny 
   
    a-day. 
   
    Almost 
   
    for 
   
    seven 
   
    months 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    shift, 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    miserable 
   
    starving 
   
    condition, 
   
    and 
   
    diligently 
   
    attended 
   
    the 
   
    academy; 
   
    when, 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    sorrow, 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Newman, 
   
    his 
   
    landlady, 
   
    gave 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    mouths 
   
    warning 
   
    to 
   
    leave 
   
    the 
   
    lodging, 
   
    and 
   
    said: 
   
    "The 
   
    Armenian 
   
    petty 
   
    merchant 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    stay 
   
    with 
   
    us 
   
    on 
   
    your 
   
    account: 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    pays 
   
    thirty 
   
    pounds 
   
    sterling 
   
    a-year 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    table, 
   
    should 
   
    he 
   
    leave 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    it 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    against 
   
    the 
   
    grain 
   
    with 
   
    us.
   
    " 
   
    Poor 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Newman 
   
    made 
   
    many 
   
    apologies, 
   
    and 
   
    shewed 
   
    great 
   
    uneasiness 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    authors 
   
    distressed 
   
    situation.
 
   
    This 
   
    circumstance 
   
    was 
   
    owing 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    unhappy 
   
    Armenians 
   
    being 
   
    turned 
   
    papist, 
   
    and 
   
    wishing 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    thinking; 
   
    but 
   
    could 
   
    by 
   
    no 
   
    means 
   
    prevail 
   
    on 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    become 
   
    a 
   
    turn-coat 
   
    like 
   
    himself. 
   
    He 
   
    remembered 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    ill 
   
    usage 
   
    from 
   
    some 
   
    Mahomedan 
   
    Persians, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    persecuted 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    city 
   
    of 
   
    Cashan; 
   
    but, 
   
    trusting 
   
    in 
   
    God, 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    despair. 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    absent 
   
    himself 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    academy, 
   
    and 
   
    try 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    get 
   
    any 
   
    employ. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Newman 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    good 
   
    wife 
   
    advised 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    register-office, 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    mean 
   
    room 
   
    behind 
   
    the 
   
    Royal 
   
    Exchange, 
   
    and 
   
    promised 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    character. 
   
    Miss 
   
    Newman, 
   
    their 
   
    daughter, 
   
    was 
   
    sent 
   
    by 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    his 
   
    name 
   
    registered 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    book, 
   
    where 
   
    several 
   
    gentlemen 
   
    who 
   
    wanted 
   
    servants 
   
    had 
   
    set 
   
    their 
   
    names 
   
    and 
   
    directions. 
   
    According 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    custom, 
   
    he 
   
    paid 
   
    a 
   
    shilling, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    found 
   
    in 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    winter 
   
    nights, 
   
    about 
   
    nine 
   
    oclock, 
   
    walking 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Exchange 
   
    in 
   
    order 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    himself 
   
    warm, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    permitted, 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    severe 
   
    order 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    to 
   
    enter 
   
    the 
   
    room, 
   
    or 
   
    go 
   
    near 
   
    the 
   
    kitchen 
   
    fire; 
   
    a 
   
    barbarity 
   
    neither 
   
    a 
   
    Turk 
   
    nor 
   
    a 
   
    Jew 
   
    would 
   
    leave 
   
    been 
   
    guilty 
   
    of. 
   
    The 
   
    register 
   
    master, 
   
    laughing 
   
    and 
   
    making 
   
    a 
   
    jest 
   
    of 
   
    him 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    time, 
   
    directed 
   
    him 
   
    every 
   
    day, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    morning, 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    week, 
   
    to 
   
    different 
   
    gentlemen; 
   
    when 
   
    he, 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    difficulty, 
   
    for 
   
    want 
   
    of 
   
    proper 
   
    food 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    strength, 
   
    found 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    being 
   
    chiefly 
   
    at 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    distance, 
   
    almost 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    end 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    town, 
   
    the 
   
    gentlemen 
   
    said, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    fool 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    register, 
   
    we 
   
    are 
   
    provided 
   
    with 
   
    servants. 
   
    Some 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    said, 
   
    he 
   
    looked 
   
    very 
   
    ugly; 
   
    some 
   
    swore; 
   
    some 
   
    said, 
   
    he 
   
    looked 
   
    nine 
   
    ways 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    Sunday; 
   
    and 
   
    another 
   
    said, 
   
    "If 
   
    anybody 
   
    should 
   
    chance 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    your 
   
    countenance, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    have 
   
    good 
   
    luck 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    fortnight 
   
    together.
   
    "
 
   
    In 
   
    this 
   
    unspeakable 
   
    condition 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    directed 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Drury 
   
    Lane, 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    broken 
   
    house, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    found 
   
    a 
   
    carpenter 
   
    working 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    labourer, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    soldier. 
   
    When 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    acquainted 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    errand, 
   
    they 
   
    told 
   
    him 
   
    that 
   
    their 
   
    master 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    fine 
   
    gentleman 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    a 
   
    footman, 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    bricklayer. 
   
    Emins 
   
    answer 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    honest 
   
    soldier 
   
    was, 
   
    "that 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    care 
   
    if 
   
    the 
   
    person 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    scavenger, 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    bread 
   
    by 
   
    industry 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    work 
   
    at 
   
    anything; 
   
    but 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    not 
   
    get 
   
    business, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    resolved 
   
    rather 
   
    to 
   
    die 
   
    with 
   
    hunger, 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    man, 
   
    than 
   
    to 
   
    beg.
   
    " 
   
    This 
   
    moved 
   
    the 
   
    brave 
   
    soldier 
   
    to 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    degree, 
   
    that 
   
    it 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    cry 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    child; 
   
    and 
   
    turning 
   
    himself 
   
    towards 
   
    the 
   
    carpenter, 
   
    "It 
   
    is 
   
    hard", 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    "to 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    stranger; 
   
    for 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    situation 
   
    once 
   
    in 
   
    Flanders.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    treated 
   
    Emin 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    pint 
   
    of 
   
    beer, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    drank 
   
    against 
   
    his 
   
    will; 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    mean 
   
    time, 
   
    he 
   
    promised 
   
    to 
   
    speak 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    word 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    master. 
   
    While 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    comforting 
   
    Emin, 
   
    in 
   
    came 
   
    a 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    named 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emir, 
   
    a 
   
    fresh 
   
    looking 
   
    man, 
   
    about 
   
    thirty 
   
    years 
   
    of 
   
    age. 
   
    The 
   
    honest 
   
    soldier 
   
    accosted 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    began 
   
    his 
   
    mediation; 
   
    but 
   
    no 
   
    sooner 
   
    did 
   
    he 
   
    hear 
   
    the 
   
    name 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    foreigner, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    flew 
   
    into 
   
    a 
   
    passion, 
   
    kicking 
   
    about 
   
    the 
   
    rubbish, 
   
    damning 
   
    Emin 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    Frenchman. 
   
