This, sir, is one among the Seignory,
Has wealth at will, and will to use his wealth,
And wit to increase it. Marry, his worst folly
Lies in a thriftless sort of charity,
That goes a-gadding sometimes after objects,
Which wise men will not see when thrust upon them.
_The Old Couple._
The ancient gentleman bustled about his shop, in pettish displeasure
at being summoned hither so hastily, to the interruption of his more
abstract studies; and, unwilling to renounce the train of calculation
which he had put in progress, he mingled whimsically with the
fragments of the arithmetical operation, his oratory to the
passengers, and angry reflections on his idle apprentices. "What d'ye
lack, sir? Madam, what d'ye lack--clocks for hall or table--night-
watches--day watches?--_Locking wheel being 48--the power of retort 8
--the striking pins are 48_--What d'ye lack, honoured sir?--_The
quotient--the multiplicand_--That the knaves should have gone out this
blessed minute!--_the acceleration being at the rate of 5 minutes, 55
seconds, 53 thirds, 59 fourths_--I will switch them both when they
come back--I will, by the bones of the immortal Napier!"
Here the vexed philosopher was interrupted by the entrance of a grave
citizen of a most respectable appearance, who, saluting him familiarly
by the name of "Davie, my old acquaintance," demanded what had put him
so much out of sorts, and gave him at the same time a cordial grasp of
The stranger's dress was, though grave, rather richer than usual. His
paned hose were of black velvet, lined with purple silk, which
garniture appeared at the slashes. His doublet was of purple cloth,
and his short cloak of black velvet, to correspond with his hose; and
both were adorned with a great number of small silver buttons richly
wrought in filigree. A triple chain of gold hung round his neck; and,
in place of a sword or dagger, he wore at his belt an ordinary knife
for the purpose of the table, with a small silver case, which appeared
to contain writing materials. He might have seemed some secretary or
clerk engaged in the service of the public, only that his low, flat,
and unadorned cap, and his well-blacked, shining shoes, indicated that
he belonged to the city. He was a well-made man, about the middle
size, and seemed in firm health, though advanced in years. His looks
expressed sagacity and good-humour: and the air of respectability
which his dress announced, was well supported by his clear eye, ruddy
cheek, and grey hair. He used the Scottish idiom in his first address,
but in such a manner that it could hardly be distinguished whether he
was passing upon his friend a sort of jocose mockery, or whether it
was his own native dialect, for his ordinary discourse had little
In answer to the queries of his respectable friend, Ramsay groaned
heavily, answering by echoing back the question, "What ails me, Master
George? Why, every thing ails me! I profess to you that a man may as
well live in Fairyland as in the Ward of Farringdon-Without. My
apprentices are turned into mere goblins--they appear and disappear
like spunkies, and have no more regularity in them than a watch
without a scapement. If there is a ball to be tossed up, or a bullock
to be driven mad, or a quean to be ducked for scolding, or a head to
be broken, Jenkin is sure to be at the one end or the other of it, and
then away skips Francis Tunstall for company. I think the prize-
fighters, bear-leaders, and mountebanks, are in a league against me,
my dear friend, and that they pass my house ten times for any other in
the city. Here's an Italian fellow come over, too, that they call
Punchinello; and, altogether----"
"Well," interrupted Master George, "but what is all this to the
"Why," replied Ramsay, "here has been a cry of thieves or murder, (I
hope that will prove the least of it amongst these English pock-
pudding swine!) and I have been interrupted in the deepest calculation
ever mortal man plunged into, Master George."
"What, man!" replied Master George, "you must take patience--You are a
man that deals in time, and can make it go fast and slow at pleasure;
you, of all the world, have least reason to complain, if a little of
it be lost now and then.--But here come your boys, and bringing in a
slain man betwixt them, I think--here has been serious mischief, I am
"The more mischief the better sport," said the crabbed old watchmaker.
"I am blithe, though, that it's neither of the twa loons themselves.--
What are ye bringing a corpse here for, ye fause villains?" he added,
addressing the two apprentices, who, at the head of a considerable mob
of their own class, some of whom bore evident marks of a recent fray,
were carrying the body betwixt them.
