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of a very public character; for here you have the advantage of solitude without its disadvantage, since you may be alone and in company at the same time; and while you walk or sit unobserved, noise, hurry, and a constant succession of objects, entertain the mind, and prevent the spirits from preying on themselves, or rather on grief or shame, which are the most unwholesome diet in the world; and on which (though there are many who never taste either but in public) there are some who can feed very plentifully and very fatally when alone.

β€œBut as there is scarce any human good without its concomitant evil, so there are people who find an inconvenience in this unobserving temper of mankind; I mean persons who have no money; for as you are not put out of countenance, so neither are you clothed or fed by those who do not know you. And a man may be as easily starved in Leadenhall Market as in the deserts of Arabia.

β€œIt was at present my fortune to be destitute of that great evil, as it is apprehended to be by several writers, who I suppose were overburthened with it, namely, money.β€β β€”β€œWith submission, sir,” said Partridge, β€œI do not remember any writers who have called it malorum; but irritamenta malorum. Effodiuntur opes, irritamenta malorumβ€β β€”β€œWell, sir,” continued the stranger, β€œwhether it be an evil, or only the cause of evil, I was entirely void of it, and at the same time of friends, and, as I thought, of acquaintance; when one evening, as I was passing through the Inner Temple, very hungry, and very miserable, I heard a voice on a sudden hailing me with great familiarity by my Christian name; and upon turning about, I presently recollected the person who so saluted me to have been my fellow-collegiate; one who had left the university above a year, and long before any of my misfortunes had befallen me. This gentleman, whose name was Watson, shook me heartily by the hand; and expressing great joy at meeting me, proposed our immediately drinking a bottle together. I first declined the proposal, and pretended business, but as he was very earnest and pressing, hunger at last overcame my pride, and I fairly confessed to him I had no money in my pocket; yet not without framing a lie for an excuse, and imputing it to my having changed my breeches that morning. Mr. Watson answered, β€˜I thought, Jack, you and I had been too old acquaintance for you to mention such a matter.’ He then took me by the arm, and was pulling me along; but I gave him very little trouble, for my own inclinations pulled me much stronger than he could do.

β€œWe then went into the Friars, which you know is the scene of all mirth and jollity. Here, when we arrived at the tavern, Mr. Watson applied himself to the drawer only, without taking the least notice of the cook; for he had no suspicion but that I had dined long since. However, as the case was really otherwise, I forged another falsehood, and told my companion I had been at the further end of the city on business of consequence, and had snapped up a mutton-chop in haste; so that I was again hungry, and wished he would add a beefsteak to his bottle.β€β β€”β€œSome people,” cries Partridge, β€œought to have good memories; or did you find just money enough in your breeches to pay for the mutton-chop?β€β β€”β€œYour observation is right,” answered the stranger, β€œand I believe such blunders are inseparable from all dealing in untruth. But to proceed⁠—I began now to feel myself extremely happy. The meat and wine soon revived my spirits to a high pitch, and I enjoyed much pleasure in the conversation of my old acquaintance, the rather as I thought him entirely ignorant of what had happened at the university since his leaving it.

β€œBut he did not suffer me to remain long in this agreeable delusion; for taking a bumper in one hand, and holding me by the other, β€˜Here, my boy,’ cries he, β€˜here’s wishing you joy of your being so honourably acquitted of that affair laid to your charge.’ I was thunderstruck with confusion at those words, which Watson observing, proceeded thus: β€˜Nay, never be ashamed, man; thou hast been acquitted, and no one now dares call thee guilty; but, prithee, do tell me, who am thy friend⁠—I hope thou didst really rob him? for rat me if it was not a meritorious action to strip such a sneaking, pitiful rascal; and instead of the two hundred guineas, I wish you had taken as many thousand. Come, come, my boy, don’t be shy of confessing to me: you are not now brought before one of the pimps. D⁠⸺⁠n me if I don’t honour you for it; for, as I hope for salvation, I would have made no manner of scruple of doing the same thing.’

β€œThis declaration a little relieved my abashment; and as wine had now somewhat opened my heart, I very freely acknowledged the robbery, but acquainted him that he had been misinformed as to the sum taken, which was little more than a fifth part of what he had mentioned.

β€œβ€Šβ€™I am sorry for it with all my heart,’ quoth he, β€˜and I wish thee better success another time. Though, if you will take my advice, you shall have no occasion to run any such risk. Here,’ said he, taking some dice out of his pocket, β€˜here’s the stuff. Here are the implements; here are the little doctors which cure the distempers of the purse. Follow but my counsel, and I will show you a way to empty the pocket of a queer cull without any danger of the nubbing cheat.β€™β€Šβ€

β€œNubbing cheat!” cries Partridge: β€œpray, sir, what is that?”

β€œWhy that, sir,” says the stranger, β€œis a cant phrase for the gallows; for as gamesters differ little from highwaymen in their morals, so do

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