    He 
   
    assured 
   
    him 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    contrary, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian; 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    nothing 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    world 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    character. 
   
    The 
   
    gentleman 
   
    took 
   
    the 
   
    appellation 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    German, 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "Very 
   
    well, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    Frenchman; 
   
    step 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    door.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    called 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    pint 
   
    of 
   
    beer; 
   
    and 
   
    seeing 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    almost 
   
    wasted 
   
    away, 
   
    ordered 
   
    some 
   
    bread 
   
    and 
   
    cheese; 
   
    and 
   
    stood 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    bar. 
   
    While 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    eating, 
   
    and 
   
    again 
   
    drinking 
   
    up 
   
    strong 
   
    beer, 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    his 
   
    good 
   
    opinion, 
   
    (since 
   
    the 
   
    common 
   
    people 
   
    in 
   
    London 
   
    have 
   
    the 
   
    conceit, 
   
    that 
   
    if 
   
    any 
   
    labouring 
   
    man 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    drink 
   
    strong 
   
    beer, 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    work,
   
    ) 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emir, 
   
    the 
   
    master 
   
    bricklayer, 
   
    was 
   
    standing 
   
    by 
   
    looking 
   
    at 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    pitying 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    concern 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    his 
   
    brother. 
   
    Emin 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    persuaded 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    pay 
   
    all; 
   
    he 
   
    paid 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    bread, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    master 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    beer.
 
   
    This 
   
    happened 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    month 
   
    of 
   
    May, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    twenty-six 
   
    years 
   
    of 
   
    age; 
   
    the 
   
    days 
   
    being 
   
    long, 
   
    the 
   
    carpenter 
   
    and 
   
    soldier 
   
    left 
   
    off 
   
    work 
   
    and 
   
    went 
   
    away 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    settled 
   
    hour. 
   
    Master 
   
    Emir 
   
    ordered 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    sit 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    rubbishing 
   
    ground 
   
    to 
   
    work, 
   
    and 
   
    gave 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    pickax 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    holes 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    narrow 
   
    ends 
   
    of 
   
    slates 
   
    to 
   
    fasten 
   
    pegs 
   
    into 
   
    them, 
   
    which 
   
    serve 
   
    to 
   
    fix 
   
    them 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    tops 
   
    of 
   
    houses. 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    sat 
   
    himself 
   
    down 
   
    contentedly 
   
    to 
   
    work; 
   
    but 
   
    while 
   
    the 
   
    bricklayer 
   
    was 
   
    taken 
   
    up 
   
    with 
   
    other 
   
    things, 
   
    he 
   
    broke, 
   
    in 
   
    half 
   
    an 
   
    hours 
   
    time, 
   
    near 
   
    200 
   
    slates, 
   
    not 
   
    knowing 
   
    how 
   
    to 
   
    manage 
   
    the 
   
    tool. 
   
    When 
   
    his 
   
    master 
   
    came 
   
    back 
   
    to 
   
    look 
   
    how 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    going 
   
    on, 
   
    he 
   
    cried 
   
    out, 
   
    "O 
   
    Lord, 
   
    you 
   
    ruin 
   
    me; 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    spoiled 
   
    three 
   
    shillings 
   
    worth 
   
    of 
   
    materials! 
   
    - 
   
    come, 
   
    come, 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    your 
   
    business, 
   
    it 
   
    does 
   
    not 
   
    signify, 
   
    I 
   
    only 
   
    did 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    try 
   
    you; 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    see 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    willing 
   
    to 
   
    work; 
   
    what 
   
    you 
   
    told 
   
    me 
   
    agrees 
   
    with 
   
    your 
   
    industrious 
   
    motions, 
   
    you 
   
    appear 
   
    indefatigable; 
   
    never 
   
    mind 
   
    it, 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    in 
   
    our 
   
    country, 
   
    for 
   
    you 
   
    seem 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    true 
   
    German.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    trying 
   
    to 
   
    correct 
   
    the 
   
    misunderstanding, 
   
    said, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    German;
   
    " 
   
    he 
   
    answered, 
   
    "Well, 
   
    well, 
   
    Germans 
   
    and 
   
    Armenians 
   
    are 
   
    all 
   
    alike, 
   
    as 
   
    long 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    Frenchman, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    glad 
   
    of 
   
    it.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    added, 
   
    This 
   
    is 
   
    Saturday, 
   
    to-morrow 
   
    is 
   
    Sunday, 
   
    when 
   
    all 
   
    good 
   
    Christians 
   
    must 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    church, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    hope 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    one?" 
   
    "Yes, 
   
    master,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    Emin. 
   
    "Then,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    he, 
   
    "if 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    come 
   
    on 
   
    Monday 
   
    morning, 
   
    you 
   
    shall 
   
    have 
   
    half-a-crown 
   
    a-day, 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    rest 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    workmen;
   
    " 
   
    bidding 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    afternoon, 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    some 
   
    degree 
   
    happy.
 
   
    Emin 
   
    had 
   
    at 
   
    that 
   
    time 
   
    two 
   
    shillings 
   
    left 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    guinea, 
   
    the 
   
    remainder 
   
    of 
   
    last 
   
    months 
   
    allowance 
   
    by 
   
    Stephenus: 
   
    and, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    home 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    his 
   
    mother-like 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Newman 
   
    what 
   
    had 
   
    happened, 
   
    seeming 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    pretty 
   
    cheerful 
   
    too, 
   
    she 
   
    said, 
   
    "The 
   
    work 
   
    is 
   
    very 
   
    laborious, 
   
    and 
   
    equally 
   
    dangerous: 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    used 
   
    to 
   
    climb 
   
    up 
   
    high 
   
    ladders, 
   
    who 
   
    knows 
   
    but 
   
    you 
   
    may 
   
    fall 
   
    down, 
   
    and 
   
    break 
   
    your 
   
    neck 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    bargain. 
   
    Your 
   
    best 
   
    way 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Blackwall 
   
    or 
   
    Deptford, 
   
    and 
   
    work 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    loading 
   
    and 
   
    unloading 
   
    ships; 
   
    and 
   
    consider 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    fortnight 
   
    more 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    house, 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    Jew 
   
    countryman 
   
    every 
   
    day 
   
    threatens 
   
    to 
   
    leave 
   
    us 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    dont 
   
    go 
   
    away.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    said 
   
    nothing, 
   
    went 
   
    up 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    garret, 
   
    which, 
   
    although 
   
    very 
   
    clean, 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    appeared 
   
    a 
   
    loathsome 
   
    dungeon, 
   
    in 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    hardly 
   
    enjoyed 
   
    comfort 
   
    of 
   
    bed 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    space 
   
    of 
   
    nine 
   
    months. 
   
