He was to sail from Leith, and his trunk had been sent to Hawick to be forwarded by the carrier. Adam was to leave his mother"s house early on the following morning; and on the evening preceding his departure he paid his farewell visit to the manse. Mr Douglas received him with his wonted kindness; he gave him one or two letters of recommendation, and much wholesome advice, although the good man was nearly as ignorant of what is called the world as the youth who was about to enter it. Adam sat long, and said little; for his heart was full, and his spirit heavy.
He had never said to Mary Douglas, in plain words, that he loved her--he had never dared to do so; and he now sat with his eyes anxiously bent upon her, trembling to bid her farewell. She too was silent. At length he rose to depart; he held out his hand to Mr Douglas; the latter shook it affectionately, adding, "Farewell, Adam! May Heaven protect you against the numerous temptations of the great city!" He turned towards Mary--he hesitated--his hands dropped by his side. "Could I speak wi"
you a moment?" said he, and his tongue faltered as he spoke. With a tear glistening in her eyes, she looked towards her father, who nodded his consent, and she arose and accompanied Adam to the door. They walked towards the flower-garden--he had taken her hand in his--he pressed it, but he spoke not, and she offered not to withdraw it. He seemed struggling to speak; and at length, in a tone of earnest fondness--and he shook as he spoke--he said, "Will you not forget me, Mary?"
A half-smothered sob was her reply, and a tear fell on his hand.
"Say you will not," he added, yet more earnestly.
"O Adam!" returned she, "how can you say _forget_!--Never--never!"
"Enough--enough!" he continued, and they wept together.
It was scarce daybreak when Adam rose to take his departure, and to bid his mother and his brethren farewell. "Oh!" exclaimed she, as she placed his breakfast before him, "is this the last meal that my bairn"s to eat in my house?" He ate but little; and she continued, weeping as she spoke, "Eat, hinny, eat; ye have a lang road before ye. And, O Adam!
aboon everything earthly, mind that ye write to me every week; never think o" the postage--for, though it should tak my last farthing, I maun hear frae ye."
He took his staff in his hand, and prepared to depart. He embraced his younger brothers, and tears were their only and mutual adieu. His parent sobbed aloud. "Fareweel, mother!" said he, in a voice half-choked with anguish--"fareweel!"
"G.o.d bless my bairn!" she exclaimed, wringing his hand, and she leaned her head upon his shoulder, and wept as though her heart would burst. In agony, he tore himself from her embrace, and hurried from the house; and during the first miles of his journey, at every rising ground, he turned anxiously round, to obtain another lingering look of the place of his nativity; and, in the fulness and bitterness of his feelings, he p.r.o.nounced the names of his mother, and his brethren, and of Mary Douglas, in the same breath.
We need not describe his pa.s.sage to London, nor tell how he stood gazing wonderstruck, like a graven image of amazement, as the vessel winded up the Thames, through the long forests of masts, from which waved the flags of every nation.
It was about mid-day, early in the month of April, when the smack drew up off Hermitage Stairs, and Adam was aroused from his reverie of astonishment, by a waterman who had come upon deck, and who, pulling him by the b.u.t.tonhole, said, "Boat, master? boat!" Adam did not exactly understand the question, but, seeing the other pa.s.sengers getting their luggage into the boats, he followed their example. On landing, he was surrounded by a group of porters, several of whom took hold of his trunk, all inquiring, at the same moment, where he wished it taken to.
This was a question he could not answer. It was one he had never thought of before. He looked confused, and replied, "I watna."
"_Watna!_" said one of the c.o.c.kney burden-bearers--"_Watna!_--there an"t such a street in all London."
Adam was in the midst of London, and he knew not a living soul among its million of inhabitants. He knew not where to go; but, recollecting that one of the gentlemen to whom Mr Douglas had recommended him was a Mr Davison, a merchant in Cornhill, he inquired--
"Does ony o" ye ken a Mr Davison, a merchant in Cornhill?"
"Vy, I can"t say as how I know him," replied a porter; "but, if you wish your luggage taken there, I will find him for you in a twinkling."
"And what wad ye be asking to carry the bit box there?" said Adam, in a moment betokening an equal proportion of simplicity and caution.
"Hasking?" replied the other--"vy, I"m blessed if you get any one to carry it for less than four shillings."
"I canna afford four shillings," said Adam; "and I"ll be obleeged to ye if ye"ll gie me a lift on to my shouther wi"t, and I"ll carry it mysel."
They uttered some low jests against his country, and left him to get his trunk upon his shoulders as he best might. Adam said truly that he could not afford four shillings; for, after paying his pa.s.sage, he had not thirty shillings left in the world.
