After having left his Reverence I repaired to my mother’s. “I have
lost,” said I, “the purse you gave me, in which were your ring and
casket, together with eight pistoles and twenty crowns in gold of my
own. Happily, however, it has fallen into the hands of a Dominican
Father, who will advertise it in his church on Sunday. You must
therefore go there, and claim it as your property, as I do not wish to
appear before his Reverence for certain reasons which I will afterwards
explain.” After a little more instruction, the good woman did not fail
to repair on the day fixed to the Dominican’s Church, where she heard
the father publish the purse as he had promised, not forgetting to
bestow the greatest eulogiums on the honesty of the poor man who had
found it, and delivered it to him. My mother, who knew as well as I did
the contents of the purse, had but little difficulty in getting it
restored her, after leaving two pistoles with his Reverence as a reward
for the honesty of the person who found it.
My purse then was restored to me with the loss of two pistoles only.
Tuesday had no sooner arrived, than I waited upon the Dominican again,
who received me very kindly: “My son,” said he, “a good old woman who
has claimed the purse which you found, has left two pistoles with me in
charge for you.” I affected to be scrupulous of receiving this present,
as I had only done what was my duty, for which I did not deserve or
desire to be remunerated: but the good father told me that he thought I
well deserved it, and obliged me to accept of it; which, as you will
suppose, I no longer refused, purely in obedience to his commands.
He then informed me that he had some better news to communicate; which
was, that he had obtained for me the situation as steward in the family
of one of the principal ladies in Seville. “You cannot but be happy in
this family,” said he, “for the remainder of your days, if you perform
your duty conscientiously, for which I entertain so good an opinion of
you, that I have passed my word.” At words like these, so flattering to
such a rogue, I prostrated myself at his reverence’s feet, and embraced
his knees with transport. He assisted me to rise, and assured me of his
protection. Then charging me with a letter to the lady, who proved to be
the widow before mentioned, he told me that he had already prepared her
to receive me.
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