    He 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    close 
   
    his 
   
    eyes 
   
    that 
   
    whole 
   
    night, 
   
    nor 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    following, 
   
    partly 
   
    through 
   
    hunger, 
   
    partly 
   
    vexation 
   
    of 
   
    mind; 
   
    but 
   
    praying 
   
    to 
   
    God, 
   
    he 
   
    bore 
   
    it 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    could.
 
   
    Disappointing 
   
    Emir 
   
    the 
   
    bricklayer, 
   
    two 
   
    hours 
   
    before 
   
    sunrise 
   
    on 
   
    Monday 
   
    morning, 
   
    he 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    for 
   
    Deptford. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    an 
   
    ale-house 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    side 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Thames, 
   
    he 
   
    called 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    pint 
   
    of 
   
    porter 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    lusty 
   
    fellow, 
   
    to 
   
    appear 
   
    well 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    eyes 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    housekeeper, 
   
    sensible 
   
    that 
   
    for 
   
    two 
   
    days 
   
    before 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    not 
   
    digested 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    liquor, 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    poured 
   
    poison 
   
    upon 
   
    poison. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    thought 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    speak 
   
    with 
   
    assurance, 
   
    he 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    woman, 
   
    "Pray, 
   
    madam, 
   
    is 
   
    there 
   
    any 
   
    vessel 
   
    here, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    unloaded?" 
   
    drinking 
   
    up 
   
    the 
   
    pint, 
   
    and 
   
    calling 
   
    for 
   
    another, 
   
    to 
   
    appear 
   
    more 
   
    generous. 
   
    She 
   
    said, 
   
    "No, 
   
    Sir, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    too 
   
    early, 
   
    the 
   
    Indiamen 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    yet 
   
    arrived; 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    no 
   
    occasion 
   
    to 
   
    spend 
   
    your 
   
    money 
   
    in 
   
    vain; 
   
    I 
   
    see 
   
    you 
   
    drink 
   
    against 
   
    your 
   
    will, 
   
    and 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    very 
   
    well.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    begged 
   
    to 
   
    lay 
   
    himself 
   
    down 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    bench; 
   
    she 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    objection, 
   
    and 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    grave 
   
    manner, 
   
    "After 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    rested 
   
    a 
   
    little, 
   
    step 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    long 
   
    room, 
   
    there 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    see 
   
    many 
   
    men 
   
    lying 
   
    and 
   
    rolling 
   
    upon 
   
    dry 
   
    hard 
   
    boards, 
   
    all 
   
    for 
   
    want 
   
    of 
   
    work.
   
    " 
   
    A 
   
    few 
   
    minutes 
   
    after, 
   
    he 
   
    got 
   
    up 
   
    and 
   
    visited 
   
    the 
   
    mansion, 
   
    with 
   
    its 
   
    owner. 
   
    It 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    real 
   
    purgatory, 
   
    where, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    escape 
   
    dying 
   
    with 
   
    hunger, 
   
    he 
   
    must 
   
    share 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    misery 
   
    with 
   
    them. 
   
    His 
   
    heart 
   
    was 
   
    filled 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    distracting 
   
    portion 
   
    of 
   
    beer, 
   
    without 
   
    a 
   
    soul, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    plentiful 
   
    country, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    found, 
   
    who 
   
    would 
   
    bestow 
   
    on 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    drop 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    antidote 
   
    of 
   
    hope. 
   
    He 
   
    can 
   
    hardly 
   
    recollect 
   
    how 
   
    he 
   
    reached 
   
    the 
   
    lodging 
   
    on 
   
    Dowgate 
   
    Hill, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    just 
   
    sense 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    throw 
   
    himself 
   
    down 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    house. 
   
    The 
   
    darling 
   
    drink 
   
    of 
   
    porters, 
   
    the 
   
    medical 
   
    barley 
   
    wine, 
   
    had 
   
    such 
   
    an 
   
    effect 
   
    on 
   
    him 
   
    and 
   
    took 
   
    away 
   
    his 
   
    strength 
   
    to 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    degree, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    walk 
   
    upstairs, 
   
    and 
   
    lay 
   
    down 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    stone 
   
    pavement 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    yard, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    office 
   
    door.
 
   
    The 
   
    kitchen 
   
    window, 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    floor, 
   
    was 
   
    over 
   
    that 
   
    place; 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    hear 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    speaking 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    people, 
   
    murmuring 
   
    against 
   
    Emin, 
   
    dropping 
   
    unbecoming 
   
    expressions 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    poison 
   
    the 
   
    hearer, 
   
    hallooing 
   
    loudly 
   
    to 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Newman, 
   
    and 
   
    saying, 
   
    "What 
   
    is 
   
    become 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    garret-lodger? 
   
    your 
   
    honest 
   
    husband 
   
    was 
   
    foolish 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    believe 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    give 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    character 
   
    for 
   
    honesty; 
   
    who 
   
    knows 
   
    now 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    pleasuring?" 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Newman 
   
    answered, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    loud 
   
    voice, 
   
    "Say 
   
    what 
   
    you 
   
    will, 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    an 
   
    honest 
   
    young 
   
    man; 
   
    what 
   
    you 
   
    say 
   
    is 
   
    all 
   
    spite, 
   
    because 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    papist 
   
    like 
   
    you; 
   
    nor 
   
    do 
   
    I 
   
    care 
   
    a 
   
    pin 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    staying 
   
    or 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    house; 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    assured, 
   
    nobody 
   
    else 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    city 
   
    will 
   
    let 
   
    you 
   
    board 
   
    so 
   
    reasonably 
   
    as 
   
    we 
   
    do, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    an 
   
    Englishwoman, 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    like 
   
    your 
   
    overbearing 
   
    temper; 
   
    hold 
   
    your 
   
    tongue.
   
    "
 
   
    To 
   
    this 
   
    dialogue 
   
    he 
   
    listened 
   
    five 
   
    minutes, 
   
    and 
   
    lay 
   
    down, 
   
    from 
   
    half 
   
    an 
   
    hour 
   
    after 
   
    six, 
   
    to 
   
    almost 
   
    eleven 
   
    oclock, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    tormenting 
   
    pain. 
   
    Just 
   
    as 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    supper, 
   
    the 
   
    servant 
   
    maid 
   
    came 
   
    down 
   
    to 
   
    shut 
   
    the 
   
    back 
   
    door, 
   
    and 
   
    saw 
   
    him 
   
    sprawling 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    stones. 
   
    She 
   
    was 
   
    frightened 
   
    at 
   
    first, 
   
    but 
   
    when 
   
    she 
   
    knew 
   
    who 
   
    he 
   
    was, 
   
    she 
   
    ran 
   
    up, 
   
    screaming, 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    her 
   
    mistress 
   
    that 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    dead. 
   
