St. Leger, at Donnerail, which Lord
Annesly would not consent to, unless he promised to call upon him again
on his return; which agreeing to do, he sent his servant with him as far
as Blessington. Parting with the servant here, he travelled to Kilkenny;
thence to Cashel, (where is a fine seat belonging to Lord Mark Ker,)
Clonmel, and Cahir, where our hero was taken dangerously ill. It would
be unpardonable not to mention the hospitality he was treated with here.
His good landlady, finding him so ill, sent for the minister of the place
to come and pray by him, which he accordingly did, and at going away
clapped half-a-crown into his hand, and soon after sent an apothecary to
him, who administered what medicines were proper for him, which had so
good an effect as to enable him to get upon his legs: however, they would
not let him proceed forward for several days, lest he should relapse; and
before he set out, the minister of the parish sent his clerk round the
place to make a collection for the stranger. At length, being perfectly
recovered, he set out for Lord St. Leger's. When he came there, and was
introduced, my lord presently recollected him, and cried, Why sure, and
doubly sure, it is Carew! He then asked how long he had been in Ireland;
adding, he hoped he would stay with him for some time. His lordship made
him very welcome, and they talked over some of the merry pranks they had
played together. Mr. Carew inquired if Sir Matthew Day, another of their
old schoolfellows, was alive. His lordship told him he was dead; but
that there was a young gentleman would be glad to see any old friend of
his father's. He abode with Lord St. Leger about a fortnight, being
entertained in the kindest manner possible; at his departure, my lord
made him a handsome present, and gave him a good suit of clothes, with a
recommendatory letter to young Mr. Day.

Here he was received with great civility, as well upon account of Lord
St. Leger's letter, as being an old school-fellow of Mr. Day's father.
The conversation happening to turn upon dogs, Mr. Day told him he had
heard he was very famous for enticing dogs away, and that Sir William
Courtenay's steward had told him there was not a dog could resist his
allurements; however, he believed he had one that would; he then ordered
a surly morose dog to be brought out, and offered to lay a wager he could
not entice him away, which he readily accepted, and began to whistle to
the dog,