IV.
1753-1755.
[Stephanos
in
great
distress
-
Returning
good
for
evil
-
Mr.
Davis
and
Rs.
500
for
Emin
-
Money
refused
-
Two
years
a
porter
-
Writer
to
an
attorney
-
But
Charles
XII
of
Sweden
and
Peter
the
Great
may
not
intrude
into
copies
of
law-suits!
-
Lodging
with
a
grocer
-
In
the
Park
-
Edmund
Burke
-
His
great
kindness.
]
One
of
those
days
he
received
a
very
pressing
letter,
dated
twelve
oclock
in
the
forenoon,
from
Mr.
Stephenus,
the
Armenian
Jew,
begging
for
Christs
sake
that
he
would
go
to
him;
which
accordingly
he
did.
In
going
up
stairs,
he
first
stept
into
the
parlour
to
visit
Mrs.
Newman,
whom
he
had
not
seen
for
almost
two
years.
Inquiring
for
the
petitioner,
she
said,
"Go
up
stairs
into
his
room,
and
see
the
condition
he
has
brought
himself
to;
I
do
not
know
but
it
may
be
the
judgment
of
Heaven
upon
the
man
for
his
behaviour
towards
you,
as
I
have
told
you
before
a
hundred
times
that
you
will
thrive,
and
do
not
know
how
he
will
end
his
life
at
last;
go
up,
Sir,
go
up.
"
When
he
entered
the
mansion,
he
found
the
windows
all
covered
with
flannels,
caulked
up
like
a
ship,
smelling
most
disagreeably,
with
a
candle
burning
before
him,
and
himself
sitting
by
the
fireside:
as
his
tongue,
mouth,
and
lips,
were
swelled
so
that
he
was
not
able
to
speak
a
word,
there
were
pen,
ink,
and
paper,
ready
on
the
table;
he
took
a
pen
and
wrote
the
following
words:
"Emin,
you
are
sensible
that
I
have
been
your
great
enemy,
and
endeavoured
to
ruin
you
all
the
time
you
have
been
in
this
country;
but
God
was
with
you:
-
help
me,
for
the
bloody
cross
of
Christ!
-
if
you
do
not
go
this
instant
to
Mr.
Muilman,
and
tell
him
my
deplorable
case
(who
has
taken
for
granted
that
I
am
in
the
country),
to-morrow
I
shall
be
sent
away
to
prison
by
another
Armenian,
called
Peter
Paul,
and
by
a
Jew,
to
whom
I
owe
300
l.
sterling,
on
a
joint
bond.
"
He
finished
the
letter,
and
fell
down
on
his
knees.
The
miserable
object
of
pity
affected
the
author
so
deeply,
that
he
forgot
his
own
hardships.
Immediately
he
ran
to
Mr.
Muilman,
a
merchant
in
Old
Broad
Street,
acquainted
him
with
the
affair,
and
thus
was
the
means
of
saving
both
the
life
and
credit
of
Stephenus.
This
happened
in
December;
the
poor
man
lived
some
years
after,
extremely
reduced,
and
died
at
last
in
great
misery,
in
the
same
honourable
employment
of
a
porter,
which
Emin
himself
was
obliged
to
undertake.
But
he
was,
and
is,
really
sorry
to
the
heart,
without
the
least
dissimulation;
for
he
thinks,
that
to
rejoice
at
the
down
fall
of
an
evil-doer,
is
one
of
the
meanest
emotions
of
a
cowardly
mind,
and
ought
to
be
disdained
by
every
man
of
humanity.
The
author,
from
the
time
of
his
coming
to
London,
during
eighteen
months
at
the
academy,
and
twenty-one
months
in
the
service
of
Mr.
Roberts
(almost
three
years
and
a
half),
never
missed
an
opportunity
of
writing
to
his
father
in
Calcutta,
from
whom
he
received
no
answer;
which
made
him
the
more
uneasy
in
his
servile
situation,
as
he
had
given
over
even
the
hopes
of
his
existence.
But
the
same
Armenian
jeweller
mentioned
before,
named
Peter
Paul,
had
on
his
arrival
from
Madras
brought
with
him
a
servant
from
Bengal,
who
said
to
Emin,
"Your
father
is
angry
with
you;
he
cannot
hold
up
his
head
among
the
Armenians,
who
continually
in
conversation
are
casting
reflections
upon
him
in
that
place,
and
laughing
at
him
for
his
imprudence,
in
venturing
to
let
his
son
go
to
learn
English;
well
knowing
the
wildness
of
his
temper
before,
and
how
untameable
he
was
while
in
chains
of
strictness,
which
with
his
own
hands
he
had
broken,
and
let
him
loose
to
fly
to
the
remotest
part
of
the
world,
there
to
be
lost
for
ever.