"He is not dead yet, sir," answered Tunstall.
"Carry him into the apothecary's, then," replied his master. "D'ye
think I can set a man's life in motion again, as if he were a clock or
"For godsake, old friend," said his acquaintance, "let us have him
here at the nearest--he seems only in a swoon."
"A swoon?" said Ramsay, "and what business had he to swoon in the
streets? Only, if it will oblige my friend Master George, I would take
in all the dead men in St. Dunstan's parish. Call Sam Porter to look
after the shop." So saying, the stunned man, being the identical
Scotsman who had passed a short time before amidst the jeers of the
apprentices, was carried into the back shop of the artist, and there
placed in an armed chair till the apothecary from over the way came to
his assistance. This gentleman, as sometimes happens to those of the
learned professions, had rather more lore than knowledge, and began to
talk of the sinciput and occiput, and cerebrum and cerebellum, until
he exhausted David Ramsay's brief stock of patience.
"Bell-um! bell-ell-um!" he repeated, with great indignation; "What
signify all the bells in London, if you do not put a plaster on the
Master George, with better-directed zeal, asked the apothecary whether
bleeding might not be useful; when, after humming and hawing for a
moment, and being unable, upon the spur of the occasion, to suggest
any thing else, the man of pharmacy observed, that it would, at all
events, relieve the brain or cerebrum, in case there was a tendency to
the depositation of any extravasated blood, to operate as a pressure
upon that delicate organ.
Fortunately he was adequate to performing this operation; and, being
powerfully aided by Jenkin Vincent (who was learned in all cases of
broken heads) with plenty of cold water, and a little vinegar, applied
according to the scientific method practised by the bottle-holders in
a modern ring, the man began to raise himself on his chair, draw his
cloak tightly around him, and look about like one who struggles to
recover sense and recollection.
"He had better lie down on the bed in the little back closet," said
Mr. Ramsay's visitor, who seemed perfectly familiar with the
accommodations which the house afforded.
"He is welcome to my share of the truckle," said Jenkin,--for in the
said back closet were the two apprentices accommodated in one truckle-
bed,--"I can sleep under the counter."
"So can I," said Tunstall, "and the poor fellow can have the bed all
"Sleep," said the apothecary, "is, in the opinion of Galen, a
restorative and febrifuge, and is most naturally taken in a truckle-
"Where a better cannot be come by,"--said Master George; "but these
are two honest lads, to give up their beds so willingly. Come, off
with his cloak, and let us bear him to his couch--I will send for Dr.
Irving, the king's chirurgeon--he does not live far off, and that
shall be my share of the Samaritan's duty, neighbour Ramsay."
"Well, sir," said the apothecary, "it is at your pleasure to send for
other advice, and I shall not object to consult with Dr. Irving or any
other medical person of skill, neither to continue to furnish such
drugs as may be needful from my pharmacopeia. However, whatever Dr.
Irving, who, I think, hath had his degrees in Edinburgh, or Dr. Any-
one-beside, be he Scottish or English, may say to the contrary, sleep,
taken timeously, is a febrifuge, or sedative, and also a restorative."
He muttered a few more learned words, and concluded by informing
Ramsay's friend in English far more intelligible than his Latin, that
he would look to him as his paymaster, for medicines, care, and
attendance, furnished, or to be furnished, to this party unknown.
Master George only replied by desiring him to send his bill for what
he had already to charge, and to give himself no farther trouble
unless he heard from him. The pharmacopolist, who, from discoveries
made by the cloak falling a little aside, had no great opinion of the
faculty of this chance patient to make reimbursement, had no sooner
seen his case espoused by a substantial citizen, than he showed some
reluctance to quit possession of it, and it needed a short and stern
hint from Master George, which, with all his good-humour, he was
capable of expressing when occasion required, to send to his own
dwelling this Esculapius of Temple Bar.