    This 
   
    happened 
   
    aptly 
   
    to 
   
    her 
   
    boarders 
   
    reflection, 
   
    and 
   
    her 
   
    good-will 
   
    towards 
   
    the 
   
    author; 
   
    she 
   
    immediately 
   
    ran 
   
    downstairs, 
   
    with 
   
    her 
   
    husband, 
   
    daughter, 
   
    and 
   
    servant, 
   
    who 
   
    took 
   
    him 
   
    up 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    arms, 
   
    carried 
   
    and 
   
    laid 
   
    him 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    bed; 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    a 
   
    glass 
   
    of 
   
    wine, 
   
    with 
   
    some 
   
    rhubarb, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    care, 
   
    cured 
   
    him 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    disorder 
   
    and 
   
    saved 
   
    his 
   
    life.
 
   
    He 
   
    reprimanded 
   
    lightly 
   
    the 
   
    old 
   
    unthinking 
   
    cruel 
   
    man, 
   
    who 
   
    meditated 
   
    another 
   
    method 
   
    of 
   
    revenging 
   
    himself 
   
    upon 
   
    Emin, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    morning 
   
    called 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    room. 
   
    Emin 
   
    supposed 
   
    his 
   
    compassion 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    moved, 
   
    or 
   
    inclined 
   
    to 
   
    reconciliation. 
   
    But 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    contrary, 
   
    he 
   
    produced 
   
    an 
   
    account 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    expences 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    at, 
   
    and 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    balance 
   
    due 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    seventeen 
   
    pounds 
   
    sterling: 
   
    he 
   
    then 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    Emin, 
   
    "As 
   
    you 
   
    cannot 
   
    afford 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    me 
   
    now, 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    necessary 
   
    to 
   
    draw 
   
    a 
   
    bond 
   
    in 
   
    form, 
   
    on 
   
    condition 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    the 
   
    balance 
   
    in 
   
    six 
   
    months.
   
    " 
   
    Well 
   
    knowing 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    pay 
   
    it 
   
    in 
   
    six 
   
    years, 
   
    (Mrs. 
   
    Newman 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    standing 
   
    behind 
   
    the 
   
    door, 
   
    and 
   
    heard 
   
    all 
   
    that 
   
    passed,
   
    ) 
   
    Emin 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    since 
   
    you 
   
    depart 
   
    from 
   
    your 
   
    word, 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    departed 
   
    from 
   
    your 
   
    fathers 
   
    religion, 
   
    I 
   
    give 
   
    my 
   
    word, 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    pay 
   
    the 
   
    sum 
   
    when 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    able; 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    writing 
   
    under 
   
    my 
   
    hand, 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    expected.
   
    " 
   
    And 
   
    added, 
   
    "That 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    sensible 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    wicked 
   
    intention, 
   
    and 
   
    that, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    easy 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    answer 
   
    he 
   
    received, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    give 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    thrashing, 
   
    and 
   
    expose 
   
    his 
   
    character 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    Royal 
   
    Exchange 
   
    among 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    merchants.
   
    " 
   
    Upon 
   
    which 
   
    Stephenus 
   
    looked 
   
    as 
   
    pale 
   
    as 
   
    death, 
   
    resembling 
   
    Shylock 
   
    the 
   
    avaricious 
   
    Jew 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Merchant 
   
    of 
   
    Venice. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    room, 
   
    he 
   
    saw 
   
    the 
   
    landlady 
   
    standing 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    way; 
   
    she 
   
    stepped 
   
    in, 
   
    and 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    "He 
   
    served 
   
    you 
   
    right.
   
    " 
   
    Then 
   
    she 
   
    came 
   
    out, 
   
    and 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    Emin, 
   
    "Well 
   
    done! 
   
    now 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    behaved 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    spirit.
   
    "
 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    seeing 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    impossible 
   
    for 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    any 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    employment 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    light 
   
    service 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    made 
   
    it 
   
    his 
   
    business 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    Royal 
   
    Exchange 
   
    every 
   
    day 
   
    except 
   
    Sundays, 
   
    his 
   
    finances 
   
    being 
   
    reduced 
   
    so 
   
    low 
   
    as 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    a 
   
    more 
   
    pinching 
   
    calculation, 
   
    and 
   
    lived 
   
    upon 
   
    three 
   
    halfpence 
   
    a-day 
   
    for 
   
    three 
   
    weeks, 
   
    in 
   
    order 
   
    to 
   
    linger 
   
    away 
   
    by 
   
    degrees 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    welcome 
   
    gates 
   
    of 
   
    death. 
   
    He 
   
    found 
   
    at 
   
    last, 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    Change, 
   
    a 
   
    sailor 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    blue 
   
    jacket, 
   
    belonging 
   
    to 
   
    Crisps 
   
    office, 
   
    talking 
   
    to 
   
    some 
   
    other 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    perhaps 
   
    no 
   
    less 
   
    destitute 
   
    than 
   
    himself. 
   
    Curiosity 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    necessity, 
   
    led 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    what 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    about. 
   
    The 
   
    man 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    blue 
   
    jacket 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "Well, 
   
    my 
   
    friend, 
   
    will 
   
    you 
   
    do 
   
    as 
   
    they 
   
    do?" 
   
    "What 
   
    is 
   
    it?" 
   
    said 
   
    Emin. 
   
    "They 
   
    have 
   
    no 
   
    friends 
   
    in 
   
    London, 
   
    like 
   
    yourself,
   
    " 
   
    answered 
   
    he; 
   
    "and 
   
    are 
   
    desirous 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Jamaica: 
   
    they 
   
    are 
   
    to 
   
    sign 
   
    indentures 
   
    for 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    years, 
   
    some 
   
    ten, 
   
    some 
   
    fifteen, 
   
    some 
   
    twenty. 
   
    After 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    limited 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    over, 
   
    they 
   
    will 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    piece 
   
    of 
   
    land 
   
    given 
   
    them 
   
    for 
   
    their 
   
    service. 
   
    Though 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    hard 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    hot 
   
    country, 
   
    yet 
   
    if 
   
    they 
   
    survive, 
   
    and 
   
    behave 
   
    soberly, 
   
    they 
   
    may 
   
    make 
   
    their 
   
    fortune.
   
    " 
   
    By 
   
    that 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    dog 
   
    rhetorick 
   
    he 
   
    filled 
   
    the 
   
    authors 
   
    head 
   
    full 
   
    of 
   
    sense, 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    belly 
   
    full 
   
    of 
   
    victuals. 
   
    He 
   
    said 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    consider.
 
