Punctually at the Time appointed, I waited on Father Fahy, who, as he promised, carry’d me to the Count’s House:  He was stepping into his Coach just as we got there; but seeing Father Fahy, he advanced towards us.  The Father deliver’d my Desire in as handsom a Manner as could be, and concluding with the Reason of it, from my having been in that Service under him; he seem’d very well pleas’d, but added, that there were not many beside my self living, who had been in that Service with him.  After some other Conversation, he call’d his Gentleman to him, and gave him particular Orders to give us a Frescari, or in English, an Entertainment; so taking leave, he went into his Coach, and we to our Frescari.

Coming from which, Father Fahi made me observe, in the open Street, a Stone, on which was a visible great Stain of somewhat reddish and like Blood.

“This,” said he, “was occasion’d by the Death of a Countryman of mine, who had the Misfortune to overset a Child, coming out of that House (pointing to one opposite to us) the Child frighted, though not hurt, as is natural, made a terrible Outcry; upon which its Father coming out in a violent Rage (notwithstanding my Countryman beg’d Pardon, and pleaded Sorrow as being only an Accident) stabb’d him to the Heart, and down he fell upon that Stone, which to this Day retains the Mark of innocent Blood, so rashly shed”.

He went on, and told me, the Spaniard immediately took Sanctuary in the Church, whence some Time after he made his Escape.  But Escapes of that Nature are so common in Spain, that they are not worth wondering at.  For even though it were for wilful and premeditated Murder, if the Murderer have taken Sanctuary, it was never known, that he was delivered up to Justice, though demanded; but in some Disguise he makes his Escape, or some Way is secured against all the Clamours of Power or Equity.  I have observed, that some of the greatest Quality stop their Coaches over a stinking nasty Puddle, which they often find in the Streets, and holding their Heads over the Door, snuff up the nasty Scent which ascends, believing that ’tis extream healthful; when I was forced to hold my Nose, passing by.  ’Tis not convenient to walk out early in the Morning, they having no necessary Houses, throw out their Nastiness in the Middle of the Street.

After I had taken Leave of Father Fahy, and return’d my Thanks for all Civilities, I went to pay a Visit to Mr. Salter, who was Secretary to General Stanhope, when the English Forces were made Prisoners of War at Breuhiga; going up Stairs, I found the Door of his Lodgings a-jar; and knocking, a Person came to the Door, who appeared under some Surprize at Sight of me.  I did not know him, but inquiring if Mr. Salter was within; He answered, as I fancy’d, with some Hesitation, that he was but was busy in an inner Room.  However,