he time; to all which questions he gave
very satisfactory answers. This captain had detected so many impostors,
that he concluded they were all so; but, not being able to find Mr. Carew
in any one error, he was very proud of it, pitied and relieved him in an
extraordinary manner, went with him himself to the principal people of
the town, wrote him letters of recommendation to his distant relations
and friends, that lay in his road, and acted with such extraordinary
kindness, as if he thought he could never do enough; it is to be
remarked, that he passed rather for a passenger than a seaman.

In the same town lived Lord B---y, who had a son, who was captain of the
Antelope man-of-war, stationed in the West Indies, and who died on the
passage; Mr. Carew informed himself of every circumstance relating
thereto, and made it his business to meet his lordship as he came out of
church. After his first application, he gave his lordship to understand,
that he was a spectator of the burial of his son on board the Antelope;
at the same time came up this critical captain, who gave him the
character of a man of great veracity, so that his lordship gave him a
guinea, his eldest son five shillings, and also good entertainment from
the house. This happened to be a fair day; he thereupon, going into the
town, was accosted by an apothecary, who whispered him in the ear,
saying, that he knew him to be the famous Bampfylde Moore Carew, and had
most grossly imposed upon the captain and the town, but at the same time
assured him that he would not injure him, but faithfully keep the secret.
In the mean time there was an Irish quack-doctor in view, who had
gathered the whole market around him, and who, with more strength of
lungs than sense of argument, most loudly harangued, entertaining them in
a very florid manner with the sovereign virtues of his pills, plasters,
and self; and so far did he impose upon them, as to vend his packets
pretty plentifully, which the apothecary could not forbear beholding with
an envious eye, and jocularly asked Mr. Carew if he could not help him to
some revenge upon this dangerous rival and antagonist of his; which he
promised him to do effectually.

Accordingly he got a little phial, and filled it up with spirits of
turpentine; he then mixed in with the gaping auditory of this Irish
itinerant physician, who was in the midst of them, mounted on his steed
adorned with a pompous curb-bridle, with a large parcel