   
    Three 
   
    days 
   
    after, 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    month 
   
    was 
   
    expired, 
   
    he 
   
    left 
   
    the 
   
    lodging; 
   
    for 
   
    that 
   
    day 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    shift 
   
    to 
   
    walk 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Change, 
   
    saw 
   
    the 
   
    man 
   
    again, 
   
    agreed 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    day, 
   
    and 
   
    ashamed 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    the 
   
    fellow 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    place 
   
    to 
   
    steep 
   
    in, 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    walk 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    streets 
   
    of 
   
    London 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    night, 
   
    from 
   
    one 
   
    end 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    other, 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    watchman, 
   
    having 
   
    no 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    three 
   
    halfpence 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    pocket. 
   
    The 
   
    next 
   
    morning 
   
    providentially 
   
    he 
   
    met 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middletons 
   
    son 
   
    William. 
   
    Now 
   
    he 
   
    hoped 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    in 
   
    England, 
   
    as 
   
    William 
   
    stopped 
   
    him, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    top 
   
    of 
   
    Bishopsgate-street, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    inquisitive 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    pale 
   
    look, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    cause 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    absence 
   
    three 
   
    weeks 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    academy. 
   
    At 
   
    first 
   
    he 
   
    hesitated, 
   
    but 
   
    to 
   
    no 
   
    purpose 
   
    but 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    told 
   
    his 
   
    case, 
   
    the 
   
    young 
   
    gentleman 
   
    cried; 
   
    forced 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    academy, 
   
    told 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    and 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    the 
   
    mother 
   
    who 
   
    pitied 
   
    him 
   
    extremely, 
   
    and 
   
    were 
   
    sorry 
   
    for 
   
    not 
   
    knowing 
   
    his 
   
    distress 
   
    before. 
   
    The 
   
    father 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    son, 
   
    "Will, 
   
    take 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    room, 
   
    let 
   
    him 
   
    have 
   
    some 
   
    victuals 
   
    first, 
   
    then 
   
    we 
   
    will 
   
    talk 
   
    the 
   
    matter 
   
    over.
   
    "
 
   
    The 
   
    wandering 
   
    writer 
   
    took 
   
    great 
   
    care 
   
    in 
   
    eating, 
   
    for 
   
    fear 
   
    of 
   
    ill 
   
    consequences. 
   
    The 
   
    young 
   
    gentleman 
   
    conducted 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    room, 
   
    treated 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    humanity 
   
    (being 
   
    then 
   
    hardly 
   
    twelve 
   
    years 
   
    of 
   
    age); 
   
    which 
   
    behaviour 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    surprising 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    a 
   
    full 
   
    grown 
   
    man. 
   
    He 
   
    brought 
   
    breakfast, 
   
    dinner 
   
    and 
   
    supper 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    hands 
   
    for 
   
    several 
   
    days 
   
    after. 
   
    Emin 
   
    slept 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    that 
   
    night.
 
   
    The 
   
    next 
   
    morning, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    the 
   
    father 
   
    asked 
   
    him 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    falling 
   
    out 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    Armenian 
   
    Stephenus. 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    trouble 
   
    you 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    story; 
   
    please 
   
    to 
   
    send 
   
    and 
   
    ask 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    of 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Newman; 
   
    they 
   
    will 
   
    tell 
   
    you 
   
    at 
   
    once.
   
    " 
   
    Immediately 
   
    an 
   
    elderly 
   
    servant 
   
    maid 
   
    was 
   
    sent 
   
    for 
   
    that 
   
    purpose. 
   
    When 
   
    she 
   
    came 
   
    back, 
   
    she 
   
    related 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    circumstances, 
   
    and 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    was 
   
    made 
   
    easy 
   
    in 
   
    regard 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    character. 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    said, 
   
    "What 
   
    do 
   
    you 
   
    intend 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    now, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emin?" 
   
    He 
   
    answered, 
   
    "Sir 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    this 
   
    young 
   
    gentleman 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    hospitality, 
   
    which 
   
    saved 
   
    me 
   
    from 
   
    dying 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    street 
   
    for 
   
    want. 
   
    I 
   
    beg 
   
    it 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    favour 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    quarter 
   
    in 
   
    your 
   
    house 
   
    three 
   
    or 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    more, 
   
    if 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    troublesome, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    away 
   
    about 
   
    my 
   
    business.
   
    " 
   
    "Whither 
   
    do 
   
    you 
   
    intend 
   
    to 
   
    go,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    he, 
   
    "let 
   
    me 
   
    know 
   
    it?" 
   
    Emin 
   
    then 
   
    proceeded 
   
    thus: 
   
    "The 
   
    bread 
   
    of 
   
    idleness 
   
    is 
   
    poison 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    who 
   
    would 
   
    rather 
   
    starve 
   
    than 
   
    yield 
   
    to 
   
    it. 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    agreed 
   
    to 
   
    sell 
   
    myself 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    Change 
   
    to 
   
    work 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    West-India 
   
    plantations 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    livelihood.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    repeated 
   
    his 
   
    grateful 
   
    thanks. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    said, 
   
    "Can 
   
    you 
   
    bring 
   
    to 
   
    me 
   
    the 
   
    person 
   
    with 
   
    whom 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    agreement?" 
   
    "I 
   
    dont 
   
    know, 
   
    Sir,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    Emin; 
   
    "if 
   
    you 
   
    please 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    for 
   
    him.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    went; 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    found 
   
    him 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    Change, 
   
    he 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    "Come, 
   
    let 
   
    us 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    friend 
   
    of 
   
    mine 
   
    just 
   
    by, 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    desirous 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    the 
   
    nature 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    indenture 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    signed.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    man 
   
    no 
   
    sooner 
   
    heard 
   
    the 
   
    name 
   
    "a 
   
    friend" 
   
    mentioned, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    flew 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    passion, 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "We 
   
    have 
   
    nothing 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    with 
   
    any 
   
    one 
   
    that 
   
    has 
   
    even 
   
    an 
   
    acquaintance 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    place. 
   
    Get 
   
    away! 
   
    dont 
   
    trouble 
   
    my 
   
    head 
   
    about 
   
    it.
   
    " 
   
    But 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    went 
   
    back 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    of 
   
    it, 
   
    he 
   
    very 
   
    gladly 
   
    expressed 
   
    himself 
   
    thus: 
   
    "You 
   
    have 
   
    escaped 
   
    being 
   
    kidnapped; 
   
    for 
   
    those 
   
    soul-buyers 
   
    make 
   
    harmless 
   
    creatures 
   
    believe 
   
    them 
   
    till 
   
    they 
   
    get 
   
    them 
   
    on 
   
    board, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    by 
   
    compulsion 
   
    oblige 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    sign 
   
    the 
   
    wicked 
   
    indenture, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    ten 
   
    or 
   
    fifteen 
   
    years, 
   
    as 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    settled 
   
    a-shore, 
   
    and 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    ages, 
   
    make 
   
    them 
   
    write 
   
    forty 
   
    or 
   
    fifty 
   
    years, 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    simple 
   
    slaves 
   
    must 
   
    live 
   
    and 
   
    die 
   
    in 
   
    misery. 
   