"
The
author
was
made
happy
in
his
exile,
hearing
his
father
was
alive;
but
could
not
help
laughing
at
those
cowardly
gentlemen,
who,
not
observing
the
beams
in
their
own
eyes,
try
to
take
the
mote
out
of
a
neighbours
eye,
without
sense
enough
to
distinguish
the
moon
from
a
piece
of
green
cheese.
Some
time
after,
about
ten
in
the
morning,
the
author,
working
in
the
shop,
taking
some
sugar
out
of
a
hogshead,
looking
as
dirty
as
a
chimney
sweeper,
saw
a
gentleman
stop
at
the
door
in
his
coach-and
four,
named
William
Davis,
Esq.,
formerly
chief
at
Dacca,
in
the
honourable
companys
employment.
He
inquired
for
Joseph
Emin,
gave
him
a
letter
from
his
father,
and
stood
till
he
read
it
over.
The
contents
were,
that
he
was
to
receive
from
Mr.
Davis
500
rupees,
upon
condition
that
he
would
return
to
Bengal,
otherwise
not
to
be
entitled
to
a
penny
of
the
sum.
He
said
to
Mr.
Davis,
"Since
my
father
mistrusts
me,
be
pleased
to
write
to
him,
that
his
son
will
neither
receive
the
remitted
money,
nor
submit
to
such
severity,
as
he
trusts
himself
to
God,
who
will
take
care
of
him.
"
Mr.
Davis
much,
on
the
whole,
approved
the
authors
declaration,
and
said,
"Call
me
upon
in
Norfolk-street,
when
an
opportunity
offers.
"
Mr.
Roberts
was
surprised,
with
all
his
family,
to
think
what
could
be
his
servants
reason
for
chusing
to
stay
in
the
house
as
a
labouring
porter,
rather
than
receive
500
rupees,
and
return
to
his
father
like
a
gentleman:
"Our
country
is
depopulated,
"
said
he,
"for
the
sake
of
India;
yet
this
man,
in
this
low
condition
of
life,
prefers
the
former
to
the
latter;
he
must
know
something
which
is
a
mystery
to
us.
Well,
well,
Mrs.
Roberts,
Joseph
is
an
honest
fellow,
and
I
am
very
glad
he
does
not
go
for
our
own
sakes:
you
know
we
like
him
as
one
of
the
family;
and
as
he
likes
us
as
well,
let
him
stay
as
long
as
he
pleases.
"
The
author
was
not
mindless
of
Mr.
Roberts
humane
care,
who
now
and
then,
when
he
had
a
great
deal
to
do
in
the
house,
employed
a
ticket
porter
to
do
part
of
his
work.
As
Sundays
are
free
to
all
servants
in
the
city,
Emins
delight
was
to
rise
every
Sunday
in
the
morning,
early
enough
to
march
up
to
St.
Jamess
Park
to
see
the
guard
relieved,
and
back
again
to
breakfast.
In
his
way
he
called
on
Mr.
Davis,
who
told
him,
he
would
write
to
his
father
that
he
could
not
come
that
season
but
would
the
next:
"I
shall
keep,
"
added
he,
"the
money
in
my
possession
till
then.
"
Emin
not
thinking
it
proper
to
contradict
him,
thanked
him,
and
went
away
to
the
city.
Some
time
after,
he
answered
his
father
in
the
negative,
that
he
would
neither
receive
the
remittance,
nor
return
to
Bengal
to
hear
his
reprimand,
and
to
have
the
mortification
of
seeing
others
laugh
at
him
in
their
sleeves,
who
stretch
forth
their
mouth
unto
heaven,
and
their
tongue
goeth
through
the
world:
he
further
declared,
that
he
would
not
come
away
easily,
without
an
ample
satisfaction
to
his
mind:
he
humbly
begged
of
his
father
not
to
be
displeased,
but
to
pray
for
his
son,
whose
honour
was
so
much
at
stake.
He
concluded,
"every
thing
in
good
time,
dear
father;
patience
overcomes
all.
"
He
stayed
three
months
more
in
the
same
house,
which
was
exactly
two
years
complete;
but
found
the
work
too
hard;
and
by
carrying
heavy
loads
in
a
basket
on
the
knot
upon
his
shoulders,
hurt
himself
at
last,
and
was
obliged
to
take
leave
with
three
pounds
thirteen
shillings,
which,
he
had
saved,
in
his
pocket.
