“‘I would have walked many a mile to have communed with you; and, believe me, I will shortly pay thee another visit; but my friends, I fancy, wonder at my stay; so let me have the money immediately.’ Trulliber then put on a stern look, and cried out, ‘Thou dost not intend to rob me?’ * * * * * ‘I would have thee know, friend,’ addressing himself to Adams, ‘I shall not learn my duty from such as thee. I know what charity is, better than to give to vagabonds.’”--JOSEPH ANDREWS. I’m an extremely charitable man--no collar and long hair, though a little carrotty; Demure, half-inclined to the unknown tongues, but I never gain’d anything by Charity. I got a little boy into the Foundling, but his unfortunate mother was traced and baited, And the overseers found _her_ out--and she found _me_ out--and the child was affili_ated_. Oh, Charity will come home to roost-- Like curses and chickens is Charity. I once, near Whitehall’s very old wall, when ballads danced over the whole of it, Put a bad five-shilling-piece into a beggar’s hat, but the old hat had got a hole in it; And a little boy caught it in his little hat, and an officer’s eye seem’d to care for it, As my bad crown piece went through _his_ bad crown piece, and they took me up to Queen’s Square for it. Oh, Charity, &c. I let my very old (condemn’d) old house to a man, at a rent that was shockingly low, So I found a roof for his ten motherless babes--all defunct and fatherless now; For the plaguy one-sided party wall fell in, so did the roof, on son and daughter, And twelve jurymen sat on eleven bodies, and brought in a very personal verdict of Manslaughter. Oh, Charity, &c. I pick’d up a young well-dress’d gentleman, who had fallen in a fit in St. Martin’s Court, And charitably offer’d to see him home--for charity always seem’d to be my forte, And I’ve had presents for seeing fallen gentlemen home, but this was a very unlucky job-- Do you know, he got my watch--my purse--and my handkerchief--for it was one of the swell mob. Oh, Charity, &c. Being four miles from Town, I stopt a horse that had run away with a man, when it seem’d that they must be dash’d to pieces, Though several kind people were following him with all their might--but such following a horse his speed increases; I held the horse while he went to recruit his strength; and I meant to ride it home, of course; But the crowd came up and took me up--for it turn’d out the man had run away with the horse. Oh, Charity, &c.