    In 
   
    my 
   
    opinion, 
   
    your 
   
    best 
   
    way 
   
    will 
   
    be, 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    think 
   
    yourself 
   
    demeaned 
   
    by 
   
    it, 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    house, 
   
    and 
   
    wait 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    gentlemen, 
   
    keep 
   
    the 
   
    key 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    desk, 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    an 
   
    opportunity, 
   
    sit 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    academy 
   
    and 
   
    mind 
   
    your 
   
    learning 
   
    with 
   
    them: 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    then 
   
    have 
   
    boarding 
   
    and 
   
    education 
   
    by 
   
    your 
   
    own 
   
    industry, 
   
    without 
   
    being 
   
    beholden 
   
    to 
   
    any 
   
    one, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    servant 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    long 
   
    before 
   
    he 
   
    goes 
   
    away; 
   
    you 
   
    shall 
   
    have 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    wages 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    has, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    nine 
   
    pounds 
   
    a-year.
   
    "
 
   
    All 
   
    this 
   
    passed 
   
    before 
   
    the 
   
    gentlemen 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    academy, 
   
    above 
   
    forty-five 
   
    or 
   
    fifty 
   
    in 
   
    number, 
   
    half 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    boarders, 
   
    and 
   
    half 
   
    day-scholars. 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    accepted 
   
    the 
   
    offer 
   
    with 
   
    cheerfulness; 
   
    his 
   
    young 
   
    friend 
   
    expressed 
   
    great 
   
    joy, 
   
    and 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    manner 
   
    his 
   
    companion, 
   
    treating 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    civility, 
   
    while 
   
    the 
   
    old 
   
    servant 
   
    continued 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    house. 
   
    The 
   
    gentlemen 
   
    thought 
   
    it 
   
    rather 
   
    unpolite 
   
    of 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton, 
   
    to 
   
    say 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    wait 
   
    on 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    reluctance 
   
    could 
   
    bring 
   
    themselves 
   
    to 
   
    send 
   
    him 
   
    even 
   
    on 
   
    an 
   
    errand, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    a 
   
    school-fellow 
   
    of 
   
    theirs 
   
    for 
   
    nine 
   
    months 
   
    before 
   
    that 
   
    happened. 
   
    But 
   
    Emin 
   
    took 
   
    pains 
   
    to 
   
    inure 
   
    their 
   
    delicate 
   
    minds 
   
    to 
   
    command 
   
    him 
   
    as 
   
    their 
   
    waiting 
   
    servant, 
   
    expostulating, 
   
    and 
   
    showing 
   
    the 
   
    difference 
   
    between 
   
    his 
   
    former 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    present 
   
    station; 
   
    begging, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    mean 
   
    time, 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    so 
   
    good 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    consider 
   
    his 
   
    present 
   
    preferable 
   
    situation 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    life 
   
    of 
   
    slavery, 
   
    which, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    not 
   
    escaped, 
   
    they 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    continually 
   
    calling 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    mind, 
   
    and 
   
    saying, 
   
    "Oh, 
   
    poor 
   
    Emin! 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    gone, 
   
    and 
   
    lost 
   
    for 
   
    ever; 
   
    though 
   
    the 
   
    artful 
   
    kidnapper 
   
    said, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    man.
   
    "
 
   
    Among 
   
    the 
   
    boarders 
   
    there 
   
    were 
   
    two 
   
    brothers, 
   
    the 
   
    grandchildren 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    old 
   
    Sir 
   
    John 
   
    Evelyn; 
   
    the 
   
    name 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    youngest 
   
    was 
   
    John, 
   
    amazingly 
   
    considerate 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    infant 
   
    age; 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    more 
   
    notice 
   
    of 
   
    everything 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    rest; 
   
    was 
   
    surprisingly 
   
    exact 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    morning 
   
    and 
   
    evening 
   
    prayers; 
   
    yet 
   
    very 
   
    cautious 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    seen 
   
    by 
   
    any: 
   
    he 
   
    used 
   
    to 
   
    comfort 
   
    Emin, 
   
    when 
   
    now 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    he 
   
    found 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    thoughtful.
 
   
    One 
   
    day, 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    author, 
   
    after 
   
    school, 
   
    was 
   
    sitting 
   
    at 
   
    his 
   
    table 
   
    writing 
   
    some 
   
    accounts 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    book, 
   
    both 
   
    brothers 
   
    came 
   
    in 
   
    and 
   
    sat 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    desk 
   
    before 
   
    him, 
   
    teasing 
   
    him. 
   
    As 
   
    not 
   
    being 
   
    in 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    best 
   
    humours, 
   
    he 
   
    begged 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    let 
   
    him 
   
    alone; 
   
    they 
   
    still 
   
    persisted 
   
    to 
   
    play 
   
    and 
   
    laugh; 
   
    when, 
   
    by 
   
    accident 
   
    or 
   
    intention, 
   
    his 
   
    young 
   
    friend 
   
    even 
   
    set 
   
    the 
   
    inkhorn 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    page 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    book, 
   
    and 
   
    daubed 
   
    it 
   
    from 
   
    top 
   
    to 
   
    bottom, 
   
    which 
   
    wrought 
   
    upon 
   
    his 
   
    wild 
   
    Asiatic 
   
    temper 
   
    to 
   
    strike 
   
    the 
   
    face 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    best 
   
    friend, 
   
    and 
   
    set 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    innocents 
   
    nose 
   
    bleeding. 
   
    He 
   
    wished 
   
    that 
   
    very 
   
    instant 
   
    the 
   
    elder 
   
    brother 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    strong 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    beaten 
   
    him 
   
    heartily 
   
    for 
   
    that 
   
    unaccountable 
   
    conduct; 
   
    but 
   
    he, 
   
    seeing 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    child 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    bloody 
   
    condition, 
   
    took 
   
    him 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    hand 
   
    to 
   
    carry 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    and 
   
    make 
   
    a 
   
    complaint. 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    then 
   
    took 
   
    for 
   
    granted, 
   
    that 
   
    without 
   
    fail 
   
    he 
   
    must 
   
    prepare 
   
    for 
   
    an 
   
    asylum 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    crimp 
   
    ship 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    West 
   
    India 
   
    plantation. 
   
    The 
   
    harmless 
   
    bleeding 
   
    lamb, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    concurring, 
   
    made 
   
    this 
   
    very 
   
    speech: 
   
    "Dear 
   
    brother, 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    received 
   
    the 
   
    blow 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    ironhand 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    my 
   
    desert; 
   
    we 
   
    plagued 
   
    him 
   
    first; 
   
    what 
   
    business 
   
    had 
   
    we 
   
    here 
   
    after 
   
    the 
   
    academy 
   
    was 
   
    over? 
   
