m half-a-crown, and ordered him to go home. I went into the
inn with my portmanteau, and was shown into a small back parlour; there I
remained about half an hour reflecting upon the best plan that I could
adopt.

Leaving the ale that I had called for untasted, I paid for it, and, with
the portmanteau on my shoulder, I walked away until I arrived at an old
clothes' shop. I told the Jew who kept it, that I required some clothes,
and also wanted to dispose of my own portmanteau and all my effects. I
had a great rogue to deal with; but after much chaffering, for I now felt
the value of money, I purchased from him two pair of corduroy trousers,
two waistcoats, four common shirts, four pairs of stockings, a smock
frock, a pair of high-lows, and a common hat. For these I gave up all my
portmanteau, with the exception of six silk handkerchiefs, and received
fifty shillings, when I ought to have received, at least, ten pounds; but
I could not well help myself, and I submitted to the extortion. I
dressed myself in my more humble garments, securing my money in the
pocket of my trousers unobserved by the Jew, made up a bundle of the
rest, and procured a stick from the Jew to carry it on, however not
without paying him three-pence for it, he observing that the stick "wash
not in de bargain." Thus attired, I had the appearance of a countryman
well to do, and I set off through the long dirty main street of
Brentford, quite undecided and indifferent as to the direction I should
take. I walked about a mile, when I thought that it was better to come
to some decision previous to my going farther; and perceiving a bench in
front of a public-house, I went to it and sat down. I looked around,
and it immediately came to my recollection that I was sitting on the very
bench on which Timothy and I had stopped to eat our meal of pork, at our
first outset upon our travels. Yes, it was the very same! Here sat I,
and there sat Timothy, two heedless boys, with the paper containing the
meat, the loaf of bread, and the pot of beer between us. Poor Timothy! I
conjured up his unhappiness when he had received my note acquainting him
with our future separation. I remembered his fidelity, his courage in
defence, and his preservation of my life in Ireland, and a tear or two
coursed down my cheek.

I remained some time in a deep reverie, during which the various
circumstances and adventures of my life were passed in a rapid panorama
before me. I felt that I