While I stay’d at Bayonne, the Princess Ursini came thither, attended by some of the King of Spain’s Guards.  She had been to drink the Waters of some famous Spaw in the Neighbourhood, the Name of which has now slipt my Memory.  She was most splendidly entertain’d by the Queen Dowager of Spain; and the Mareschal de Montrevel no less signaliz’d himself in his Reception of that great Lady, who was at that Instant the greatest Favourite in the Spanish Court; tho’ as I have before related, she was some Time after basely undermined by a Creature of her own advancing.

BAYONNE is esteem’d the third Emporium of Trade in all France.  It was once, and remain’d long so, in the Possession of the English; of which had History been silent, the Cathedral Church had afforded evident Demonstration; being in every respect of the English Model, and quite different to any of their own way of Building in France.

PAMPELONA is the Capital City of the Spanish Navarr, supposed to have been built by Pompey.  ’Tis situated in a pleasant Valley, surrounded by lofty Hills.  This Town, whether famous or infamous, was the Cause of the first Institution of the Order of the Jesuits.  For at the Siege of this Place Ignatius Loyola being only a private Soldier, receiv’d a shot on his Thigh, which made him uncapable of following that Profession any longer; upon which he set his Brains to work, being a subtle Man, and invented the Order of the Jesuits, which has been so troublesome to the World ever since.

At Saint Stephen near Lerida, an Action happened between the English and Spaniards, in which Major General Cunningham bravely fighting at the Head of his Men, lost his Life, being extreamly much lamented.  He was a Gentleman of a great Estate, yet left it, to serve his Country; Dulce est pro Patria Mori.

About two Leagues from Victoria, there is a very pleasant Hermitage plac’d upon a small rising Ground, a murmuring Rivulet running at the bottom, and a pretty neat Chapel standing near it, in which I saw Saint Christopher in a Gigantick Shape, having a Christo on his Shoulders.  The Hermit was there at his Devotion, I ask’d him (tho’ I knew it before) the reason why he was represented in so large a Shape:  The Hermit answered with great Civility, and told me, he had his Name from Christo Ferendo, for when our Saviour was young, he had an inclination to pass a River, so Saint Christopher took him on his Shoulders in order to carry him over, and as the Water grew deeper and deeper, so he grew higher and higher.

At last we received News, that the Gloucester Man of War, with two Transports, was arrived at Port Passage, in order for the Transporting of all the remaining Prisoners of War into England.  Accordingly they march’d next Day, and there embark’d.  But I having before agreed with a Master of a Vessel, which was loaded with Wine for Amsterdam, to set me ashoar at Dover, stay’d behind, waiting for that Ship, as did that for a fair Wind.