The Surprising Adventures of Bampfylde Moore Carew, King of the Beggars: Containing his Life, a Dictionary of the Cant Language, and many Entertaining Particulars of that Extraordinary ManUnknown
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The Surprising Adventures of Bampfylde Moore Carew, King of the Beggars: Containing his Life, a Dictionary of the Cant Language, and many Entertaining Particulars of that Extraordinary Man
sufficiently declared his guilt; however he at last owned it with his
tongue; and excused himself by saying, he knew there was an ill use made
of the large bounties his honour gave. Sir Thomas, enraged at the
insolence of his servant, bestowed upon him the discipline of the
horse-whip, for his great care and integrity in not seeing his bounty
abused; adding, he now saw by whose villany he had lost his boots. He
then made the footman return the whole guinea to the sailor, and
discharged him from any further service in his family; upon which Mr.
Carew took his leave with great thankfulness, and went his way, highly
pleased with his good success in this adventure.—Here we cannot forbear
wishing that there was no higher character in life than Sir Thomas’s
footman, to whose hands gold is apt to cling in passing through them;
that there was no steward who kept back part of his master’s rent,
because he thinks he has more than he knows what to do with; no managers
of charities, who retain part of the donors’ benefactions in their own
hands, because it is too much for the poor; nor officers of the public,
who think they may squander the public treasure without account, because
what is everybody’s is nobody’s.
Mr. Carew having laid aside his sailor’s habit, put on a long loose vest,
placed a turban on his head, dignified his chin with a venerable long
beard, and was now no other than a poor unfortunate Grecian, whose
misfortunes had overtaken him in a strange country. He could not utter
his sorrowful tale, being unacquainted with the language of the country;
but his mute silence, his dejected countenance, a sudden tear that now
and then flowed down his cheek, accompanied with a noble air of distress,
all pleaded for him in more persuasive eloquence than perhaps the softest
language could have done, and raised him considerable gains; and indeed
benevolence can never be better exerted than towards unfortunate
strangers, for no distress can be so forlorn as that of a man in
necessity in a foreign country; he has no friends to apply to, no laws to
shelter him under, no means to provide for his subsistence, and therefore
can have no resource but in those benevolent minds who look upon the
whole world as their own brethren.
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