aration, he stared in my face, and told me, I was excessively
raw or I would not talk in that manner. "Upon my word," cried he, "I
have a very bad opinion of a young fellow who won't borrow of his friend
when he is in want--'tis the sign of a sneaking spirit. Come, come,
Random, give me back the five shillings, and take this half-guinea,
and if ever you are able to pay me, I believe you will: if not, I shall
never ask it."

When I reflected upon my present necessity, I suffered myself to be
persuaded, and after making my acknowledgments to Mr. Jackson, who
offered to treat me with a play, I returned to my lodgings with a much
better opinion of this gentleman than I had in the morning; and at night
imparted my day's adventure to Strap, who rejoiced at my good luck,
saying, "I told you if he was a Scotchman you was safe enough--and who
knows but this marriage may make us all. You have heard, I suppose, as
how a countryman of ours, a journeyman baker, ran away with a great
lady of this town, and now keeps his coach. I say nothing; but yesterday
morning as I was shaving a gentleman at his own house, there was a young
lady in the room, and she threw so many sheep's eyes at a certain person
whom I shall not name, that my heart went knock, knock, knock, like a
fulling mill, and my hand sh-sh-shook so much that I sliced a piece of
skin off the gentleman's nose; whereby he uttered a deadly oath, and was
going to horsewhip me, when she prevented him, and made my peace. Is not
a journeyman barber as good as a journeyman baker? The only difference
is, the baker uses flour for the belly, and the barber rises it for the
head: and as the head is a more noble member than the belly, so is a
barber more noble than a baker--for what's the belly without the head?
Besides, I am told, he could neither read nor write; now you know I
can do both, and moreover, speak Latin--but I will say no more, for I
despise vanity--nothing is more vain than vanity." With these words,
he pulled out of his pocket a wax-candle`s end, which he applied to his
forehead; and upon examination, I found had combed his own hair over the
toupee of his wig, and was, indeed, in his whole dress, become a very
smart shaver. I congratulated him on his prospect with a satirical
smile, which he understood very well; and, shaking his head, observed, I
had very little faith, but the truth would come to light in spite of my
incredulity.

CHAPTER XVII

I go to Surgeons'