Its very rare to sy any of the women religious, they are so keipt up, yet on a tyme as I was standing wt some others heir in the mouth of a litle lane their came furth 2 nunnes, in the name of the rest, wt a litle box demanding our charity.  Each of us gave them something:  the one of them was not a lass of 20 years.

Mr. Daille loves fisch dearly, and generally, I observe, that amongs 10 Frenchmen their sall be 9 that wil praefer fisch to flech, and thinks the one much more delicat to the pallate then the other.  The fisch they make greatest cont of are that they call the sardine, which seimes to be our sandell, and which we saw first at Saumur, and that they call le solle, which differs not from our fluck[146] but seimes to be the same.  The French termes it le perdrix de la mer, the patridge of the sea, because as the pertridge is the most delicious of birds, so it of fisches.  Mr. Daille and his wife perceaving that we cared not for any sort of fisches, after they would not have fisches once in the moneth.

    [146] Flounder.

We cannot forget a story or 2 we have heard of Capuchines.  On a tyme as a Capuchin, as he was travelling to a certain village a little about a dayes journy from Poictiers, he rencontred a gentlemen who was going to the same place, whence they went on thegither.  On their way they came to a little brook, over which their was no dry passage, and which would take a man mid leg.  The Capuchin could easily overcome this difficulty for, being bare legged, he had no more ado but to truce up his gowen and pass over; the gentleman could not wt such ease, whence the Capucyn offers to carry him over on his back.  When he was in the mides of the burn the Capucyn demanded him if he had any mony on him.  The man, thinking to gratify the Capucyn, replied that he had as much as would bear both their charges.  Wheiron the Capucyn replied, If so, then, Sir, I can carry you no further, for by the institution of our order I can carry no mony, and wt that he did let him fall wt a plasch in the mides of the burn. Quoeritur, whither he would have spleeted[147] on the regular obedience of their order if he carried the man having mony on him wholly throw the water.

    [147] Split, spleeted on, departed from.

At another tyme a Capucyn travelling all alone fand a pistoll laying on the way.  On which arose a conflict betuixt the flesch and the spirit, that same man as a Capuchin and as another man.  On the one hand he reasoned that for him to take it up it would be a mortell sine; on the other hand, that to leive it was a folly, since their was nobody their to testify against him.  Yet he left it, and as he was a litle way from it the flesch prevailed, he returned and took it up, but be a miracle it turned to a serpent in his hand and bit him.