BARCELONA.

You will, as I am, be tired of hearing so much about Messrs. Wombwell,

Curtoys, Adams, and Co.--but as there are some other persons here, which

my last letter must have put you in some pain about, I must renew the

subject. I had, you know, some letters of recommendation to the _Marquis

of Grimaldi_, which I had reserved to deliver into his Excellency's

hands at _Madrid_; but which I found necessary to send away by the post,

and to request the honour of his Excellency to write to some Spaniard of

fashion here, to shew me countenance, and to clear up my suspected

character. I accordingly wrote to the _Marquis_, and sent him my letters

of recommendation, but sixteen days was the soonest I could expect an

answer. I therefore, in the mean time, wrote myself to the _Intendant_

of _Barcelona_, a man of sense, and high birth; I told him my name, and

that I had letters in my pocket from a Spanish Gentleman of fashion,

whom he knew, which would convince him who I was, and desired leave to

wait upon him. The Intendant fixed six o'clock the same evening. I was

received, and conducted into his apartment, for he was ill, by one of

his daughters; the only woman I had seen in Barcelona that had either

beauty or breeding;--this young Lady had both in a high degree. After

shewing my letters, and having conversed a little with the Intendant, a

Lady with a red face, and a nose as big as a brandy bottle, accosted me

in English: "Behold, Sir, (said she) your countrywoman." This was Madam

O'Reilly, wife to the Governor of _Monjuique_ Castle, and brother to the

Gentleman of that name, so well known, and so amply provided for, by the

late and present King of Spain. She was very civil, and seemed

sensible. Her husband, the Governor, soon after came in, and the whole

family smiled upon me. I then began to think I should escape both goal

and inquisition. Mrs. O'Reilly visited my family. Mr. O'Reilly borrowed

a house for me, and a charming one too; I say borrowed it, for no

Spaniard letts his house; I was only to make him some _recompense for

his politeness and generosity_. The Intendant even sent Gov. O'Reilly to

know why Mr. Curtoys had not presented me, on the court-day, to the

Captain-General. Mr. Consul Curtoys was obliged to give his reasons in

person; had they been true, they were good: the Intendant accepted them,

and said he would present me himself. Things seemed now to take a

favourable turn: Mr. Curtoys visited me on his way back from the

Intendant's; assured me he had told him that I was a man of character,

and an honest man; and that though he could not _see me_ as _Consul

Curtoys_, he should be glad to see me as _Merchant Curtoys_. On the

other hand, the _Marquis of Grimaldi_, with the politeness of a

minister, and the feelings of humanity, wrote me a very flattering

letter indeed, and sent it by a special _courier_, who came in four days

from _Madrid_. Now, thought I, a fig for your Wombwells, Curtoys, &c.

