, who signaliz'd
himself that Day so much, that his Captain and Lieutenant being kill'd,
he succeeded to the former in the Command of the Company, and _Truelove_
was made his Lieutenant. The next Field-Fight _Truelove_ was kill'd, and
_Lostall_ much wounded, after he had sufficiently reveng'd his Friend's
Death by the Slaughter of many of the Enemies. Here it was that his
Bravery was so particular, that he was courted by the Lieutenant-General
to accept of the Command of a Troop of Horse; which gave him fresh and
continu'd Occasions of manifesting his Courage and Conduct. All this
while he liv'd too generously for his Pay; so that in the three or four
Years Time, the War ceasing, he was oblig'd to make use of what Jewels
and Money he had left of his own, for his Pay was quite spent. But at
last his whole Fund being exhausted to about fifty or threescore Pounds,
he began to have Thoughts of returning to his native Country, _England_;
which in a few Weeks he did, and appear'd at the _Tower_ to some of his
Majesty's (King _Charles_ the Second's) Officers, in a very plain and
coarse, but clean and decent Habit: To one of these Officers he
address'd himself, and desir'd to mount his Guards under his Command,
and in his Company; who very readily receiv'd him into Pay. (The Royal
Family had not then been restor'd much above a Twelve-Month.) In this
Post, his Behaviour was such, that he was generally belov'd both by the
Officers and private Soldiers, most punctually and exactly doing his
Duty; and when he was off the Guard, he would employ himself in any
laborious Way whatsoever to get a little Money. And it happen'd, that
one Afternoon, as he was helping to clean the _Tower_ Ditch, (for he
refus'd not to do the meanest Office, in Hopes to expiate his Crime by
such voluntary Penances) a Gentleman, very richly dress'd, coming that
Way, saw him at Work; and taking particular Notice of him, thought he
should know that Face of his, though some of the Lines had been struck
out by a Scar or two: And regarding him more earnestly, he was at last
fully confirm'd, that he was the Man he thought him; which made him say
to the Soldier, Prithee, Friend, What art thou doing there? The unhappy
Gentleman return'd, in his Country Dialect, Why, Master, Cham helping to
clear the _Tower_ Ditch, zure, an't please you. 'Tis very hot, (said
t'other) Art thou not a dry? Could'st thou not drink? Ay, Master,
reply'd the Soldier, with all my Heart. Well, (