He
went
thence
to
one
Mr.
Webster,
attorney-at-law
in
Queen
Street,
Cheapside,
upon
whom
he
used
to
call
twice
a-week,
to
know
if
he
could
get
a
place
as
a
writer
in
some
gentlemans
counting-house,
as
he
had
been
recommended
two
years
before
by
a
Mr.
Philpot,
one
of
the
gentlemen
boarders
of
Mr.
Middletons
academy.
Mr.
Webster,
on
inquiry,
found
Emin
to
be
out
of
place;
and
knowing
well
that
he
could
write
a
tolerable
hand,
employed
him
to
write
in
his
office,
favouring
him
with
board
and
lodging
in
his
house.
This
little
genteel
success
became
a
great
subject
of
conversation
among
his
brother
porters,
and
the
servant
maids
in
Bishopsgate-street,
who
said,
"Oh,
Lord!
the
little
Armenian
porter
is
turned
a
gentleman";
not
knowing
it
was
but
for
a
short
time.
There
he
copied
cases
of
law-suits
about
six
weeks.
He
never
missed
a
page
without
some
quotation
from
the
lives
of
Peter
the
Great
of
Russia,
Charles
the
Twelfth
of
Sweden,
and
Telemachus;
which,
by
mere
chance,
he
found
in
the
room,
and
thoughtlessly
inserted
them
among
the
lines
of
his
writing.
Poor
Mr.
Webster
was
obliged
to
scratch
them
out
for
hours
together,
saying,
in
the
meantime,
to
his
Armenian
clerk,
"Sure,
Mr.
Emin,
you
have
some
very
odd
notions
in
your
head;
I
believe
you
will
be
a
soldier
at
last.
"
Finding
it
impossible
for
him,
in
spite
of
the
utmost
caution,
to
avoid
errors,
which
dashed
him
with
chagrin;
good
Mr.
Webster
could
bear
it
no
more;
paid
him
twenty-six
shillings,
telling
him
politely,
that
the
term
was
over,
and
there
was
no
more
business
for
him
to
do.
He
went
away;
and
took
a
lodging
somewhere
about
the
Temple,
where
he
staid
a
week;
thence
he
removed
to
Holborn;
thence
to
the
Strand,
to
one
Mr.
Philpots,
who
kept
a
grocery,
cyder
and
perry
shop.
He
became
a
father,
and
his
wife
a
mother,
to
Emin;
who
took
his
lodging
up
two
pairs
of
stairs,
bought
his
own
sugar
and
tea,
and
every
morning
had
a
pennyworth
of
buttered
roll
for
his
breakfast.
He
resided
with
them
in
this
economical
manner.
The
kettle
on
the
fire
in
a
small
room
below
stairs
near
the
shop,
was
boiling
gratis;
each
person
put
a
spoonful
of
tea
in
the
jointpot;
and
each
had
his
cup
and
saucer,
in
which
he
took
care
to
put
sparingly
a
certain
quantity
of
sugar.
If
he
dined
with
them
on
common
days,
he
paid
three
pence
for
his
dinner;
and
if
on
Sunday,
a
groat.
He
kept
no
company
with
those
of
the
same
station
with
himself;
nor
had
he,
indeed,
even
from
the
time
of
his
arrival
in
London.
Now
and
then
Mr.
Philpot
procured
some
writing
jobs
for
him:
when
he
had
time
to
spare,
he
generally
read
those
heroic
books
before-mentioned;
and
constantly
attended
every
morning
the
drilling
of
the
recruits
in
St.
Jamess
Park,
as
well
as
the
exercise
of
the
kings
guards.
One
Sunday
afternoon,
as
he
was
walking
in
the
park,
he
saw
among
the
multitude,
Mr.
Bodly
the
lawyer,
whom
he
had
seen
at
Calcutta,
at
the
Old
Court
House,
pleading
at
the
bar,
when
he
was
a
school-boy
there.
His
heart
jumped
for
joy
with
thinking
he
should
hear
some
news
from
him
about
his
father.
This
gentleman
was
accompanied
by
another,
very
tall
and
well
made,
but
a
stranger
to
the
author;
who
followed
them
up
and
down
before
Buckingham-Gate
four
times,
but
had
not
courage
enough
to
speak;
when
observing
the
countenance
of
Mr.
Bodlys
noble-looking
companion
to
be
more
affable,
he
took
off
his
hat,
and
accosting
him
told
him
that
he
knew
that
person.
