y took him along with
them to their quarters, and they passed the day very merrily: the
soldiers expressed great discontent at their being discharged, swearing
they would never come over to England any more, saying, if they had not
come over then, they should have been either starved or hanged. He then
inquired how they lived in France? They replied, never better in their
lives. From Boulogne he set off for Calais; where he likewise found a
great multitude of English soldiers, and more were daily coming in.
Whilst he was here, the Duke of Richmond arrived, in his way to Paris;
who, seeing many English soldiers, asked some of them why they came
there? to which they replied, they should have been either starved or
hanged if they had staid in England. Mr. Carew intended to have paid his
respects to his grace, but had not an opportunity; and soon after, being
taken very ill, was obliged to desist from his intended design of making
a tour through France, Germany, &c.

He therefore took a passage in the packet-boat from Calais, and landed at
Dover; from hence he went to Folkstone, where he got a pass and relief
from the mayor, under the name of John Moore, a native of St. Ives, in
Cornwall, who had been cast away on the coast of France, in a vessel
coming from Ireland. Having borne this character as long as suited his
inclination, he metamorphosed himself again, and appeared in quite a
different shape. He now wore a full handsome tie-wig, but a little
changed by age; a good beaver hat, somewhat duffy; a fine broad-cloth
coat, but not of the newest fashion, and not a little faded in its
colour. He was now a gentleman of an ancient family and good estate, but
reduced by a train of uncommon misfortunes. His venerable looks, his
dejected countenance, the visible struggles between the shame of asking
and the necessity which forced him to it, all operated to move the pity
of those he applied to, which was generally shown by handsome
contributions, for few could think of offering mites to a gentleman of so
ancient a family, and who had formerly lived so well; and indeed how much
soever we may envy the great in their prosperity, we are as ready to
relieve them in their misfortunes.

Mr. Carew happening to be in the city of Wells, in Somersetshire, on a
Sunday, was told that the bishop was to preach that morning: upon which
he slips on a black waistcoat and morning-gown, and went out to meet the
bishop as he was walking in pr