    Your 
   
    heart 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    sure 
   
    is 
   
    sorry 
   
    for 
   
    me, 
   
    but 
   
    consider 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emins 
   
    case; 
   
    what 
   
    will 
   
    become 
   
    of 
   
    him, 
   
    if 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    were 
   
    shewn 
   
    the 
   
    condition 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    in? 
   
    He 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    turned 
   
    out 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    street, 
   
    without 
   
    a 
   
    friend; 
   
    what 
   
    shall 
   
    we 
   
    get 
   
    by 
   
    that? 
   
    Come, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    make 
   
    yourself 
   
    uneasy, 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    all 
   
    our 
   
    fault: 
   
    upon 
   
    my 
   
    honour 
   
    I 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    open 
   
    my 
   
    lips 
   
    about 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    any 
   
    one 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    school, 
   
    and 
   
    you 
   
    shall 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    new 
   
    book 
   
    from 
   
    me: 
   
    come, 
   
    give 
   
    me 
   
    your 
   
    hand, 
   
    let 
   
    us 
   
    be 
   
    friends, 
   
    again; 
   
    do 
   
    not 
   
    mind, 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    all 
   
    over.
   
    " 
   
    What 
   
    will 
   
    the 
   
    candid 
   
    reader 
   
    think 
   
    of 
   
    this 
   
    singularity? 
   
    It 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    hoped 
   
    he 
   
    cannot 
   
    avoid 
   
    being 
   
    sensible 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    authors 
   
    meaning: 
   
    in 
   
    endeavouring 
   
    to 
   
    write 
   
    the 
   
    rough 
   
    narrative 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    life, 
   
    he 
   
    inadvertently 
   
    comes 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    truth, 
   
    and 
   
    spreads 
   
    the 
   
    light 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    upon 
   
    every 
   
    page, 
   
    without 
   
    which 
   
    every 
   
    line 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    would 
   
    appear 
   
    as 
   
    dark 
   
    as 
   
    midnight.
 
   
    The 
   
    man 
   
    went 
   
    away 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    weeks 
   
    after: 
   
    Emin 
   
    succeeded 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    office, 
   
    cleaning 
   
    twenty-four 
   
    pairs 
   
    of 
   
    shoes, 
   
    and 
   
    twice 
   
    the 
   
    number 
   
    of 
   
    knives 
   
    and 
   
    forks, 
   
    and 
   
    running 
   
    on 
   
    errands 
   
    for 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    gentlemen, 
   
    who, 
   
    though 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    think 
   
    it 
   
    reasonable 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    paid, 
   
    yet 
   
    would 
   
    by 
   
    force 
   
    make 
   
    him 
   
    accept 
   
    some, 
   
    saying, 
   
    "If 
   
    you 
   
    refuse, 
   
    upon 
   
    our 
   
    honour 
   
    we 
   
    will 
   
    never 
   
    speak 
   
    to 
   
    you 
   
    any 
   
    more.
   
    "
 
   
    Twice 
   
    a-week 
   
    he 
   
    carried 
   
    some 
   
    eatables 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    hand-basket 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    country-house 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    family, 
   
    nine 
   
    or 
   
    ten 
   
    miles, 
   
    down 
   
    to 
   
    Aldborough 
   
    Hatch; 
   
    sometimes 
   
    he 
   
    walked, 
   
    and 
   
    at 
   
    other 
   
    times 
   
    rode 
   
    on 
   
    horseback.
 
   
    In 
   
    that 
   
    situation 
   
    he 
   
    passed 
   
    life 
   
    very 
   
    comfortably, 
   
    and 
   
    more 
   
    so 
   
    through 
   
    the 
   
    good-nature 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    school-fellows, 
   
    and 
   
    their 
   
    amicable 
   
    expressions. 
   
    As 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    sit 
   
    at 
   
    table 
   
    to 
   
    dinner 
   
    with 
   
    them, 
   
    they 
   
    honoured 
   
    him 
   
    by 
   
    turns 
   
    with 
   
    inviting 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    drink 
   
    tea 
   
    every 
   
    afternoon 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    separate 
   
    apartments. 
   
    But, 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    great 
   
    sorrow, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    broke; 
   
    and, 
   
    being 
   
    indebted 
   
    to 
   
    some 
   
    tradesmen 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    amount 
   
    of 
   
    4000
    
     l. 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    conceal 
   
    himself 
   
    till 
   
    a 
   
    commission 
   
    of 
   
    bankrupt 
   
    was 
   
    taken 
   
    out. 
   
    As 
   
    Mrs. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    trust 
   
    the 
   
    secret 
   
    to 
   
    any 
   
    one 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    she 
   
    deposited 
   
    a 
   
    note 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    faithful 
   
    Emin, 
   
    who 
   
    by 
   
    direction 
   
    found 
   
    the 
   
    tavern 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    gentleman 
   
    was 
   
    (he 
   
    believes 
   
    somewhere 
   
    near 
   
    St. 
   
    Pauls), 
   
    and 
   
    delivered 
   
    the 
   
    note 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    waiter. 
   
    Presently 
   
    after 
   
    came 
   
    out 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton, 
   
    who 
   
    treated 
   
    Emin 
   
    with 
   
    half 
   
    a 
   
    pint 
   
    of 
   
    wine, 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    present 
   
    of 
   
    half-a-guinea, 
   
    giving 
   
    him 
   
    an 
   
    answer 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    note, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    brought 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    lady. 
   
    No 
   
    soul 
   
    knew 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    secret 
   
    from 
   
    him 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    space 
   
    of 
   
    thirty-five 
   
    years.
 
   
    A 
   
    fortnight 
   
    after, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Middleton 
   
    came 
   
    out. 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Reeves, 
   
    another 
   
    academy 
   
    master, 
   
    took 
   
    the 
   
    house; 
   
    and 
   
    Emin 
   
    lost 
   
    his 
   
    wages, 
   
    6
    
     l. 
   
    10
    
     s. 
   
    which 
   
    were 
   
    then 
   
    due; 
   
    ill-natured 
   
    fortune 
   
    making 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    sufferer 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    other 
   
    creditors. 
   
    At 
   
    that 
   
    time 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    10
    
     s. 
   
    6
    
     d. 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    pocket, 
   
    with 
   
    an 
   
    old 
   
    Rag-fair 
   
    coat 
   
    and 
   
    waistcoat, 
   
    and 
   
    six 
   
    sack-cloth 
   
    shirts, 
   
    darned 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    washer-woman 
   
    in 
   
    an 
   
    hundred 
   
    places, 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    king 
   
    of 
   
    Persia 
   
    Carim 
   
    Khans 
   
    head-shawl, 
   
    or 
   
    the 
   
    patched 
   
    shoes 
   
    of 
   
    Peter 
   
    the 
   
    Great 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    battle 
   
    of 
   
    Poltowa.
 