When they were rid of Mr. Raredrench, the charitable efforts of Jenkin
and Francis, to divest the patient of his long grey cloak, were firmly
resisted on his own part.--"My life suner--my life suner," he muttered
in indistinct murmurs. In these efforts to retain his upper garment,
which was too tender to resist much handling, it gave way at length
with a loud rent, which almost threw the patient into a second
syncope, and he sat before them in his under garments, the looped and
repaired wretchedness of which moved at once pity and laughter, and
had certainly been the cause of his unwillingness to resign the
mantle, which, like the virtue of charity, served to cover so many
The man himself cast his eyes on his poverty-struck garb, and seemed
so much ashamed of the disclosure, that, muttering between his teeth,
that he would be too late for his appointment, he made an effort to
rise and leave the shop, which was easily prevented by Jenkin Vincent
and his comrade, who, at the nod of Master George, laid hold of and
detained him in his chair.
The patient next looked round him for a moment, and then said faintly,
in his broad northern language--"What sort of usage ca' ye this,
gentlemen, to a stranger a sojourner in your town? Ye hae broken my
head--ye hae riven my cloak, and now ye are for restraining my
personal liberty! They were wiser than me," he said, after a moment's
pause, "that counselled me to wear my warst claithing in the streets
of London; and, if I could have got ony things warse than these mean
garments,"--("which would have been very difficult," said Jin Vin, in
a whisper to his companion,)--"they would have been e'en ower gude for
the grips o' men sae little acquented with the laws of honest
"To say the truth," said Jenkin, unable to forbear any longer,
although the discipline of the times prescribed to those in his
situation a degree of respectful distance and humility in the presence
of parents, masters, or seniors, of which the present age has no idea--
"to say the truth, the good gentleman's clothes look as if they would
not brook much handling."
"Hold your peace, young man," said Master George, with a tone of
authority; "never mock the stranger or the poor--the black ox has not
trod on your foot yet--you know not what lands you may travel in, or
what clothes you may wear, before you die."
Vincent held down his head and stood rebuked, but the stranger did not
accept the apology which was made for him.
"I _am_ a stranger, sir," said he, "that is certain; though methinks,
that, being such, I have been somewhat familiarly treated in this town
of yours; but, as for my being poor, I think I need not be charged
with poverty, till I seek siller of somebody."
"The dear country all over," said Master George, in a whisper, to
David Ramsay, "pride and poverty."
But David had taken out his tablets and silver pen, and, deeply
immersed in calculations, in which he rambled over all the terms of
arithmetic, from the simple unit to millions, billions, and trillions,
neither heard nor answered the observation of his friend, who, seeing
his abstraction, turned again to the Scot.
"I fancy now, Jockey, if a stranger were to offer you a noble, you
would chuck it back at his head?"
"Not if I could do him honest service for it, sir," said the Scot; "I
am willing to do what I may to be useful, though I come of an
honourable house, and may be said to be in a sort indifferently weel
"Ay!" said the interrogator, "and what house may claim the honour of
"An ancient coat belongs to it, as the play says," whispered Vincent
to his companion.
"Come, Jockey, out with it," continued Master George, observing that
the Scot, as usual with his countrymen, when asked a blunt,
straightforward question, took a little time before answering it.
"I am no more Jockey, sir, than you are John," said the stranger, as
if offended at being addressed by a name, which at that time was used,
as Sawney now is, for a general appellative of the Scottish nation.
"My name, if you must know it, is Richie Moniplies; and I come of the
old and honourable house of Castle Collop, weel kend at the West-Port
"What is that you call the West-Port?" proceeded the interrogator.
"Why, an it like your honour," said Richie, who now, having recovered
his senses sufficiently to observe the respectable exterior of Master
George, threw more civility into his manner than at first, "the West-
Port is a gate of our city, as yonder brick arches at Whitehall form
the entrance of the king's palace here, only that the West-Port is of
stonern work, and mair decorated with architecture and the policy of
"Nouns, man, the Whitehall gateways were planned by the great
Holbein," answered Master George; "I suspect your accident has jumbled
your brains, my good friend. I suppose you will tell me next, you have
at Edinburgh as fine a navigable river as the Thames, with all its
shipping?" "The Thames!" exclaimed Richie, in a tone of ineffable
contempt--"God bless your honour's judgment, we have at Edinburgh the
Water-of-Leith and the Nor-loch!"
