thence to the Rev. Mr. Birt's, at Sutton, at both of which
places he was much pitied, and handsomely relieved. He then steered for
Somerton, and visited the Rev. Mr. Dickenson; but this mask would not
avail him here, for the parson discovered him through it; but he desired
him to keep it secret till he was gone out of town, which he accordingly
did: he therefore went boldly to the Rev. Mr. Keat, and pretended to be a
scholar of Baliol College, which Mr. Keat believing, and pitying his
condition, he gave him a crown.

Next day he went to Bridgewater in the same habit, and from thence to Sir
Charles Tynte's, at Haswell: going into the court, he was met by the Rev.
Mr. Standford, who immediately knew him, and accosted him with, How do
you do, friend Carew! Soon after that came Sir Charles, who accosted him
also in the same manner. Mr. Standford and he made themselves very merry
at the character he had assumed. Well, said Sir Charles, we will make
you drink, but unless you can deceive my Bess, (so he was pleased to call
his lady,) you shall have nothing of me; but whatever she gives, I'll
double. He was then ordered into the hall, and exchanged his cap for a
hat with one of the servants; after waiting some time lady Tynte came
down. It will here be proper to observe, that this lady, though of a
very charitable disposition to her poor neighbours, having been often
deceived by mendicants, and finding few of them deserving of her charity,
had resolved to relieve no unknown objects, however plausible their tale;
but our hero, depending upon his art, was not afraid to accept of Sir
Charles's challenge. From the servants' hall he watched a proper
opportunity of accosting the lady, and she passed and repassed several
times before he could speak to her. At last, seeing her standing in the
hall talking with Sir Charles, he came behind her, and accosted her
with--God bless you, most gracious lady. The lady turned about and asked
him pretty hastily from whence he came? I am a poor unfortunate man,
replied he, who was taken by two French privateers coming from Boston,
and carried into Boulogne, where we were teased day and night to enter
into the French service, but refused to do it. And how got you from
thence? asked the lady. We took an opportunity of breaking out of the
prison, and seized upon a fishing-boat in the harbour, with which we got
safe to Lymington, being in all twenty-five of us, where we sold our
boat. What