e was the architect. The
inner court is very stately, all of free-stone, well hewn, with a
colonade round it, from whence are entries into the several apartments;
but above all, the long gallery is very remarkable, being adorned with
the pictures of all the Scotch kings, from Fergus the first, done by
masterly hands. Here Mr. Carew met the rebels, but having no mind to
join them, he pretended to be very sick and lame; however, he accosted
them with, God bless you, noble gentlemen! and the rebels moving on to
Carlisle, he hopped after them, and from thence to Manchester, and there
had a sight of the Pretender's son, and other commanders. He afterwards
accompanied them to Derby, where a report was spread, that the Duke of
Cumberland was coming to fight them; upon which, their courage failing,
though the Pretender's son was for fighting, they retreated back to
Carlisle; upon which he thought it time to leave them, and hopped
homewards on his crutches, taking care to change his note to "God bless
King George, and the brave Duke William!" Coming into Bristol, he met
with one Mr. P---, an apothecary, who had formerly known him at St. Mary
Ottery, in Devon. Mr. P--- was very glad to see him, and took him to a
tavern, where he treated him very handsomely, and then sent for his wife,
sister, and other friends, to come and see him. They were all highly
pleased to see a man they had heard so much talk of, and, after spending
some hours very merrily with him, they would have him to try his fortune
in that city, but to take care of the mint. Accordingly he went to a
place of rendezvous of the brothers of the mendicant order in
Temple-street, equipped himself in a very good suit of clothes, and then
went upon the Exchange, as the supercargo of a ship called the Dragon,
which had been burnt by lightning off the Lizard point. By this story he
raised a very handsome contribution on the merchants and captains of
vessels, it being well known that such a ship had been burnt in the
manner he described. He then returned to his friend Mr. P---, the
apothecary, and, knocking at the door, asked if he was at home; upon
which Mr. P---, came forth, and, not knowing him again in his
supercargo's dress, made him a very low bow, and desired him to walk in.
Mr. Carew asked him if he had any fine salve, as he had met with an
accident, and burnt his elbow; upon which Mr. P--- ran behind his
counter, and reached down a pot of salve, desiring, with