"And the Pow-Burn, and the Quarry-holes, and the Gusedub, ye fause
loon!" answered Master George, speaking Scotch with a strong and
natural emphasis; "it is such land-loupers as you, that, with your
falset and fair fashions, bring reproach on our whole country."
"God forgie me, sir," said Richie, much surprised at finding the
supposed southron converted into a native Scot, "I took your honour
for an Englisher! But I hope there was naething wrang in standing up
for ane's ain country's credit in a strange land, where all men cry
"Do you call it for your country's credit, to show that she has a
lying, puffing rascal, for one of her children?" said Master George.
"But come, man, never look grave on it,--as you have found a
countryman, so you have found a friend, if you deserve one--and
especially if you answer me truly."
"I see nae gude it wad do me to speak ought else but truth," said the
worthy North Briton.
"Well, then--to begin," said Master George, "I suspect you are a son
of old Mungo Moniplies, the flesher, at the West-Port."
"Your honour is a witch, I think," said Richie, grinning.
"And how dared you, sir, to uphold him for a noble?"
"I dinna ken, sir," said Richie, scratching his head; "I hear muckle
of an Earl of Warwick in these southern parts,--Guy, I think his name
was,--and he has great reputation here for slaying dun cows, and
boars, and such like; and I am sure my father has killed more cows and
boars, not to mention bulls, calves, sheep, ewes, lambs, and pigs,
than the haill Baronage of England."
"Go to! you are a shrewd knave," said Master George; "charm your
tongue, and take care of saucy answers. Your father was an honest
burgher, and the deacon of his craft: I am sorry to see his son in so
poor a coat."
"Indifferent, sir," said Richie Moniplies, looking down on his
garments--"very indifferent; but it is the wonted livery of poor
burghers' sons in our country--one of Luckie Want's bestowing upon us
--rest us patient! The king's leaving Scotland has taken all custom
frae Edinburgh; and there is hay made at the Cross, and a dainty crop
of fouats in the Grass-market. There is as much grass grows where my
father's stall stood, as might have been a good bite for the beasts he
was used to kill."
"It is even too true," said Master George; "and while we make fortunes
here, our old neighbours and their families are starving at home. This
should be thought upon oftener.--And how came you by that broken head,
Richie?--tell me honestly."
"Troth, sir, I'se no lee about the matter," answered Moniplies. "I was
coming along the street here, and ilk ane was at me with their jests
and roguery. So I thought to mysell, ye are ower mony for me to mell
with; but let me catch ye in Barford's Park, or at the fit of the
Vennel, I could gar some of ye sing another sang. Sae ae auld hirpling
deevil of a potter behoved just to step in my way and offer me a pig,
as he said, just to put my Scotch ointment in, and I gave him a push,
as but natural, and the tottering deevil coupit ower amang his ain
pigs, and damaged a score of them. And then the reird raise, and hadna
these twa gentlemen helped me out of it, murdered I suld hae been,
without remeid. And as it was, just when they got haud of my arm to
have me out of the fray, I got the lick that donnerit me from a left-
Master George looked to the apprentices as if to demand the truth of
"It is just as he says, sir," replied Jenkin; "only I heard nothing
about pigs.--The people said he had broke some crockery, and that--I
beg pardon, sir--nobody could thrive within the kenning of a Scot."
"Well, no matter what they said, you were an honest fellow to help the
weaker side.--And you, sirrah," continued Master George, addressing
his countryman, "will call at my house to-morrow morning, agreeable to
"I will wait upon your honour," said the Scot, bowing very low; "that
is, if my honourable master will permit me."
"Thy master?" said George,--"Hast thou any other master save Want,
whose livery you say you wear?"