It is time, however, that we should describe Adam more particularly to our readers. He was dressed in a coa.r.s.e grey coat; with trousers of the same colour, a striped waistcoat; a half-worn broad-brimmed hat, and thick shoes, studded with nails, which clattered as he went. Thus arrayed, and with his trunk upon his shoulders, Adam went tramping and clattering along East Smithfield, over Tower-hill, and along the Minories, inquiring at every turning--"If any one could direct him to Mr Davison"s, the merchant in Cornhill?" There was many a laugh, and many a joke, at poor Adam"s expense, as he went trudging along, and more than once the trunk fell to the ground, as he came in contact with the crowds who were hurrying past him. He had been directed out of his way; but at length he arrived at the place he sought. He placed his burden on the ground--he rang the bell--and again and again he rang, but no one answered. His letter was addressed to Mr Davison"s counting-house--it was past business hours, and the office was locked up for the day. Adam was now tired, disappointed, and perplexed. He wist not what to do. He informed several "decent-looking people," as he said, "that he was a stranger, and he would be obleeged to them if they could recommend him to a lodging." He was shown several, but the rent per week terrified Adam. He was sinking under his burden, when, near the corner of Newgate Street, he inquired of an old Irish orange-woman, if "she could inform him where he would be likely to obtain a lodging at the rate of eighteen-pence or two shillings a-week?
"Sure, and it"s I who can, jewel," replied she; "and an iligant room it is, with a bed his Holiness might rest his blessed bones on, and never a one slapes in it at all but my own boy Barney; and, barring when Barney"s in dhrink--and that"s not above twice a-week--you"ll make mighty plaisant sort of company together."
Adam was glad to have the prospect of a resting-place of any sort before him at last, and with a lighter heart and a freer step he followed the old orange-woman. She conducted him to Green Dragon Court, and desiring him to follow her up a long, dark, dirty stair, ushered him into a small, miserable-looking garret, dimly lighted by a broken skylight, while the entire furniture consisted of four wooden posts without curtains, which she termed a bed, a mutilated chair, and a low wooden stool. "Now, darlint," said she, observing Adam fatigued, "here is a room fit for a prince; and sure you won"t be thinking half-a-crown too much for it?"
"Weel," said Adam, for he was ready to lie down anywhere, "we"ll no quarrel about a sixpence."
The orange-woman left him, having vainly recommended him "to christen his new tenement with a drop of the cratur." Adam threw himself upon the bed, and, in a few minutes, his spirit wandered in its dreams amidst the "bonny woods and braes" of Teviotdale. Early on the following day he proceeded to the counting-house of Mr Davison, who received him with a hurried sort of civility--glanced over the letter of introduction--expressed a hope that Mr Douglas was well--said he would be happy to serve him--but he was engaged at present, and, if Mr Brown would call again, if he should hear of anything, he would let him know.
Adam thanked him, and, with his best bow (which was a very awkward one), withdrew. The clerks in the outer office t.i.ttered, as poor Adam, with his heavy hobnailed shoes, tramped through the midst of them. He delivered the other letter of introduction, and the gentleman to whom it was addressed received him much in the same manner as Mr Davison had done, and his clerks also smiled at Adam"s grey coat, and gave a very peculiar look at his clattering shoes, and then at each other. Day after day he repeated his visits to the counting-houses of these gentlemen--sometimes they were too much engaged to see him, at others they simply informed him that they were sorry they had heard of nothing to suit him, and continued writing, without noticing him again; while Adam, with a heavy heart, would stand behind their desk, brushing the crown of his brown broad-brimmed hat with his sleeve. At length the clerks in the outer office merely informed him their master had heard of nothing for him. Adam saw it was in vain--three weeks had pa.s.sed, and the thirty shillings which he had brought to London were reduced to ten.
He was wandering disconsolately down Chancery Lane, with his hands thrust in his pockets, when his attention was attracted to a shop, the windows and door of which were covered with written placards, and on these placards were the words, "_Wanted, a Book-keeper_"--"_Wanted, by a Literary Gentleman, an Amanuensis_"--in short, there seemed no sort of a situation for which there was not a person wanted, and each concluded with "_inquire within_." Adam"s heart and his eyes overflowed with joy.
There were at least half-a-dozen places which would suit him exactly--he was only at a loss now which to choose upon--and he thought also that Mr Douglas" friends had used him most unkindly in saying they could hear of no situation for him, when here scores were advertised in the streets.
At length he fixed upon one. He entered the shop. A sharp, Jewish-looking little man was writing at a desk--he received the visiter with a gracious smile.
"If ye please, sir," said Adam, "will ye be so good as inform me where the gentleman lives that wants the book-keeper?"
"With pleasure," said the master of the register office; "but you must give me five shillings, and I will enter your name."
"Five shillings!" repeated Adam, and a new light began to dawn upon him.
"Five shillings, sir, is a deal o" money and, to tell ye the truth, I can very ill afford it; but, as I am much in want o" a situation, maybe ye wad tak half-a-crown."
"Can"t book you for that," said the other, "but give me your half-crown, and you may have the gentleman"s address."
