of that name, so well known, and so amply provided for, by the late and present King of Spain.  She was very civil, and seemed sensible.  Her husband, the Governor, soon after came in, and the whole family smiled upon me.  I then began to think I should escape both goal and inquisition.  Mrs. O’Reilly visited my family.  Mr. O’Reilly borrowed a house for me, and a charming one too; I say borrowed it, for no Spaniard letts his house; I was only to make him some recompense for his politeness and generosity.  The Intendant even sent Gov.  O’Reilly to know why Mr. Curtoys had not presented me, on the court-day, to the Captain-General.  Mr. Consul Curtoys was obliged to give his reasons in person; had they been true, they were good:  the Intendant accepted them, and said he would present me himself.  Things seemed now to take a favourable turn:  Mr. Curtoys visited me on his way back from the Intendant’s; assured me he had told him that I was a man of character, and an honest man; and that though he could not see me as Consul Curtoys, he should be glad to see me as Merchant Curtoys.  On the other hand, the Marquis of Grimaldi, with the politeness of a minister, and the feelings of humanity, wrote me a very flattering letter indeed, and sent it by a special courier, who came in four days from Madrid.  Now, thought I, a fig for your Wombwells, Curtoys, &c.  The first minister’s favour, and the shining countenance of Madam O’Reilly, must carry me through every thing.  But alas! it was quite otherwise;—­the courier who brought my letter had directions to deliver it into my own hands; but either by his blunder, or Madam O’Reilly’s, I did not get it till nine hours after it arrived, and then from the hands of Madam O’Reilly’s servant.  The contents of this letter were soon known:  the favour of the minister at Madrid did not shine upon me at the Court of Barcelona!  I visited Madam O’Reilly, who looked at me,—­if I may use such a coarse expression,—­“like God’s revenge against murder.”  I could not divine what I had done, or what omitted to do.  I could get no admittance at the Intendant’s, neither.  I proposed going to Montserrat, and asked my fair countrywoman for a letter to one of the monks; but—­she knew nobody there, not she:—­Why then, madam, said I, perhaps I had better go back to France:—­Oh! but, says she, perhaps the Marquis of Grimaldi will not let you; adding, that the laws of France and Spain were very different.—­But, pray, madam, said I, what have the laws of either kingdom to do with me, while I violate none of them?  I am a citizen of the world, and consequently free in every country.—­Now, Sir, to decypher all this, which I did by the help of some characters an honest Spaniard gave me:—­Why, says he, they say you are a great Captain; that you have had an attention shewn you by the Marquis of Grimaldi,