"Troth, in one sense, if it please your honour, I serve twa masters,"
said Richie; "for both my master and me are slaves to that same
beldam, whom we thought to show our heels to by coming off from
Scotland. So that you see, sir, I hold in a sort of black ward tenure,
as we call it in our country, being the servant of a servant."
"And what is your master's name?" said Master George; and observing
that Richie hesitated, he added, "Nay, do not tell me, if it is a
"A secret that there is little use in keeping," said Richie; "only ye
ken that our northern stomachs are ower proud to call in witnesses to
our distress. No that my master is in mair than present pinch, sir,"
he added, looking towards the two English apprentices, "having a large
sum in the Royal Treasury--that is," he continued, in a whisper to
Master George,--"the king is owing him a lot of siller; but it's ill
getting at it, it's like.--My master is the young Lord Glenvarloch."
Master George testified surprise at the name.--"_You_ one of the young
Lord Glenvarloch's followers, and in such a condition?"
"Troth, and I am all the followers he has, for the present that is;
and blithe wad I be if he were muckle better aff than I am, though I
were to bide as I am."
"I have seen his father with four gentlemen and ten lackeys at his
heels," said Master George, "rustling in their laces and velvets.
Well, this is a changeful world, but there is a better beyond it.--The
good old house of Glenvarloch, that stood by king and country five
"Your honour may say a thousand," said the follower.
"I will say what I know to be true, friend," said the citizen, "and
not a word more.--You seem well recovered now--can you walk?"
"Bravely, sir," said Richie; "it was but a bit dover. I was bred at
the West-Port, and my cantle will stand a clour wad bring a stot
"Where does your master lodge?"
"We pit up, an it like your honour," replied the Scot, "in a sma'
house at the fit of ane of the wynds that gang down to the water-side,
with a decent man, John Christie, a ship-chandler, as they ca't. His
father came from Dundee. I wotna the name of the wynd, but it's right
anent the mickle kirk yonder; and your honour will mind, that we pass
only by our family-name of simple Mr. Nigel Olifaunt, as keeping
ourselves retired for the present, though in Scotland we be called the
"It is wisely done of your master," said the citizen. "I will find out
your lodgings, though your direction be none of the clearest." So
saying, and slipping a piece of money at the same time into Richie
Moniplies's hand, he bade him hasten home, and get into no more
"I will take care of that now, sir," said Richie, with a look of
importance, "having a charge about me. And so, wussing ye a' weel,
with special thanks to these twa young gentlemen----"
"I am no gentleman," said Jenkin, flinging his cap on his head; "I am
a tight London 'prentice, and hope to be a freeman one day. Frank may
write himself gentleman, if he will."
"I _was_ a gentleman once," said Tunstall, "and I hope I have done
nothing to lose the name of one."
"Weel, weel, as ye list," said Richie Moniplies; "but I am mickle
beholden to ye baith--and I am not a hair the less like to bear it in
mind that I say but little about it just now.--Gude-night to you, my
kind countryman." So saying, he thrust out of the sleeve of his ragged
doublet a long bony hand and arm, on which the muscles rose like whip-
cord. Master George shook it heartily, while Jenkin and Frank
exchanged sly looks with each other.
Richie Moniplies would next have addressed his thanks to the master of
the shop, but seeing him, as he afterwards said, "scribbling on his
bit bookie, as if he were demented," he contented his politeness with
"giving him a hat," touching, that is, his bonnet, in token of
salutation, and so left the shop.
"Now, there goes Scotch Jockey, with all his bad and good about him,"
said Master George to Master David, who suspended, though unwillingly,
the calculations with which he was engaged, and keeping his pen within
an inch of the tablets, gazed on his friend with great lack-lustre
eyes, which expressed any thing rather than intelligence or interest
in the discourse addressed to him.--"That fellow," proceeded Master
George, without heeding his friend's state of abstraction, "shows,
with great liveliness of colouring, how our Scotch pride and poverty
make liars and braggarts of us; and yet the knave, whose every third
word to an Englishman is a boastful lie, will, I warrant you, be a
true and tender friend and follower to his master, and has perhaps
parted with his mantle to him in the cold blast, although he himself
walked _in cuerpo,_ as the Don says.--Strange! that courage and
fidelity--for I will warrant that the knave is stout--should have no
better companion than this swaggering braggadocio humour.--But you
mark me not, friend Davie."
