Mr Cophagus offered to procure me another situation as soon as he could,
and at the same time presented me with twenty guineas, as a proof of
his regard and appreciation of my conduct--but this sum put in my hand
decided me: I thanked him, and told him I had other views at present,
but hoped he would let me know where I might find him hereafter, as I
should be glad to see him again. He told me he would leave his address
for me at the Foundling Hospital, and shaking me heartily by the hand,
we parted. Timothy was then summoned. Mr Cophagus gave him five guineas,
and wished him good fortune.
"And now, Japhet, what are you about to do?" said Timothy, as he
descended into the shop.
"To do," replied I; "I am about to leave you, which is the only thing I
am sorry for. I am going, Timothy, in search of my father."
"Well," replied Timothy, "I feel as you do, Japhet, that it will be hard
to part; and there is another thing on my mind--which is, I am very
sorry that the bull did not break the rudimans (pointing to the iron
mortar and pestle); had he had but half the spite I have against it, he
would not have left a piece as big as a thimble. I've a great mind to
have a smack at it before I go."
"You will only injure Mr Cophagus, for the mortar will not then be paid
for."
"Very true; and as he has just given me five guineas, I will refrain
from my just indignation. But now, Japhet, let me speak to you. I don't
know how you feel, but I feel as if I could not part with you. I do not
want to go in search of my father particularly. They say it's a wise
child that knows its own father--but as there can be no doubt of my
other parent--if I can only hit upon her, I have a strong inclination to
go in search of my mother, and if you like my company, why I will go
with you--always, my dear Japhet," continued Tim, "keeping in my mind
the great difference between a person who has been feed as an M.D., and
a lad who only carries out his prescriptions."
"Do you really mean to say, Tim, that you will go with me?"
"Yes, to the end of the world, Japhet, as your companion, your friend,
and your servant, if you require it. I love you, Japhet, and I will
serve you faithfully."
"My dear Tim, I am delighted; now I am really happy: we will have but
one purse, and but one interest; if I find good fortune, you shall share
it."
"And if you meet with ill luck, I will share that too--so the affair is
settled--and as here come Mr Pleggit's assistants with only one pair of
eyes between them, the sooner we pack up the better."
In half an hour all was ready; a bundle each, contained our wardrobes.
We descended from our attic, walked proudly through the shop without
making any observation, or taking any notice of our successors; all the
notice taken was by Timothy, who turned round and shook his fist at his
old enemies, the iron mortar and pestle; and there we were, standing on
the pavement, with the wide world before us, and quite undecided which
way we should go.
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