ad me. That shan't be var, zure; (return'd _Lostall_) vor the
_Gun_ upon the Hill there, has the best Report for Wine and Zeck Ale
hereabouts. There they arriv'd then in a little Time, got a Room to
themselves, and had better Wine than the Gentleman expected. After a
Glass or two a-piece, his unknown Friend ask'd _Lostall_ what
Country-Man he was? To whom the Soldier reply'd, That he was a
_Zomerzetshire_ Man, zure. Did'st thou never hear then of one Sir _Henry
Hardyman_? (the Stranger ask'd.) Hier of'n! (cry'd t'other) yes, zure;
chave a zeen 'en often. Ah! Zure my Mother and I have had many a
zwindging Pitcher of good Drink, and many a good Piece of Meat at his
House. Humh! (cry'd the Gentleman) It seems your Mother and you knew
him, then? Ay, zure, mainly well; ich mean, by zight, mainly well, by
zight. They had a great deal of farther Discourse, which lasted near two
Hours; in which Time the Gentleman had the Opportunity to be fully
assur'd, that this was _Miles Hardyman_, for whom he took him at first.
At that first Conference, _Miles_ told him his Name was honest _Tom
Lostall_; and that he had been a Souldier about five Years; having first
obtain'd the Dignity of a Serjeant, and afterward had the Honour to be a
Trooper, which was the greatest Post of Honour that he could boast of.
At last, his new Friend ask'd _Miles_, if he should see him there at
Three in the Afternoon the next Day? _Miles_ return'd, That he should be
at his Post upon Duty then; and that without Leave from his Lieutenant,
who then would command the Guards at the _Tower_, he could not stir a
Foot with him. His Friend return'd, That he would endeavour to get Leave
for him for an Hour or two: After which they drank off their Wine; the
Gentleman pay'd the Reckoning, and gave _Miles_ a Broad piece to drink
more Wine 'till he came, if he pleas'd, and then parted 'till the next
Day. When his Friend was gone, _Miles_ had the Opportunity of reflecting
on that Day's Adventure. He thought he had seen the Gentleman's Face,
and heard his Voice, but where, and upon what Occasion, he could not
imagine; but he was in Hopes, that on a second Interview, he might
recollect himself where it was he had seen him. 'Twas exactly Three
a-Clock the next Afternoon, when his Friend came in his own
Mourning-Coach, accompany'd by another, who look'd like a Gentleman,
though he wore no Sword. His Friend was attended by two of his own
Foot-men in black Liveries. _Miles_ was at h