In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
And because their lordships saw that I was dull and heavy of heart,
they did send Father Theodorus to talk with me and comfort me, hoping
also that he would bring me to convert, through his kindness working
upon my weakness. And during some weeks his visits did indeed much
cheer me; but the end thereof was not such as my lords looked for,
though I can’t tell whether ’tis altogether to be charged to the good
father’s account. Now on the last day of his coming that I can
recollect at that time, I had but just lighted upon that in my cell
which awoke in me great curiosity, so that I pleased myself with
divers speculations concerning it. For while I lay upon my mat, scarce
able to move through weakness, and my eyes wandering over the bare
walls, there appeared to me on a stone close to the floor a certain
writing, that had never caught my sight before. It cost me infinite
pains to drag myself to that spot, and yet more to read the writing,
which I could not do but only at noonday. Then looking at it closely,
I saw that it was scratched with a nail or some such sorry tool, in
the Portuguese. But between my disease and my small knowledge of that
tongue, ’twas some time before I could understand it. Englished, it
ran thus, so far as I can recollect:--
“I, Emmanuel da Lesminha, a New Christian, was brought hither on the
13th day of May 1659, being accused as a relapsed Jew. On St James’s
day of this year, 1663, I shall be brought out, to the galleys or to
the flames, God alone knows which. God of my fathers, defend my
innocence!”
The former part of this inscription was drawn deeply, with much care
and pains, as if the unhappy man had laboured long upon it, but the
second piece was scratched as though in haste, and was barely to be
read. I wondered much concerning this prisoner, whether the galleys or
the fire had been his fate, and purposed in my own mind to engrave a
like record of myself, when my strength should allow and a convenient
tool offer. Then come in Father Theodorus with the _alcaide_, and I
asked of him the name of the person that had lain in this cell before
I had it. I was surprised to see that he observed me somewhat
curiously before answering.
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