James Braithwaite, the Supercargo | Page 6

took me round to the different desks, and
explained the business transacted at each of them. "And there, Mr
James, look there," he said, pointing to a line of ponderous folios on a
shelf within easy distance of where he himself sat: "see, we have
Swift's works, a handsome edition too, eh!" and he chuckled as he
spoke.
"Why, I fancied that they were ledgers," said I. "Ha! ha! ha! so they are,
and yet Swift's works, for all that, those of my worthy predecessor,
Jeremiah Swift, every line in them written by his own hand, in his best
style; so I call them Swift's works. You are not the first person by a
great many I have taken in. Ha! ha! ha!"
This was one of the worthy man's harmless conceits. He never lost an
opportunity of indulging in the joke to his own amusement; and I
remarked that he laughed as heartily the last time he uttered it as the
first.
I set to work diligently at once on the tasks given me, and was
rewarded by the approving remarks of Mr Janrin and Mr Thursby. Mr
Garrard had long ago left, not only the business but this world; the
"Co." was his nephew, Mr Luttridge, who was absent on account of
ill-health, and thus the whole weight of the business rested on the
shoulders of Mr Janrin. But, as Thursby remarked, "He can well
support it, Mr James. He's an Atlas. It's my belief that he would
manage the financial affairs of this kingdom better than any Chancellor
of the Exchequer, or other minister of State, past or present; and that
had he been at the head of affairs we should not have lost our North
American Colonies, or have got plunged over head and ears in debt as
we are, alack! already; and now, with war raging and all the world in
arms against us, getting deeper and deeper into the mire." Without

holding my worthy principal in such deep admiration as our head clerk
evidently did, I had a most sincere regard and respect for him.
Our dinner hour was at one o'clock, in a room over the office. Mr
Janrin himself presided, and all the clerks, from the highest to the
lowest, sat at the board. Here, however, on certain occasions, handsome
dinners were given at a more fashionable hour to any friends or
correspondents of the house who might be in London. Mr Thursby took
the foot of the table, and I was always expected to be present. At length
I completed two years of servitude in the house, and by that time was
thoroughly up to all the details of business. I had been very diligent. I
had never taken a holiday, and never had cause to absent myself from
business on account of ill-health. On the very day I speak of we had
one of the dinners mentioned. The guests were chiefly merchants or
planters from the West Indies, with a foreign consul or two, and
generally a few masters of merchantmen. The guests as they arrived
were announced by Mr Janrin's own servant, Peter Klopps, who always
waited on these occasions. Peter was himself a character. He was a
Dutchman. Mr Janrin had engaged his services many years before
during a visit to Holland. He had picked Peter out of a canal, or Peter
had picked him out, on a dark night--I never could understand which
had rendered the service to the other; at all events, it had united them
ever afterwards, and Peter had afterwards nursed his master through a
long illness, and saved his life. The most important secrets of State
might have been discussed freely in Peter's presence. First, he did not
understand a word that was said, and then he was far too honest and
discreet to have revealed it if he had.
Several people had been announced. Ten minutes generally brought the
whole together. I caught the name of one--Captain Hassall. He was a
stranger, a strongly-built man with a sunburnt countenance and bushy
whiskers; nothing remarkable about him, except, perhaps, the
determined expression of his eye and mouth. His brow was good, and
altogether I liked his looks, and was glad to find myself seated next to
him. He had been to all parts of the world, and had spent some time in
the India and China seas. He gave me graphic accounts of the strange
people of those regions; and fights with Chinese and Malay pirates,

battles of a more regular order with French and Spanish privateers,
hurricanes or typhoons. Shipwrecks and exciting adventures of all sorts
seemed matters of everyday occurrence. A scar on his cheek and
another across his hand, showed that he had been, at close quarters, too,
on some occasion, with