The Earl of Peterborow, though highly exasperated at the Proceedings of his Officers, in compassion to the unhappy Fair, resolv’d to interpose by all the moderate Means possible.  He knew very well, that no one Thing could so much prejudice the Spaniard against him, as the countenancing such an Action; wherefore he inveigh’d against the Officers, at the same time that he endeavour’d to mitigate in favour of the Ladies:  But all was in vain; it was urg’d against those charitable Intercessions, that they had broke their Vows; and in that had broke in upon the Laws of the Nunnery and Religion; the Consequence of all which could be nothing less than the Punishment appointed to be inflicted.  And which was the hardest of all, the nearest of their Relations most oppos’d all his generous Mediations; and those, who according to the common Course of Nature should have thank’d him for his Endeavours to be instrumental in rescuing them from the impending Danger, grew more and more enrag’d, because he oppos’d them in their Design of a cruel Revenge.

Notwithstanding all which the Earl persever’d; and after a deal of Labour, first got the Penalty suspended; and, soon after, by the Dint of a very considerable Sum of Money (a most powerful Argument, which prevails in every Country) sav’d the poor Nuns from immuring; and at last, though with great Reluctance, he got them receiv’d again into the Nunnery.  As to the Warlike Lovers, one of them was the Year after slain at the Battle of Almanza; the other is yet living, being a Brigadier in the Army.

While the Earl of Peterborow was here with his little Army of great Hereticks, neither Priests nor People were so open in their superstitious Fopperies, as I at other times found them.  For which Reason I will make bold, and by an Antichronism in this Place, a little anticipate some Observations that I made some time after the Earl left it.  And as I have not often committed such a Transgression, I hope it may be the more excusable now, and no way blemish my Memoirs, that I break in upon the Series of my Journal.

VALENCIA is a handsome City, and a Bishoprick; and is considerable not only for the Pleasantness of its Situation and beautiful Ladies; but (which at some certain Times, and on some Occasions, to them is more valuable than both those put together) for being the Birth-place of Saint Vincent, the Patron of the Place; and next for its being the Place where Santo Domingo, the first Institutor of the Dominican Order had his Education.  Here, in honour of the last, is a spacious and very splendid Convent of the Dominicans.  Walking by which, I one Day observ’d over the Gate, a Figure of a man in stone; and near it a Dog with a lighted Torch in his Mouth.  The Image I rightly enough took to intend that of the Saint; but inquiring of one of the Order, at the Gate, the Meaning of the Figures near it, he very courteously ask’d me to walk in, and then entertain’d me with the following Relation: