do you beg for then? if you sold your boat, you must have
money. Several of us were sick, replied he, which was very expensive.
But what countryman are you? I am an Old England man, please you, my
lady, but I have my wife in Wales. From what part? says the lady, who
was a native of Wales herself. I married, replied he, one Betty Larkey,
who lived with Sir John Morgan, and afterwards with parson Griffy, at
Swansea. Ay, did you marry Betty Larkey?--how many children have you by
her? Only one daughter, replied he. In the mean time Sir Charles and
the parson were ready to burst with containing their laughter, to see how
he managed my lady to bring her to; for his assertion of having married
Betty Larkey, who was a country-woman of my lady's, and formerly known to
her, was a loadstone which presently drew my lady's hand to her purse;
then turning to Sir Charles, she asked him if he had any small money
about him? I have none, replied Sir Charles, pretty bluntly, being
scarce able to contain himself from bursting out into laughter; so she
went up stairs, and soon returning, gave him five shillings, and asked
him to eat and drink, going out herself to call the butler. In the mean
time Sir Charles stepped nimbly into the servant's hall, and fetched the
Oxford cap, which he put on Mr. Carew's head. The lady and butler came
in immediately after, and she, seeing the cap upon his head, cried out,
God bless me! what, did you bring that from France? It is just like one
of our Oxford scholar's caps. Ay, so it is indeed, my lady, replied Sir
Charles; why don't you know who it is? It is Bampfylde Moore Carew. Ay,
ay, this is your doings, Sir Charles, said the lady; and went away
somewhat disgusted at the trick that had been put upon her. Sir Charles,
however, was as good as his word, in doubling the money his lady gave,
and parson Standford gave him half-a-crown.

Some time after this, he called upon the Miss Hawkers, of Thorn, near
Yeovil, who treated him very hospitably, and inquired what news he had
heard, it being in the late rebellion. Whilst he was talking with them,
he observed a new house almost opposite, and inquired who lived there.
They told him one parson Marks, a dissenting clergyman; upon which,
taking leave of the ladies, he stept over the way, and knocked boldly at
the door, which was opened by the parson himself. Sir, said Mr. Carew,
pulling off his hat, and accosting him with a demure countenance, I have