He went on, and told me, the _Spaniard_ immediately took Sanctuary in the Church, whence some Time after he made his Escape. But Escapes of that Nature are so common in _Spain_, that they are not worth wondering at. For even though it were for wilful and premeditated Murder, if the Murderer have taken Sanctuary, it was never known, that he was delivered up to Justice, though demanded; but in some Disguise he makes his Escape, or some Way is secured against all the Clamours of Power or Equity. I have observed, that some of the greatest Quality stop their Coaches over a stinking nasty Puddle, which they often find in the Streets, and holding their Heads over the Door, snuff up the nasty Scent which ascends, believing that 'tis extream healthful; when I was forced to hold my Nose, passing by. 'Tis not convenient to walk out early in the Morning, they having no necessary Houses, throw out their Nastiness in the Middle of the Street. After I had taken Leave of Father _Fahy_, and return'd my Thanks for all Civilities, I went to pay a Visit to Mr. _Salter_, who was Secretary to General _Stanhope_, when the _English_ Forces were made Prisoners of War at _Breuhiga_; going up Stairs, I found the Door of his Lodgings a-jar; and knocking, a Person came to the Door, who appeared under some Surprize at Sight of me. I did not know him, but inquiring if Mr. _Salter_ was within; He answered, as I fancy'd, with some Hesitation, that he was but was busy in an inner Room. However, though unask'd, I went in, resolving, since I had found him at home, to wait his Leisure. In a little Time Mr. _Salter_ enter'd the Room; and after customary Ceremonies, asking my Patience a little longer, he desired I would sit down and bear Ensign _Fanshaw_ Company (for so he call'd him) adding at going out, he had a little Business that required Dispatch; which being over, he would return, and join Company. The Ensign, as he call'd him, appear'd to me under a _Dishabileé_; and the first Question he ask'd me, was, if I would drink a Glass of _English_ Beer? Misled by his Appearance, though I assented, it was with a Design to treat; which he would be no Means permit; but calling to a Servant, ordered some in. We sat drinking that Liquor, which to me was a greater Rarity than all the Wine in _Spain_; when in dropt an old Acquaintance of mine, Mr. _Le Noy_, Secretary to Colonel _Nevil_. He sat down with us, and before the Glass could go twice round, told Ensign _Fanshaw_, That his Colonel gave his humble Service to him, and ordered him to let him know, that he had but threescore Pistoles by him, which he had sent, and which were at his Service, as what he pleas'd more should be, as soon as it came to his Hands.