Morrice, but he, remembering his wager,
would hearken to none. At last, understanding that Mr. Morrice was to go
out a hunting one morning with several of the company who were present
when the wager was laid, he dressed himself like a neat old woman, and
walking in the road where they were riding along, all of a sudden he fell
down, and so well counterfeited all the distortion of the most violent
fits in such a terrible manner, that Mr. Morrice was greatly affected
with the poor creature's condition, ordering his servants to get down and
assist her, staying himself till she was brought a little to herself,
then gave her a piece of money, and ordered one of his servants to show
her his house, that she might have some refreshment there; but Mr. Carew,
having obtained what he desired, flung off the old woman, and discovered
himself to Mr. Morrice and the rest of the company, wishing them all a
good-morrow: upon which he owned that he had fairly lost the wager.

Mr. Carew, some time after this, steered his course for Oxford, where he
visited Messrs. Treby, Stanford, Cooke, and other collegians, his
particular friends, of whom he got a trencher-cap.--Having staid at
Oxford as long as was agreeable to his inclinations, he set out for
Abington, and from thence to Marlborough, having put on a pair of white
stockings, a grey waistcoat, and the trencher-cap. Thus equipped, he
pretended to be disordered in his mind; and, as his knowledge of the
Latin tongue enabled him to intermix a few Latin phrases in his
discourse, which he made very incoherent, he was in no fear of being
discovered. Under this character he, therefore, went to the minister of
Marlborough, who, seeing his dress, and finding he could talk Latin, made
no doubt but he was an Oxford scholar, whose brain was turned, either by
too much study or some misfortune; he therefore talked to him a good
deal, endeavouring to find out the cause; telling him, that, though he
was unfortunate now, things might go better with him hereafter; but he
could get nothing but incoherent answers from him: however, he gave him
half-a-crown. From hence he went to Market-Lavington, where he likewise
deceived the minister; and going forward to Warminster, he met with Dr.
Squire, and his brother, the Archdeacon of Bath, who both took him for an
Oxford scholar whose brain was turned, and relieved him as such.

The next morning he went in the same dress to Mrs. Groves, at Wincanton,
and from