After a sweet and most profound repose, such as I have not
experienced from the time I had left my father’s house first, I
awoke, and knowing that nature after a great sea sickness, for I was
sick the whole voyage, found an inclination to an egg or two, so
went down and ordered the landlord to get me some for breakfast,
who told me that he had none but turkey eggs, and those he was sure
I would not eat; I asked him why? for I should like them to choose,
if they were new-laid; he said they were laid that morning, but
that it was monstrous to eat them in Leghorn, as they were devoted
to another use.—What to be set, and hatched said I—ay to be sure,
he replied, staring at me, as if I was a fool or a madman, why,
continued he, they are devoted to our clergy: Sir, an English sailor
like you, once called for eggs, and I had none but turkeyeggs, as
is the present case, but he would have them, yes, da—n his eyes,
and he had them, but Sir, as he was breaking the shell, out popt a
little young cardinal, with a red hat, who thus accosted him.—Why
you English son of a bitch, how dare you break my house over my
head, though my mother was but an oyster, I’d have you to know that
my father was a cardinal; he swore heartily to the truth of it, and
finding him a facetious lyar, laughed as heartily as he swore, but
nevertheless eat three of the cardinal’s mothers with a great deal
of satisfaction; I then took a walk to see the city, in high-dress,
and as I was walking through one of the streets, saw a great crowd
of people going into a tavern, whom I also accompanied. The landlord
seemed to be a man about fifty years of age, of a florid healthy
countenance, plump and sleek; who thus accosted, Gentlemen, I am
perhaps the greatest curiosity in Europe, how old do you take me
to be? all agreed not above fifty, I shall, gentlemen, on the 19th
of next month, be in the hundred and fifteenth year of my age, and
never drank any thing but water in my life, nor ever knew any woman
but my wife, never was bled, never took physic, never knew one sick
minute, I thank Providence; now gentlemen follow me, and I’ll shew
you a greater prodigy than myself. We followed, and the first thing
that presented itself to our sight, was a cradle, in which lay an
old man, who seemed to have lived in the days of good queen Bess, so
wrinkled, so emaciated was his face; his beard extended to his navel,
his eyes sunk in his head, and I could compare the skin to nothing
but shrivell’d parchment, well, said the landlord, in that cradle
lies my youngest son, he is not 72 till the 14th of March, hardships
in war, and travel by sea and land, together with a most dissolute
life spent with women, and in drunkenness, have brought him to this
untimely old age; he has been a fool these twenty years, which saved
his life to this time, because it disabled him from pursuing his
former courses, a sad example of immorality and lewdness, as I am
a standing monument of the contrary.
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