Before I leave this Emblem of the beatific Vision, I must correct some thing like a Mistake, as to the poor _Borigo_. I said at the Beginning that his Labour was daily; but the _Sunday_ is to him a Day of rest, as it is to the Hermits, his Masters, a Day of Refection. For to save the poor faithful Brute the hard Drudgery of that Day, the thirteen Hermits, if Health permit, descend to their _Canobium_, as they call it; that is, to the Hall of the Convent; where they dine in common with the Monks of the Order, who are _Benedictines_. After seven Days Variety of such innocent Delight (the Space allow'd for the Entertainment of Strangers), I took my Leave of this pacifick Hermitage, to pursue the more boisterous Duties of my Calling. The Life of a Soldier is in every Respect the full _Antithesis_ to that of a Hermit; and I know not, whether it might not be a Sense of that, which inspir'd me with very great Reluctancy at parting. I confess, while on the Spot, I over and over bandy'd in my Mind the Reasons which might prevail upon _Charles_ the Fifth to relinquish his Crown; and the Arguments on his Side never fail'd of Energy, I could persuade my self that this, or some like happy Retreat, was the Reward of abdicated Empire. Full of these Contemplations (for they lasted there) I arriv'd at _Barcelona_; where I found a Vessel ready to sail, on which I embarked for _Denia_, in pursuance of my Orders. Sailing to the Mouth of the _Mediterranean_, no Place along the _Christian_ Shore affords a Prospect equally delightful with the Castle of _Denia_. It was never designed for a Place of great Strength, being built, and first design'd, as a Seat of Pleasure to the Great Duke of _Lerma_. In that Family it many Years remain'd; tho', within less than a Century, that with two other Dukedoms, have devolv'd upon the Family of the Duke _de Medina Celi_, the richest Subject at this time in all _Spain_. _DENIA_ was the first Town, that in our Way to _Barcelona_, declar'd for King _Charles_; and was then by his Order made a Garrison. The Town is but small, and surrounded with a thin Wall; so thin, that I have known a Cannon-Ball pierce through it at once. When I arriv'd at _Denia_, I found a _Spaniard_ Governor of the Town, whose Name has slipt my Memory; tho' his Behaviour merited everlasting Annals. Major _Percival_, an _Englishman_, commanded in the Castle, and on my coming there, I understood, it had been agreed between 'em, that in case of a Siege, which they apprehended, the Town should be defended wholly by _Spaniards_, and the Castle by the _English_.