The first minister's favour, and the _shining countenance_ of Madam

O'Reilly, must carry me through every thing. But alas! it was quite

otherwise;--the _courier_ who brought my letter had directions to

deliver it into my own hands; but either by _his blunder_, or _Madam

O'Reilly's_, I did not get it till _nine hours_ after it arrived, and

then _from the hands_ of _Madam O'Reilly's_ servant. The contents of

this letter were soon known: the favour of the minister at _Madrid_ did

not shine upon me at the _Court of Barcelona_! I visited Madam O'Reilly,

who looked at me,--if I may use such a coarse expression,--"like God's

revenge against murder." I could not divine what I had done, or what

omitted to do. I could get no admittance at the Intendant's, neither. I

proposed going to _Montserrat_, and asked my _fair_ countrywoman for a

letter to one of the monks; but--_she knew nobody there, not she_:--Why

then, madam, said I, perhaps I had better go back to France:--Oh! but,

says she, perhaps the _Marquis of Grimaldi_ will not let you; adding,

that the laws of France and Spain were very different.--But, pray,

madam, said I, what have the laws of either kingdom to do with me, while

I violate none of them? I am a citizen of the world, and consequently

free in every country.--Now, Sir, to decypher all this, which I did by

the help of some _characters_ an honest Spaniard gave me:--Why, says he,

they say you are a _great Captain_; that you have had an attention shewn

you by the _Marquis of Grimaldi_, which none of the O'Reilly's ever

obtained; and they are afraid that you are come here to take the eldest

brother's post from him, and that you are to command the troops upon the

second expedition to _Algiers_; for every body is much dissatisfied

with his conduct on the first; adding, that the Spaniards do not love

him.--I told him, that might arise from his being a stranger; but I had

been well assured, and I firmly believed it, that he is a gallant, an

able, and a good officer; but, said I, that cannot be the reason of so

much shyness in the _Intendant_, even if it does raise any uneasiness in

the O'Reilly's family:--Yes, said he, it does; for the Captain-General

O'Reilly is married lately to one of the Intendant's daughters. So you

see here was another mine sprung under me; and I determined to set out

in a day or two for _Montserrat_. I had but one card more to play, and

that was to carry the open letter I had to the French Consul, and which,

I forgot to tell you, I had shewn to the acute, discerning, and

sagacious merchant Wombwell. It was written by _Madame de Maigny_, the

Lady of the _Chevalier de Maigny_, of the regiment _d'Artois_, one of

the Gentlemen with whom I had eat that voluptuous supper in company at

_Pont St. Esprit_; but, as Mr. Wombwell shrewdly observed, my name was

not even mentioned in that letter, it was the _bearer only_ who was

recommended; and how could that Lady, any more than Mr. Wombwell, tell,

but that I had murdered the first bearer, and robbed him of his

recommendatory letter, and dressed myself in his scarlet and gold-laced

coat, to practise the same wicked arts upon their lives and fortunes?

Now, you will naturally wish to know how Sir Thomas Gascoyne, my

_vis-a-vis_ neighbour in the same _Hotel_, conducted himself. I had,

before all this fuss, eat, drank, and conversed with him: he is a

sensible, genteel, well-bred man; and there was with him Mr. Swinburne,

who was equally agreeable: no wonder, therefore, if I endeavoured to

cultivate an acquaintance with two such men, so much superior, in all

respects, to what the town afforded. Sir Thomas, however, became rather

reserved; perhaps not more so than good policy made necessary for a man

who was only just entering upon a grand tour through the whole kingdom,

from Barcelona to Cadiz, Madrid, &c. &c. I perceived this shyness, but

did not resent it, because I could not censure it. He had no suspicion

of me at first; and if he had afterwards, I could not tell what

circumstances might have been urged against me; and I considered, that

if a man of his fortune and figure could have been suspected, there was

much reason for him to join with others in suspecting me.

The Moor, it seems, who had put off the counterfeit bank notes, had been

advertised in all the foreign papers; his person was particularly

described; and as application had been made to the Courts of France and

Spain, to stop the career of such a villain, the Governor of _Barcelona_

had, upon Sir Thomas Gascoyne's first arrival, stopped him, and sent

for the Consul, verily believing he had got the offender. The Moor was

described as a short, plump, black man; and as Sir Thomas has black

eyes, and is rather _en bon point_, the plain, honest Governor had not

discernment enough to see that ease and good breeding in Sir Thomas,

which no Moor, however well he may imitate Bank notes, can counterfeit.

But as Sir Thomas had letters of credit upon Mr. Curtoys, which

ascertained his person and rank, this adventure became a laughable one

to him. It is, indeed, from his mouth I relate it, though, perhaps, not

with all the circumstances he told me.--Now, had my person tallied as

well as Sir Thomas's did with that of the itinerant Moor, I should

certainly have been in one of the round towers, which stick pretty thick

in the walls of the fortification of this town.

You will tremble--I assure you, I do--when I think of another escape I

had; and I will tell you how:--The day after I left _Cette_, I came to

a spot where the roads divide; here I asked two men, which was mine to

_Narbonne_? one of them answered me in English; he was a shabby, but

genteel-looking young man, said he came from _Italy_, and was going to

_Barcelona_; that he had been defrauded of his money at _Venice_ by a

parcel of sharpers, and was going to _Spain_ to get a passage to

Holland, of which country he was a native; he was then in treaty, he

said, with the other man to sell him a pair of breeches, to furnish him

with money to carry him on; and as I had no servant at that time, he

earnestly intreated me to take him into my service: I would not do that,

you may be sure; but lest he might be an unfortunate man, like myself, I

told him, if he could contrive to lie at the inns I did, I would pay for

his bed and supper. He accepted an offer, I soon became very sorry I had

made; and when we arrived at _Perpignan_, I gave him a little money to

proceed, but absolutely forbad him either to walk near my chaise, or to

sleep at the same inns I did; for as I knew him not, he should not enter

into another kingdom as one in my _suite_; and I saw no more of him till

some days after my arrival at Barcelona, where he accosted me in a

better habit, and shewed me some real, or counterfeit gold he had got,

he said, of a friend who knew his father at Amsterdam. He was a bold,

daring fellow; and it was with some difficulty I could prevail upon him

not to walk _cheek by jole_ with me along the ramparts.

Soon after this I was informed, that a fine-dressed, little black-eyed

man was arrived in a bark from Italy. This man proved to be, as Mr.

