said the son, I believe you would have raised as bad a
smell as I have done, if you had been here. Well, well, said the father,
perhaps I might; but have you spoken to old Joan? Yes, indeed, replied
Mr. Carew. And what does the old woman say? she says, if her will is not
exactly fulfilled as she desired, she will never leave haunting you; but,
if it be, all shall be well and quiet. They then went to the farmer's
house, where they were made very welcome, and received the twenty
shillings, according to promise, the farmer requesting they would stay
the next night by themselves, for he believed his son would have no
stomach to go with them, and tell the old woman every thing should be
fulfilled according to her will, and they should be satisfied to their
content. They accordingly passed the next night there very merrily, and
received another twenty shillings in the morning, which was well bestowed
too by the farmer; for ever after the house had the reputation of being
quiet.

Mr. Carew and his companion then set forward for Porlock, where they
parted company; and Mr. Carew coming into Porlock, met Dr. Tanner, a
relation of old Joan Liddon's, and his brother, Parson Tanner, who was
with him. After the usual salutations, he very composedly asked if they
had heard the news of the conjuring old Joan? The doctor replied they
had heard something of it, and that he was resolved either to send or
take a ride over himself, to inquire into the truth of it. He confirmed
it to them, which occasioned a great deal of discourse about it, and who
these two conjurers could be.

We should, perhaps, have passed over in silence this adventure of our
hero's, but that an author of the first rate has taken a great deal of
pains to frighten a poor soldier, and entertain his readers by dressing
up his hero in a white coloured coat, covered with streams of blood;
though we cannot well conceive how those streams of blood, which ran down
the coat in the morning, should appear so very visible twenty hours
after, in the middle of the night, and at a distance by the light of a
single candle; notwithstanding this great author has very judicously
acquainted us with a light-coloured coat; but however this may be, we are
of opinion that the farmer's son in the above adventure is a more
entertaining character than the soldier in the renowned history we are
speaking of; and that our hero, whenever it was needful, could make a
much more tremendous fig