They are taken sometimes by the Hawk, sometimes by the Shot; for they are too swift for a Grey-hound. Partridges in _Sus_ commonly roost on Trees; there are so many Foxes which would otherwise destroy them. And here I should make mention of another Dish: The _Moors_ will eat Fox, if it be Fat, either stewed or roasted, but they do not care for it lean, which has occasioned a Proverb among them on that Account, to wit, _Hellel deeb, harom deeb_; alluding to the Scruple might be made of its lawfulness. Those Words signifie, a Fox is lawful, and a Fox is unlawful; _i. e._ Fat, Lawful; Lean, Unlawful. [Illustration] [Sidenote: Lat. 30, or thereabouts.] Fruits and Sweat-Meats they have of many kinds, as of three or four sorts of Pumpkins, Macaroons, Almonds prepared many ways, Raisins, Dates, Figs dry and green, excellent Melons of two or three sorts, and Water-Melons, Pomegranates of several kinds, Apples, Pears, Apricocks, Peaches, Mulberries white and black, Plumbs, and Damascens, Cherries,[21]Grapes of many kinds, and very good, and if they would assist Nature, they might have every thing in Perfection. * * * * * Their Salating is Lettuce, Endive, Carduus, Parsley, Apium, and other sweet Herbs, Onions, Cucumbers of several kinds, some about a Yard in length, and two or three Inches thick, and hairy, (this is esteemed the wholesomest) Radishes, _Fumatas_, or Apples of Love, all which they will cut, and put Oil, Vinegar, and Salt, with some red Pepper: This Salate they eat with Bread. They have a Fruit called _Baraneen_, in _Spain_, _Baragenas_; these they stew with their Victuals, and sometimes cut them in thin slices, and fry them; it makes a pretty Dish. When the _Moors_ have feasted, every one washes his Hands and Mouth, thanks God, and blesses the Hosts and Entertainers from whom they had it; they talk a little, or tell some Story, and then lie down to rest, where I shall leave them at present, and do beg your Pardon for so tiresome and frivolous a Discourse. FOOTNOTES: [20] _Alcoran._ [21] Grapes in _Messina_ I have known as big as a Pigeon's Egg; but they do not make Wine. _A Letter from Mr. _John Monro_ to the Publisher, concerning the Catacombs of _Rome_ and _Naples_._ _SIR,_