When that had play’d its Part, another Pageant, drawn as before, made a like full Stop before the same Balcony.  On this was plac’d a very large Cage, or Aviary, the Cover of which, by Springs contriv’d for that Purpose, immediately flew open, and out of it a surprizing Flight of Birds of various Colours.  These, all amaz’d at their sudden Liberty, which I took to be the Emblem intended, hover’d a considerable space of time over and about their Place of Freedom, chirping, singing, and otherwise testifying their mighty Joy for their so unexpected Enlargement.

There were many other Pageants; but having little in them very remarkable, I have forgot the Particulars.  Nevertheless, every one of them was dismiss’d with the like Acclamations of Viva, Viva; the Whole concluding with Bonfires and Illuminations common on all such Occasions.

I cannot here omit one very remarkable Instance of the Catholick Zeal of that Prince, which I was soon after an Eye-witness of.  I was at that time in the Fruit-Market, when the King passing by in his Coach, the Host (whether by Accident or Contrivance I cannot say) was brought, at that very Juncture, out of the great Church, in order, as I after understood, to a poor sick Woman’s receiving the Sacrament.  On Sight of the Host the King came out of his Coach, kneel’d down in the Street, which at that time prov’d to be very dirty, till the Host pass’d by; then rose up, and taking the lighted Flambeau from him who bore it, he follow’d the Priest up a streight nasty Alley, and there up a dark ordinary Pair of Stairs, where the poor sick Woman lay.  There he stay’d till the whole Ceremony was over, when, returning to the Door of the Church, he very faithfully restor’d the lighted Flambeau to the Fellow he had taken it from, the People all the while crying out Viva, Viva; an Acclamation, we may imagine, intended to his Zeal, as well as his Person.

Another remarkable Accident, of a much more moral Nature, I must, injustice to the Temperance of that, in this truly inimitable People, recite.  I was one Day walking in one of the most populous Streets of that City, where I found an uncommon Concourse of People, of all Sorts, got together; and imagining so great a Croud could not be assembled on a small Occasion, I prest in among the rest; and after a good deal of Struggling and Difficulty, reach’d into the Ring and Centre of that mix’d Multitude.  But how did I blush? with what Confusion did I appear? when I found one of my own Countrymen, a drunken Granadier, the attractive Loadstone of all that high and low Mob, and the Butt of all their Merriment?  It will be easily imagin’d to be a Thing not a little surprizing to one of our Country, to find that a drunken Man should be such a wonderful Sight; However, the witty Sarcasms that were then by high and low thrown upon that senseless Creature, and as I interpreted Matters, me in him, were so pungent, that if I did not curse my Curiosity, I thought it best to withdraw my self as fast as Legs could carry me away.