Mr Cophagus wishes to know your other name, said Mr Brookes, interpreting.
I have omitted to acquaint the reader that sirnames as well as Christian names are always given to the children at the Foundling, and in consequence of the bank note found in my basket, I had been named after the celebrated personage whose signature it bore. Newland is my other name, sir, replied I.
Newlandheh!very good nameeverybody likes to see that nameand have plenty of them in his pockets tooumvery comfortableand so on, replied Mr Cophagus, leaving the shop.
I resumed my thumping occupation, when Timothy returned with his empty basket. He laughed when he saw me at work. Well, how do you like the rudimans?and so onheh? said he, mimicking Mr Cophagus.
Not overmuch, replied I, wiping my face.
That was my job before you came. I have been more than a year, and never have got out of those rudimans yet, and I suppose I never shall.
Mr Brookes, perceiving that I was tired, desired me to leave off, an order which I gladly obeyed, and I took my seat in a corner of the shop.
There, said Timothy, laying down his basket; no more work for me hanty prandium, is there, Mr Brookes?
No, Tim; but post prandium, youll post off again.
Dinner being ready, and Mr Cophagus having returned, he and Mr Brookes went into the back parlour, leaving Timothy and me in the shop to announce customers. And I shall take this opportunity of introducing Mr Timothy more particularly, as he will play a very conspicuous part in this narrative. Timothy was short in stature for his age, but very strongly built. He had an oval face, with a very dark complexion, grey eyes flashing from under their long eyelashes, and eyebrows nearly meeting each other. He was marked with the small pox, not so much as to disfigure him, but still it was very perceptible when near to him. His countenance was always lighted up with merriment; there was such a happy, devil-may-care expression in his face, that you liked him the first minute that you were in his company, and I was intimate with him immediately.
I say, Japhet, said he, where did you come from?
The Foundling, replied I.
Then you have no friends or relations.
If I have, I do not know where to find them, replied I, very gravely.
Pooh! dont be grave upon it. I havnt any either. I was brought up by the parish, in the workhouse. I was found at the door of a gentlemans house, who sent me to the overseersI was about a year old then. They call me a foundling, but I dont care what they call me, so long as they dont call me too late for dinner. Father and mother, whoever they were, when they run away from me, didnt run away with my appetite. I wonder how long master means to play with his knife and fork. As for Mr Brookes, what he eats wouldnt physic a snipe. Whats your other name, Japhet?
Newland.
Newlandnow you shall have mine in exchange: Timothy Oldmixon at your service. They christened me after the workhouse pump, which had Timothy Oldmixon fecit on it: and the overseers thought it as good a name to give me as any other; so I was christened after the pump-maker with some of the pump water. As soon as I was big enough, they employed me to pump all the water for the use of the workhouse. I worked at my papa, as I called the pump, all day long. Few sons worked their father more, or disliked him so much; and now, Japhet, you see, from habit, Im pumping you.
Youll soon pump dry, then, for Ive very little to tell you, replied I; but, tell me, what sort of a person is our master?
Hes just what you see him, never alters, hardly ever out of humour, and when he is, he is just as odd as ever. He very often threatens me, but I have never had a blow yet, although Mr Brookes has complained once or twice.
But surely Mr Brookes is not cross?
No, he is a very good gentleman; but sometimes I carry on my rigs a little too far, I must say that. For as Mr Brookes says, people may die for want of the medicines, because I put down my basket to play. Its very true; but I cant give up peg in the ring on that account. But then I only get a box of the ear from Mr Brookes, and that goes for nothing. Mr Cophagus shakes his stick, and says, Bad boybig stickumwont forgetnext timeand so on, continued Timothy, laughing; and it is so on, to the end of the chapter.
By this time Mr Cophagus and his assistant had finished their dinner, and came into the shop. The former looked at me, put his stick to his nose, Little boysalways hungryumlike good dinnerroast beefYorkshire puddingand so on, and he pointed with the stick to the back parlour. Timothy and I understood him very well this time: we went into the parlour, when the housekeeper sat down with us, and helped us. She was a terribly cross, little old woman, but as honest as she was cross, which is all that I shall say in her favour. Timothy was no favourite, because he had such a good appetite; and it appeared that I was not very likely to stand well in her good opinion, for I also ate a great deal, and every extra mouthful I took I sank in her estimation, till I was nearly at the zero, where Timothy had long been for the same offence; but Mr Cophagus would not allow her to stint him, saying, Little boys must eator wont growand so on.
I soon found out that we were not only well fed, but in every other point well treated, and I was very comfortable and happy. Mr Brookes instructed me in the art of labelling and tying up, and in a very short time I was very expert; and as Timothy predicted, the rudiments were once more handed over to him. Mr Cophagus supplied me with good clothes, but never gave me any pocket-money, and Timothy and I often lamented that we had not even a halfpenny to spend.
Before I had been many months in the shop, Mr Brookes was able to leave when any exigence required his immediate attendance. I made up the pills, but he weighed out the quantities in the prescriptions: if, therefore anyone came in for medicines, I desired them to wait the return of Mr Brookes, who would be in very soon. One day, when Mr Brookes was out, and I was sitting behind the counter, Timothy sitting on it, and swinging his legs to and fro, both lamenting that we had no pocket-money, Timothy said, Japhet, Ive been puzzling my brains how we can get some money, and Ive hit it at last; let you and I turn doctors; we wont send all the people away who come when Mr Brookes is out, but well physic them ourselves. I jumped at the idea, and he had hardly proposed it, when an old woman came in, and addressing Timothy, said, That she wanted something for her poor grandchilds sore throat.
I dont mix up the medicines, maam, replied Timothy; you must apply to that gentleman, Mr Newland, who is behind the counterhe understands what is good for everybodys complaints.
Bless his handsome faceand so young too! Why, be you a doctor, sir?
I should hope so, replied I; what is it you requirea lotion, or an embrocation?
I dont understand those hard words, but I want some doctors stuff.
Very well, my good woman; I know what is proper, replied I, assuming an important air. Here, Timothy, wash out this vial very clean.
Yes, sir, replied Timothy, very respectfully.
I took one of the measures, and putting in a little green, a little blue, and a little white liquid from the medicine bottles generally used by Mr Brookes, filled it up with water, poured the mixture into the vial, corked and labelled it, haustus statim sumendus, and handed it over the counter to the old woman.