He
immediately
returned
the
compliment,
and
asked
Emin
what
the
gentlemans
name
was?
He
answered,
Mr.
Bodly.
He
then
said,
"Tell
me
your
reason
for
not
speaking
to
him,
since
you
know
him?"
The
author
said,
as
he
had
been
so
many
years
in
the
East,
breathing
the
air
of
that
quarter,
he
feared
some
rebuking
word
from
him,
such
as
he
had
heard
on
the
self-same
ground
some
months
ago
from
captain
Grady,
who
was
the
chief
mate
of
the
Old
Walpole
Indiaman,
in
which
he
had
been
a
lascar.
The
noble-looking
gentleman
was
much
taken
by
the
observation,
as
well
as
the
remark
of
the
author,
and
desired
him
to
walk
with
them.
In
a
few
minutes
he
satisfied
himself
with
Mr.
Bodly
in
regard
to
Emins
father.
The
noble
stranger
began
to
inquire
very
closely
the
reason
for
his
coming
away
from
Bengal.
The
author
perceiving
him
to
be
fond
of
conversation
in
his
walk,
thought
it
proper
to
open
to
him
the
wounds
of
his
heart.
As
he
was
going
on
with
rapidity,
inadvertently
the
gentleman
dropped
a
reflecting
word
on
two
officers
who
were
walking
within
fifteen
yards
before
them,
and
said,
"Those
red-coats
are
the
willing
slaves
of
the
nation.
"
This
made
Emin
stop
short,
and
hold
his
peace.
They
took
him
with
them
into
the
small
Wilderness
where
they
ate
some
rusks
and
drank
some
milk,
and
came
out
of
the
park.
When
it
was
just
dark,
Mr.
Bodly
went
to
his
habitation,
and
his
noble
companion
invited
Emin
to
his
apartment,
up
two
pair
of
stairs,
at
the
sign
of
Popes
Head,
at
a
booksellers
near
the
Temple.
No
sooner
had
they
sat
down,
than
the
gentleman,
beginning
the
conversation,
asked
the
author
the
reason
of
his
stopping
short
in
the
midst
of
his
narrative;
he
answered,
"On
account
of
your
reflection
concerning
the
military
gentlemen.
"
"My
friend,
"
said
he,
"you
did
not
understand
my
meaning;
there
is
as
vast
a
difference
between
you
and
them,
as
between
mid-day
and
mid-night;
they
are
inlisted
in
the
service
for
a
livelihood;
you
have
left
that
fine
country
for
improvement,
that
you
may
become
considerable,
and
be
of
service
to
your
countrymen.
"
This
soothing
way
of
talking
made
Emin
lay
open
every
particular
of
his
honourable
motives;
and
he
then
begged
to
be
favoured
with
the
name
of
a
gentleman
who
treated
him
with
so
much
courtesy.
He
very
politely
answered,
"Sir,
my
name
is
Edmund
Burke,
at
your
service;
I
am
a
runaway
son
from
a
father,
as
you
are.
"
He
then
took
half-a-guinea
out
of
his
pocket,
presented
it
to
Emin,
and
said,
"Upon
my
honour,
this
is
what
I
have
at
present,
please
to
accept
it.
"
Emin
thanked
him,
took
three
guineas
and
a
half
out
of
his
own
pocket
and
said,
"I
am
worth
so
much;
it
will
not
be
honest
to
accept
of
that;
not
because
it
is
a
small
sum;
if
it
were
a
thousand
pounds,
I
would
not.
I
am
not
come
away
from
my
friends
to
get
money;
but
if
you
will
continue
your
kind
notice
towards
me,
that
is
all
I
want;
and
I
shall
value
it
more
than
a
princes
treasure.
"
When
Mr.
Burke
understood
that
he
could
read
and
write,
he
gave
him
the
Tatler,
and
made
him
read
a
paragraph
of
it.
He
approved
him,
and
said,
"Very
well;
lay
it
down.
I
am
your
friend,
as
much
as
it
lies
in
my
power.
"
He
took
Emins
direction;
who
bade
him
good
night,
and
went
away.
The
next
morning,
Mr.
Burke
had
the
condescension
to
visit
him
in
his
room;
and
advised
him
to
read
such
books.
Emin
begged
of
him
to
indulge
him
with
the
liberty
to
wait
on
him
now
and
then.
Mr.
Burke
said,
"As
often
as
you
please;
I
shall
be
glad
to
see
you:
"
and
a
few
days
after,
introduced
him
to
his
relation
Mr.
