"We sailed on the 30th of _August_, on our cruize, but had very bad luck, and I returned home in _April_, 1758. As soon as I came to _London_, I went to my master, Mr. _Archer_, who keeps the sign of the _White Bear_, the corner of _Barbican_ in _Aldersgate Street_; there I sent for my father and mother, and we spent the evening together very agreeably, much rejoiced at our meeting again. I enquired of my mistress where I could find _Sarah Carridine_? She referred me to Mr. _John Jones_ the founder, who she said could inform me. _Jones_ took me over the water to an alehouse at the bridge foot, where I saw her. I used in the evenings to go and sup with her, at her mother's, after my day's work; and Mr. _Jones_, lodging in the same house with me, frequently went with me. _Jones_ and I had been old acquaintance for some years; he pretended great friendship for me and _Sarah Carridine_, and offered to be father to her and give her away. This was very agreeable to me, and I fixed upon _St. James's_ day for our marriage. I informed my friends of my intention, but I could not obtain their consent. I asked my master to lend me a guinea to defray the wedding charges; but being refused, _Jones_ advised me not to be beholden to any of them, but to raise some money upon my watch: I therefore put it in his hands, and he pawned it for me. This will serve to shew how officious he was in this transaction. "We lived for some time after our marriage in ready-furnished lodgings, until my wife's mother persuaded us to come and lodge with her; she lived in _Catharine-Wheel Alley, Whitechapel_. This we did until I procured some goods of my own. While we lived there, she used to be frequently abroad when I came home from my work. I cannot but take notice in this place, that, however wrong it may be esteemed by others, and however disagreeable to me, to speak ill of the dead; yet the peculiarity of my situation will, I hope, excuse the obligation I am under of declaring the truth, this being now the discharge of a duty I owe to myself. Whenever I asked her mother where she was gone? she would tell me she was gone to see some young women in _Spital Fields_. When she came home she was often in liquor, and I would then say, '_Sally_, what makes you drink so much?' her mother would reply, 'Lord, a little matter gets in her head, for she is a poor drinker.' I then resolved to take a little shop to employ her: I did so, and put her in a little shop in the _Minories_, to sell pork, greens, and other articles; and she might have done very well there if she had minded her business, and not have gone to see the young women so often as she pretended. At last however I went to see where these young women lived, but they had not seen her a long time. As I was returning back, I saw my wife with Mr. _Jones_, going before me, whom I followed until I saw they turned into a public-house. On this I went back to her mother, and enquired whether