We have preparatory schools all over the kingdom; for young gentlemen,
from three to five years of age, under ladies, and from four to seven,
under either, or both sexes, as it may happen; but the most preparatory
of all preparatory schools, is certainly the Foundling Hospital, which
takes in its pupils, if they are sent, from one to three days old, or
even hours, if the parents are in such extreme anxiety about their
education. Here it commences with their weaning, when they are
instructed in the mystery of devouring pap, next, they are taught to
walk--and as soon as they can walk--to sit still; to talk--and as soon
as they can talk--to hold their tongues; thus are they instructed and
passed on from one part of the establishment to another, until they
finally are passed out of its gates, to get on in the world, with the
advantages of some education, and the still further advantage of having
no father or mother to provide for, or relatives to pester them with
their necessities. It was so with me: I arrived at the age of fourteen,
and notwithstanding the promise contained in the letter, it appeared
that circumstances did _not_ permit of my being reclaimed. But I had a
great advantage over the other inmates of the hospital; the fifty pounds
sent with me were not added to the funds of the establishment, but
generously employed for my benefit by the governors, who were pleased
with my conduct, and thought highly of my abilities. Instead of being
bound 'prentice to a cordwainer, or some other mechanic, by the
influence of the governors, added to the fifty pounds and interest, as a
premium, I was taken by an apothecary, who engaged to bring me up to the
profession. And now, that I am out of the Foundling, we must not travel
quite so fast. The practitioner who thus took me by the hand was a Mr
Phineas Cophagus, whose house was most conveniently situated for
business, one side of the shop looking upon Smithfield Market, the other
presenting a surface of glass to the principal street leading out of the
same market. It was a _corner_ house, but not in a _corner_. On each
side of the shop were two gin establishments, and next to them were two
public-houses and then two eating-houses, frequented by graziers,
butchers, and drovers. Did the men drink so much as to quarrel in their
cups, who was so handy to plaster up the broken heads as Mr Cophagus?
Did a fat grazier eat himself into an apoplexy, how very convenient was
the ready lancet of Mr Cophagus. Did a bull gore a man, Mr Cophagus
appeared with his diachylon and lint. Did an ox frighten a lady, it was
in the back parlour of Mr Cophagus that she was recovered from her
syncope. Market-days were a sure market to my master; and if an
overdriven beast knocked down others, it only helped to set him on his
legs. Our window suffered occasionally; but whether it were broken
heads, or broken limbs, or broken windows, they were well paid for.
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