William
Burke,
who
is
now
sometimes
here,
and
sometimes
at
Madras;
and
who
has
been
equally
kind
ever
since.
For
the
space
of
thirty-one
years,
neither
of
them
shewed
the
least
reserve;
the
former
distinguishing
him
by
polite
correspondence,
the
latter
by
personal
kindness,
which
his
grateful
heart
has
obliged
him
to
remember
all
the
days
of
his
life.
Emin
had
been
at
Mr.
Philpots
about
a
month
before
he
was
made
happy
by
the
acquaintance
of
Mr.
Burke;
his
three
guineas
and
a
half
lasted
him
another
month;
and
he
was
obliged
at
last
to
apply
to
Mr.
Davis,
and
received
ten
guineas,
part
of
the
500
rupees,
and
promised
one
of
two
things,
either
to
pay
it
back,
or
to
receive
the
whole
when
he
returned
to
Bengal.
He
did
this
through
necessity;
but
he
did
not
give
over
his
hopes,
and
he
trusted
that
the
providence
of
God
would
assist
him
to
the
very
hour
of
his
setting
out
for
that
country,
and
would
not
let
him
go
without
compassing
his
design,
to
appear
among
people,
who,
like
Banians,
are
entire
strangers
to
humanity;
standing
ready
to
spit
out
their
poison
without
remorse
or
consideration.
They
would
say,
"He
is
come
at
last;
a
lascar
he
went,
a
booby
he
has
returned.
"
The
weight
of
this
thought
he
felt
heavier
than
all
his
past
misfortunes.
Had
not
Mr.
Burke
consoled
him
now
and
then,
he
might
have
been
lost
for
ever
through
despair;
but
his
friend
always
advised
him
to
put
his
trust
in
God;
and
he
never
missed
a
day
without
seeing
Emin.
He
was
writing
books
at
the
time,
and
desired
the
author
to
copy
them;
the
first
was,
as
imitation
of
the
late
Lord
Bolingbrokes
Letter;
the
second,
The
Treatise
of
Sublime
and
Beautiful.
NOTE.
EDMUND
BURKE.
-
It
was
about
this
time
(1755)
that
Mr.
Burke
accidentally
formed
an
acquaintance
in
St.
Jamess
Park
with
a
very
enterprising
and
original
character,
who,
though
a
native
of
the
East,
nearly
friendless
in
England,
and
who,
consequently,
appeared
in
rather
a
"questionable
shape,
"
presented
evidence
of
a
mind
so
much
above
his
situation,
that
he
instantly,
to
the
best
of
his
power,
befriended
him.
This
man,
with
a
little
more
of
the
favour
of
fortune,
might
have
turned
out
one
of
the
most
conspicuous,
as
he
was
one
of
the
most
adventurous
spirits
of
modern
times.
Previous
to
his
introduction
to
the
Duke
of
Northumberland,
Emin
had
become
acquainted
with
Edmund
Burke,
whom,
as
already
stated,
he
accidentally
met
in
the
Park.
After
some
conversation,
Mr.
Burke
invited
Emin
to
his
apartments
at
the
sign
of
Popes
Head,
a
booksellers
near
the
Temple.
Emin,
ignorant
of
the
name
of
the
gentleman
who
had
treated
him
with
so
much
courtesy,
begged
to
be
favoured
with
it,
and
Mr.
Burke
politely
answered,
"
Sir,
my
name
is
Edmund
Burke,
at
your
service.
I
am
a
runaway
son
from
a
father,
as
you
are.
"
He
then
presented
half
a
guinea
to
Emin,
saying
"Upon
my
honour,
this
is
what
I
have
at
present
-
Please
to
accept
of
it.
"
Mr.
Burke
next
day
visited
Emin
and
assisted
him
with
his
advice
as
to
the
books
which
he
should
read.
He
introduced
him
to
his
relation,
Mr.
William
Burke;
and
for
thirty
years
Emin
acknowledges
that
he
was
treated
with
unceasing
kindness
by
both.
At
the
period
of
the
commencement
of
his
acquaintance
with
Mr.
Burke,
Emin
had
little
left
for
his
maintenance,
and
the
prospect
of
accomplishing
the
purpose
of
his
voyage
to
England
became
daily
more
gloomy. . . . . .
The
whole
of
this
story
is
characterised
in
a
high
degree
by
the
humanity
and
generosity
which
always
distinguished
this
great
and
virtuous
ornament
of
our
nation.
(Priors
Life
of
Edmund
Burke,
p.
29).