   
    The 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchant 
   
    Stephenus, 
   
    like 
   
    Charles 
   
    XII. 
   
    of 
   
    Sweden, 
   
    pressing 
   
    very 
   
    hard 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    17
    
     l. 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    offered 
   
    himself 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    new 
   
    schoolmaster 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    servant; 
   
    he 
   
    answered 
   
    very 
   
    coolly, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    provided. 
   
    The 
   
    young 
   
    gentlemen, 
   
    his 
   
    dear 
   
    comforters, 
   
    were 
   
    all 
   
    gone 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    respective 
   
    homes; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    left 
   
    alone 
   
    again 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    fate, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    hungry 
   
    stomach. 
   
    But 
   
    fortunately, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Warren, 
   
    a 
   
    barber, 
   
    happened 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    him 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    academy, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    used 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    some 
   
    little 
   
    errands. 
   
    As 
   
    the 
   
    gentlemen 
   
    were 
   
    his 
   
    customers, 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    frequented 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    often 
   
    dining 
   
    there, 
   
    and 
   
    walking 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    place, 
   
    he 
   
    knew 
   
    Emins 
   
    character, 
   
    and 
   
    asked 
   
    him, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    strong 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    porters 
   
    work? 
   
    He 
   
    answered 
   
    without 
   
    hesitation, 
   
    yes; 
   
    to 
   
    save 
   
    himself 
   
    from 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    a 
   
    survey 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    streets 
   
    of 
   
    London 
   
    again, 
   
    after 
   
    running 
   
    eighteen 
   
    months 
   
    up 
   
    and 
   
    down. 
   
    Oh! 
   
    could 
   
    he 
   
    but 
   
    catch 
   
    that 
   
    imaginary 
   
    goddess 
   
    Fortune, 
   
    like 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    flesh 
   
    and 
   
    blood, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    place 
   
    where 
   
    no 
   
    soul 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    but 
   
    God 
   
    alone, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    make 
   
    her 
   
    sensible 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    cruel 
   
    bitterness 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    distress 
   
    which 
   
    she 
   
    inflicts!
 
   
    As 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    thought 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    do 
   
    otherwise, 
   
    he 
   
    consented 
   
    to 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Warrens 
   
    proposal; 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    conducted 
   
    by 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    one 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Roberts, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    corner 
   
    of 
   
    Sun-yard, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    street, 
   
    a 
   
    grocer, 
   
    to 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    recommended 
   
    properly 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    good 
   
    character, 
   
    agreeing 
   
    to 
   
    serve 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    rate 
   
    of 
   
    8
    
     l. 
   
    a 
   
    year. 
   
    The 
   
    master 
   
    said, 
   
    "If 
   
    the 
   
    porter 
   
    behaves 
   
    well, 
   
    I 
   
    promise 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    his 
   
    wages 
   
    10
    
     l. 
   
    next 
   
    year.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    work 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    horse: 
   
    in 
   
    eighteen 
   
    months 
   
    he 
   
    cleared 
   
    his 
   
    debt, 
   
    partly 
   
    by 
   
    wages, 
   
    partly 
   
    by 
   
    vails; 
   
    and 
   
    managed 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    save 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    wages 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    trifling 
   
    learning, 
   
    whenever 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    an 
   
    opportunity.
 
   
    When 
   
    the 
   
    government 
   
    ordered 
   
    a 
   
    lottery 
   
    to 
   
    raise 
   
    money 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    purchase 
   
    of 
   
    Sir 
   
    Hans 
   
    Sloanes 
   
    curiosities, 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    courage 
   
    to 
   
    buy 
   
    half 
   
    a 
   
    ticket, 
   
    which 
   
    cost 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    guinea, 
   
    and 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    small 
   
    prize 
   
    of 
   
    4
    
     l. 
   
    10
    
     s.
 
   
    His 
   
    upper 
   
    garment 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    appear 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    decent, 
   
    but 
   
    his 
   
    linen 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    plight, 
   
    darning 
   
    over 
   
    darning; 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    use 
   
    those 
   
    faithful 
   
    companions 
   
    too 
   
    ill, 
   
    he 
   
    thought 
   
    it 
   
    necessary 
   
    through 
   
    compassion 
   
    never 
   
    to 
   
    wear 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    night-time, 
   
    lest 
   
    some 
   
    unforeseen 
   
    casualty 
   
    should 
   
    befal 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    deprive 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    agreeable 
   
    company.
 
   
    NOTE.
 
   
    Page 
   
    40. 
   
    GRANDSONS 
   
    OF 
   
    SIR 
   
    JOHN 
   
    EVELYN. 
   
    Not 
   
    succeeding 
   
    in 
   
    tracing 
   
    both 
   
    these 
   
    grandsons 
   
    of 
   
    Sir 
   
    John 
   
    Evelyn 
   
    from 
   
    the 
    
     History 
    
     of 
    
     the 
    
     Evelyn 
    
     Family, 
   
    by 
   
    Miss 
   
    Helen 
   
    Evelyn, 
   
    I 
   
    referred 
   
    to 
   
    this 
   
    lady, 
   
    who 
   
    very 
   
    kindly 
   
    sent 
   
    me 
   
    the 
   
    following 
   
    family 
   
    tree, 
   
    saying 
   
    that 
   
    she 
   
    thought 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    boys 
   
    mentioned 
   
    must 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    the 
   
    sons 
   
    of 
   
    Charles 
   
    Evelyn. 
   
    Later 
   
    on, 
   
    at 
   
    Leghorn 
   
    in 
   
    1760, 
   
    my 
   
    ancestor 
   
    renewed 
   
    his 
   
    friendship 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    elder 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    two 
   
    brothers, 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    writes 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    death 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    second 
   
    one, 
   
    John, 
   
    having 
   
    taken 
   
    place 
   
    at 
   
    school 
   
    of 
   
    smallpox.
 
    
     Sir 
    
     John 
    
     Evelyn, 
    
     1st 
    
     Bart.
 
  
   
    | 
        
         John, 
        
         2nd 
        
         Bart. | 
        
         Charles 
        
         (17O8-I748) 
        
         m. 
        
         Susannah 
        
         d. 
        
         of 
        
         Peter 
        
         Prideaux. | 
        
         4 
        
         other 
        
         sons. | 
   
    | 
        
         Charles 
        
         under 
        
         age 
        
         1741 
        
         m. 
        
         Philippa, 
        
         d. 
        
         of 
        
         Capt. 
        
         Fortunatus 
        
         Wright. | 
        
         John 
        
         under 
        
         age 
        
         I741 
        
         died 
        
         young. | 
        
         Edward 
        
         died 
        
         an 
        
         infant. | 
   
    | 
        
         John, 
        
         4
         
          th 
        
         Bart. |   |   |