looked very fierce. "I
wish you a good morning. I leave Reading to-morrow. I will call on you,
and say good-bye, if I can;" and I saw no more of Friend Talbot, whose
mind was all courage, but whose body was so renegade.

Chapter LXVI

I fall in with Timothy.

About a month after this, I heard a sailor with one leg, and a handful
of ballads, singing in a most lachrymal tone,

"Why, what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping? A tear is a pleasure,
d'ye see, in its way"--

"Bless your honour, shy a copper to Poor Jack, who's lost his leg in the
sarvice. Thanky, your honour," and he continued,

"It's nonsense for trifles, I own, to be piping, But they who can't
pity--why I pities they. Says the captain, says he; I shall never forget
it, Of courage, you know, boys, the true from the sham,"

"Back your maintopsail, your worship, for half a minute, and just assist
a poor dismantled craft, who has been riddled in the wars--"'Tis a furious
lion.' Long life to your honour--'In battle so let it--'

"'Tis a furious lion, in battle so let it; But duty appeased--but duty
appeased--

"Buy a song, young woman, to sing to your sweetheart, while you sit on
his knee in the dog-watch--

"But duty appeased'tis the heart of a lamb."

I believe there are few people who do not take a strong interest in the
English sailor, particularly in one who has been maimed in the defence
of his country. I always have, and as I heard the poor disabled fellow
bawling out his ditty, certainly not with a very remarkable voice or
execution, I pulled out the drawer behind the counter, and took out some
halfpence to give him. When I caught his eye I beckoned to him, and he
entered the shop. "Here, my good fellow," said I, "although a man of
peace myself, yet I feel for those who suffer in the wars;" and I put
the money to him.

"May your honour never know a banyan day," replied the sailor; "and a
sickly season for you, into the bargain."

"Nay, friend, that is not a kind wish to others," replied I.

The sailor fixed his eyes earnestly upon me, as if in astonishment, for,
until I had answered, he had not looked at me particularly.

"What are you looking at?" said I.

"Good heavens!" exclaimed he. "It is--yet it cannot be!"

"Cannot be! what, friend?"

He ran out of the door, and read the name over the shop, and then came
in, and sank upon a chair outside of the counter. "Japhet--I have found
you at last!" exclaimed he, faintly.