ren a
tender sense of humanity, and feeling for another's woes, they would by
this means teach them the enjoyment of the most godlike and pleasing of
all other pleasures, that of relieving the distressed; and would
extinguish that sordid selfish spirit, which is the blot of humanity.
The good lady not content with what she had already done, ushered him
into the room, where her husband, an aged gentleman, was writing; to whom
she related Mr. Cook's misfortunes in as moving a manner as she was able;
the old gentleman laid aside his spectacles, and asked him several
questions, then dispatched his servant into the town, who soon returned
with two Newfoundland captains, one of whom happened to be Captain Drake,
to whom our hero had a letter of recommendation given him by one of the
Bristol captains; and the other Captain Morris, whose business having
called him to Bristol, he had there been already informed by the captains
of the circumstances of Mr. Cook's misfortunes; and he repeating the same
now to the mayor, Captain Morris confirmed this relation, told them how
he had been treated at Bristol, and made him a present of a guinea and a
greatcoat, it being then very rainy weather; Captain Drake likewise gave
him a guinea, for both these gentlemen perfectly well knew Mr. Cook's
father and mother; the mayor likewise made him a present, and entertained
him very hospitably in his house.

In the same character he visited Sir Haswell Tent, and several other
gentlemen, raising considerable contributions.

This activity and ingenuity of their new king was highly agreeable to the
community of the mendicants, and his applauses resounded at all their
meetings; but, as fortune delights to change the scene, and of a sudden
to depress those she had most favoured, we come now to relate the
misfortunes of our hero, though we know not whether we should call them
by that name or not, as they gave him a large field of action, and
greater opportunities of exercising the more manly virtues--courage and
intrepidity in dangers.

Going one day to pay a visit to Mr. Robert Incledon, at Barnstaple in
Devon, (in an ill hour which his knowledge could not foresee,) knocking
at the door softly, it was, opened to him by the clerk, with the common
salutation of How do you do, Mr. Carew? where have you been? He readily
replied, that he was making a visit to Squire Bassar, and in his return
had called to pay his respects to Mr. Incledon.

The clerk ver