Poor T. (Aside). Could I have conveyed the value of that liquor to my wife and children, it might have saved them another day from starvation!
Log. (Overhearing). What! hard up!—wife and children starving!—that sha’n’t be while Bob Logic has a quid left.—Here, my honest fellow, go fill their bellies and make them happy. (Gives money).
Poor T. May heaven bless you, Sir—you know not half the good you have done!
[Exit poor T.]
Log. No: but I know one thing enough, and that is, the value of money—a prison is the only place to learn that in; and if ever I get out again——
Enter TOM and JERRY.
Log. Ah, Tom and Jerry! my boys! this is kind indeed!
Tom. Never desert an old pal in limbo, Bob; but when you get safe out of the river tick, take my advice, look into not over your affairs; if young men would but deign to consider this, would but, in the flowery wilds of pleasure, cast one glance at the guiding star of prudence—their pockets would be more full, and the prisons of the law more empty.
Log. Never doubt me, Tom—but welcome to ‘Freshwater Bay,’ to my new settlement on board the Never-Wag man of war;—homeward station—forced to be on good terms with others, if I am not with myself——
Jerry. Still as lively as ever, eh, Doctor?