Scarce had we gone a hundred Paces, when we saw a Lady of apparent Quality, and indisputable Beauty, in a strange, but most affecting Agony, flying from the apprehended Fury of the Miquelets; her lovely Hair was all flowing about her Shoulders, which, and the Consternation she was in, rather added to, than any thing diminish’d from the Charms of an Excess of Beauty.  She, as is very natural to People in Distress, made up directly to the Earl, her Eyes satisfying her he was a Person likely to give her all the Protection she wanted.  And as soon as ever she came near enough, in a Manner that declar’d her Quality before she spoke, she crav’d that Protection, telling him, the better to secure it, who it was that ask’d it.  But the generous Earl presently convinc’d her, he wanted no Intreaties, having, before he knew her to be the Dutchess of Popoli, taken her by the Hand, in order to convey her through the Wicket which he enter’d at, to a Place of Safety without the Town.

I stay’d behind, while the Earl convey’d the distress’d Dutchess to her requested Asylum; and I believe it was much the longest Part of an Hour before he return’d.  But as soon as ever he came back, he, and my self, at his Command, repair’d to the Place of most Confusion, which the extraordinary Noise full readily directed us to; and which happened to be on the Parade before the Palace.  There it was that the Miquelets were making their utmost Efforts to get into their Hands the almost sole Occasion of the Tumult, and the Object of their raging Fury, the Person of Don Valasco, the late Governor.

It was here that the Earl preserv’d that Governor from the violent, but perhaps too just Resentments of the Miquelets; and, as I said before, convey’d him by Sea to Alicant.  And, indeed, I could little doubt the Effect, or be any thing surpriz’d at the Easiness of the Task, when I saw, that wherever he appear’d the popular Fury was in a Moment allay’d, and that every Dictate of that General was assented to with the utmost Chearfulness and Deference. Valasco, before his Embarkment, had given Orders, in Gratitude to his Preserver, for all the Gates to be deliver’d up, tho’ short of the stipulated Term; and they were accordingly so delivered, and our Troops took Possession so soon as ever that Governor was aboard the Ship that was to convey him to Alicant.

During the Siege of Barcelona, Brigadier Stanhope order’d a Tent to be pitch’d as near the Trenches as possibly could be with Safety; where he not only entertain’d the chief Officers who were upon Duty, but likewise the Catalonian Gentlemen who brought Miquelets to our Assistance.  I remember I saw an old Cavalier, having his only Son with him, who appear’d a fine young Gentleman, about twenty Years of Age, go into the Tent, in order to dine with the Brigadier.  But whilst they were at Dinner, an unfortunate Shot came from the Bastion of St. Antonio, and intirely struck off the Head of the Son.  The father immediately rose up, first looking down upon his headless Child, and then lifting up his Eyes to Heaven, whilst the Tears ran down his Cheeks, he cross’d himself, and only said, Fiat voluntas tua, and bore it with a wonderful Patience.  ’Twas a sad Spectacle, and truly it affects me now whilst I am writing.