Our Captain had thus far proceeded in recounting the memorable passages of his life, as we were making ready to cast Anchor, we being at that time not above a league from _Naples_ overjoy’d at the succesfulness of this our petty Voyage, we made ourselves all ready to go ashore; landing, our greatest care was to get convenient Lodgings, with some difficulty we obtain’d them, and having settled our selves in them, immediately got our Bills of Exchange accepted, till they came due we fitted our selves with all things both necessary and pleasurable, yet for some important Reasons for a while we laid an imbargo on our accustomed profest Extravagancies, keeping a strict rein on our head-strong wills and desires, but having received our Money we no longer dallied with our delights, but gave them leave to court us in what pleasant shapes they judged most convenient for our satisfaction. Every day produced its new divertisement, every hour each of us studied how we might appear Rivals to the most Epicurean critical pallated Poleanate of the Universe, for since we were sailing in the Ocean of _Senseless Security_ under a stiff gale of _Plenty_, we shaped our course for the _Port of Sensuality_. The time being expired we had our Money paid us to a Doit, with as much respect as if we had been the greatest Merchants in _Europe_, desiring our further acquaintance and correspondence, which we promised not so much to traffick with them as to play some tricks upon them. As our Lodgings were large and sumptuous sparing no cost for their furniture, so were our habits very rich (_modo Neapolitano_) wearing about us as many precious stones dayly as would have been a good return for a young Merchant after a three years sweating expectation: the gloriousness of our outward appearances made us no less a wonder to the _Neapolitan_ Inhabitants than we were to our selves, for we now began to admire one another having totally forgotten what once we were. Mr. _Goose-quill_ the Scrivener strutted the Streets strangely whose garb and gait flourisht like the _Capital T_ of _This Indenture_, the state of his present _Condition_ made him receive many an _Obligation_, which he always generously _cancel’d_ and continually _obliged_ others on _valuable considerations_. The Drugster notwithstanding all his striving, to seem otherwise, yet still showed himself to be a Chip of the old Block, a rasp of Log-wood, and scented strongly of his old occupation. His habit prompted him to personate the _Spaniard_; which he did so scurvily that never did _thing_ appear more prepostorous, had you seen him walk you would have sworn all his Members were in an uprore or about to revolt from their Principal; for his Whiskers _tilted_ his eyes, and they again being inraged to be confined within such narrow limits by their staring seemed to strive to come out that they might check the insolency of that audacious beard; and as for his arms and