"I do--I do, most heedfully," said Davie.--"For, as the sun goeth
round the dial-plate in twenty-four hours, add, for the moon, fifty
minutes and a half----"
"You are in the seventh heavens, man," said his companion.
"I crave your pardon," replied Davie.--"Let the wheel A go round in
twenty-four hours--I have it--and the wheel B in twenty-four hours,
fifty minutes and a half--fifty-seven being to fifty-four, as fifty-
nine to twenty-four hours, fifty minutes and a half, or very nearly,--
I crave your forgiveness, Master George, and heartily wish you good-
"Good-even?" said Master George; "why, you have not wished me good-day
yet. Come, old friend, lay by these tablets, or you will crack the
inner machinery of _your_ skull, as our friend yonder has got the
outer-case of his damaged.--Good-night, quotha! I mean not to part
with you so easily. I came to get my four hours' nunchion from you,
man, besides a tune on the lute from my god-daughter, Mrs. Marget."
"Good faith! I was abstracted, Master George--but you know me.
Whenever I get amongst the wheels," said Mr. Ramsay, "why, 'tis----"
"Lucky that you deal in small ones," said his friend; as, awakened
from his reveries and calculations, Ramsay led the way up a little
back-stair to the first storey, occupied by his daughter and his
The apprentices resumed their places in the front-shop, and relieved
Sam Porter; when Jenkin said to Tunstall--"Didst see, Frank, how the
old goldsmith cottoned in with his beggarly countryman? When would one
of his wealth have shaken hands so courteously with a poor
Englishman?--Well, I'll say that for the best of the Scots, that they
will go over head and ears to serve a countryman, when they will not
wet a nail of their finger to save a Southron, as they call us, from
drowning. And yet Master George is but half-bred Scot neither in that
respect; for I have known him do many a kind thing to the English
"But hark ye, Jenkin," said Tunstall, "I think you are but half-bred
English yourself. How came you to strike on the Scotsman's side after
"Why, you did so, too," answered Vincent.
"Ay, because I saw you begin; and, besides, it is no Cumberland
fashion to fall fifty upon one," replied Tunstall.
"And no Christ Church fashion neither," said Jenkin. "Fair play and
Old England for ever!--Besides, to tell you a secret, his voice had a
twang in it--in the dialect I mean--reminded me of a little tongue,
which I think sweeter--sweeter than the last toll of St. Dunstan's
will sound, on the day that I am shot of my indentures--Ha!--you guess
who I mean, Frank?"
"Not I, indeed," answered Tunstall.--"Scotch Janet, I suppose, the
"Off with Janet in her own bucking-basket!--No, no, no!--You blind
buzzard,--do you not know I mean pretty Mrs. Marget?"
"Umph!" answered Tunstall, dryly.
A flash of anger, not unmingled with suspicion, shot from Jenkin's
keen black eyes.
"Umph!--and what signifies umph? I am not the first 'prentice has
married his master's daughter, I suppose?"
"They kept their own secret, I fancy," said Tunstall, "at least till
they were out of their time."
"I tell you what it is, Frank," answered Jenkin, sharply, "that may be
the fashion of you gentlefolks, that are taught from your biggin to
carry two faces under the same hood, but it shall never be mine."
"There are the stairs, then," said Tunstall, coolly; "go up and ask
Mrs. Marget of our master just now, and see what sort of a face he
will wear under _his_ hood."
"No, I wonnot," answered Jenkin; "I am not such a fool as that
neither. But I will take my own time; and all the Counts in Cumberland
shall not cut my comb, and this is that which you may depend upon."
Francis made no reply; and they resumed their usual attention to the
business of the shop, and their usual solicitations to the passengers.
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