Curtoys informed me, the very Moor whom Sir Thomas Gascoyne was

suspected to be: he was apprehended, and committed to one of the round

towers. But what will you say, or what would have been my lot, had I

taken the other man into my service?--for the minute _my white man_, for

he was a _whitish_ Moor, saw the black one arrive, he decamped; they

were afraid of each other, and both wanted to escape; my man went off on

foot; the black man was apprehended, while he was in treaty with the

master of the same bark he came in, to carry him to some other sea-port.

Now had I come in with such a servant, and with my suspected Bank notes,

without letters of credit, or recommendation; had the Moor arrived, who

is the real culprit, and who had been connected with my man, what would

have become of his master, your unfortunate humble servant?--I doubt the

_abilities_ of his Britannic Majesty's Consul would not have been able

to have divided our degrees of _guilt_ properly; and that I should have

experienced but little charity on my straw bed, from the humanity of Mr.

Wombwell. However, I had still one card more to play to reinforce my

purse; it was one, I thought could not fail, and the money was nearer

home:--I had lent, while I was at Calais, thirty guineas to a French

officer, for no other reason but because he wanted it: I knew the man;

and as he promised to pay me in three months, and as that time was

expired, I applied to Mr. Harris, a Scotch merchant, at his house at

Barcelona, on whom the London Bankers of the same name give letters of

credit to travellers. I begged the favour of him to send the note to his

correspondents at Paris, and to procure the money for me, and when it

was paid, that he would give it to me at Barcelona; but Mr. Harris too,

begged to be excused: he started some difficulties, but at length did

give me a receipt for the note, and promised, reluctantly enough, to

send it. I began now to think that I should starve indeed. Every article

of life is high in Spain, and my purse was low. I therefore wrote to Mr.

Curtoys, to know if he had any tidings of the Bank bills; for I had

immediately wrote to Messrs. Hoare, to beg the favour of them to send

Mr. Curtoys the numbers of those which I received at their house; and

they very politely informed me, they had so done. Mr. Consul Curtoys

favoured me with the following answer:

"Mr. Curtoys presents his compliments to Mr. Thicknesse; no ways doubts

the Bank bills _to be good_, from London this post under the 24th past,

they _accuse_ receipt thereof, &c. _Barcelona_, 12th of December, 1775."

As Mr. Curtoys's correspondent had _accused receipt thereof_, I thought

I might too, and accordingly I went and desired my money. The cashier

was sick, they said, and I was desired to call again the next morning,

_when he would be much better_;--I did so, and received my money; and

shall set off immediately for _Montserrat_, singing, and saying what I

do not exactly agree to; but, being at Rome, I would do as they do

there: I therefore taught my children to repeat the following Spanish

proverb:

"Barcelonaes Buéno,

Si la Bolsa fuéno;

Suéno ô no fuéno;

Barcelonaes Buéno."

I will not translate what, I am sure, you will understand the sense of

much better than you will think I experienced the truth. I hope,

however, to have done with my misfortunes; for I am going to visit a

spot inhabited by virtuous and retired men; a place, according to all

reports, cut out by nature for such who are able to sequester themselves

from all worldly concerns; and from such strangers as they are I am sure

I shall meet with more charity for they deal in nothing else than I met

with humanity or politeness at Barcelona.

_P.S._ I should have told you, that before Sir Thomas Gascoyne left this

town, he sent a polite message, to desire to take leave of me and my

family: I therefore waited upon him; and as he proposed visiting

Gibraltar, I troubled him with a letter to my son, then on that duty;

and was sorry soon after to find that my son had left the garrison

before Sir Thomas could arrive at it. If you ask me how Sir Thomas

Gascoyne ventured to make so great a tour through a country so aukwardly

circumstanced for travellers in general, and strangers in particular, I

can only say, that when I saw him he had but just began his long

journey, and that he had every advantage which _religion_ and fortune

could give him. I had none: he travelled with two coaches, two sets of

horses, two saddle mules, and was protected by a train of servants. I

had religion, (but it was a bad one in that country) and only one

footman, who strictly maintained his character, for he always walked.

Indeed, it is the fashion of all Spanish gentlemen to be followed by

their servant on foot. I therefore travelled like a Spaniard; Sir

Thomas like an Englishman. The whole city of _Barcelona_ was in an

uproar the morning Sir Thomas's two coaches set off; and I heard, with

concern, that they both broke down before they got half way to

_Valencia_; but, with pleasure, by a polite letter soon after from Mr.

Swinburne, that they got so far in perfect health.

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