a great deal of
complaisance, the favour of looking at his elbow; he then discovered
himself, which occasioned no little diversion to Mr. P--- and his family,
who made him very welcome.

Going back to his quarters, he laid aside his finery, and dressed himself
more meanly, like to a labouring mechanic; he then went into the street,
and acted like a madman, talking in a raving manner about Messrs.
Whitfield and Wesley, as though he was disordered in his mind by their
preaching; calling in a furious manner at every step upon the Virgin
Mary, Pontius Pilate, and Mary Magdalen, and acting the part of a man
religiously mad. Sometimes he walked with his eyes fixed upon the
ground, and then, of a sudden, he would break out into some passionate
expressions about religion. This behaviour greatly excited the curiosity
and compassion of the people, some of whom talked to him, but he answered
every thing they said in a wild and incoherent manner; and, as compassion
is generally the forerunner of charity, he was relieved by the most of
them.

The next morning he appeared in a morning-gown, still acting the madman,
and carried it so far now, as to address himself to all the posts in the
streets, as if they were saints, lifting up his hands and eyes in a
fervent though distracted manner to heaven, and making use of so many
extravagant gestures, that he astonished the whole city. Going through
Castle-street, he met the Rev. Mr. B---c, a minister of that place, whom
he accosted with his arms thrown round him; and insisted, in a raving
manner, he should tell him who was the father of the morning star; which
frightened the parson so much, that he took to his heels and ran for it,
he running after him, till he took shelter in a house.

Having well recruited his pockets by this stratagem, he left the city
next day, and travelled towards Bath, acting the madman all the way till
he came to Bath. As soon as he came there, he inquired for Dr. Cooney's,
and being directed to his house, found two brother mendicants at the
door; after they had waited some time, the servant brought each of them a
halfpenny, for which his brother mendicants were very thankful; but Mr.
Carew gave his halfpenny to one of them; then knocking at the door, and
the maid coming out again, Tell your master, said he, I am not a
halfpenny man, but that my name is Bampfylde Moore Carew, king of the
mendicants, which being told, the Dr. came out with one of his daughters