He directed him to a merchant in Thames Street. Adam quickly found the house; and, entering with his broad-brimmed hat in his hand, and sc.r.a.ping the hob-nails along the floor--"Sir," said he, "I"m the person Mr Daniells o" Chancery Lane has sent to you as a book-keeper."
"Mr Daniells--Mr Daniells?" said the merchant; "don"t know any such person--have not wanted a book-keeper these six months."
"Sir," said Adam, "are ye no Mr Robertson o" 54 Thames Street?"
"I am," replied the merchant; "but," added he, "I see how it is. Pray, young man, what did you give this Mr Daniells to recommend you to the situation?"
"Half-a-crown, sir," returned Adam.
"Well," said the other, "you have more money than wit. Good-morning, sir, and take care of another Mr Daniells."
Poor Adam was dumfoundered; and, in the bitterness of his spirit, he said London was a den o" thieves. I might tell you how his last shilling was expended--how he lived upon bread and water--how he fell into arrears with the orange-woman for the rent of his garret--how she persecuted him--how he was puzzled to understand the meaning of the generous words, "_Money Lent_;"--how the orange-woman, in order to obtain her rent, taught him the mystery of the _three golden b.a.l.l.s_--and how the shirts which his mother had made him from a web of her own spinning, and his books, and all that he had, save the clothes upon his back, were pledged--and how, when all was gone, the old landlady turned him to the door, houseless, friendless, penniless, with no companion but despair. We might have dwelt upon these things, but must proceed with his history.
Adam, after enduring privations which would make humanity shudder, obtained the situation of a.s.sistant-porter in a merchant"s office. The employment was humble, but he received it joyfully. He was steady and industrious, and it was not long until he was appointed warehouseman; and his employer, finding that, in addition to his good qualities, he had received a superior education, made him one of his confidential clerks. He had held the situation about two years. The rust, as his brother clerks said, was now pretty well rubbed off Scotch Adam. His hodden-grey was laid aside for the dashing green, his hobnailed shoes for fashionable pumps, and his broad-brimmed hat for a narrow-crowned beaver; his speech, too, had caught a sprinkling of the southern accent; but, in other respects, he was the same inoffensive, steady, and serious being as when he left his mother"s cottage.
His companions were wont to "roast" Adam, as they termed it, on what they called his Methodism. They had often urged him to accompany them to the theatre; but, for two years, he had stubbornly withstood their temptations. The stage was to Adam what the tree of knowledge was to his first namesake and progenitor. He had been counselled against it, he had read against it, he had heard sermons against it; but had never been within the walls of a theatre. _The_ Siddons, and her brother John Kemble, then in the zenith of their fame, were filling not only London, but Europe, with their names. One evening they were to perform together--Adam had often heard of them--he admired Shakspere--his curiosity was excited--he yielded to the solicitations of his companions, and accompanied them to Covent Garden. The curtain was drawn up. The performance began. Adam"s soul was riveted, his senses distracted. The Siddons swept before him like a vision of immortality--Kemble seemed to draw a soul from the tomb of the Caesars; and, as the curtain fell, and the loud music pealed, Adam felt as if a new existence and a new world had opened before him, and his head reeled with wonder and delight.
When the performances were concluded, his companions proposed to have a single bottle in an adjoining tavern; Adam offered some opposition, but was prevailed upon to accompany them. Several of the players entered--they were convivial spirits, abounding with wit, anecdote, and song. The scene was new, but not unpleasant to Adam. He took no note of time. He was unused to drink, and little affected him. The first bottle was finished. "WE"LL HAVE ANOTHER," said one of his companions. It was the first time Adam had heard the fatal words, and he offered no opposition. He drank again--he began to expatiate on divers subjects--he discovered he was an orator. "Well done, Mr Brown," cried one of his companions, "there"s hope of you yet; _we"ll have another_, my boy--three"s band!" A third bottle was brought; Adam was called upon for a song. He could sing, and sing well too; and, taking his gla.s.s in his hand, he began--
""Stop, stop, we"ll hae anither gill, Ne"er mind a lang-tongued beldame"s yatter They"re fools wha"d leave a gla.s.s o" yill For ony wife"s infernal clatter.
""There"s Bet, when I gang hame the night, Will set the hail stair-head a ringin-- Let a" the neebors hear her flyte, Ca" me a brute, and stap my singin.
She"ll yelp about the bairns" rags-- Ca" me a drucken gude-for-naethin!
She"ll curse my throat and drouthy bags, And at me thraw their duddy claethin!"
"Chorus, gentlemen--chorus!" cried Adam, and continued--
""The fient a supper I"ll get there-- A _dish o" tongue_ is a" she"ll gie me!
She"ll shake her nieve and rug her hair, And wonder how she e"er gaed wi" me!
She vows to leave me, and I say, "Gang, gang! for dearsake!--that"s a blessin!"
She rins to get her claes away, But--_o" the kist the key"s amissin_!
""The younkers a" set up a skirl.
They shriek and cry, "Oh dinna, mither!"
I slip to bed, and fash the quarrel Neither ae way nor anither.