The Surprising Adventures of Bampfylde Moore Carew, King of the Beggars: Containing his Life, a Dictionary of the Cant Language, and many Entertaining Particulars of that Extraordinary ManUnknown
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The Surprising Adventures of Bampfylde Moore Carew, King of the Beggars: Containing his Life, a Dictionary of the Cant Language, and many Entertaining Particulars of that Extraordinary Man
According to the plan, there is in each quarter of the city a square of
eight acres, intended for the same uses as were Moorfields in
London—walks and exercises for the citizens. The great dock is formed by
an inlet of the river Delaware, at the south corner of the front of the
wharfs, and has a bridge over it at the entrance: several creeks run into
the city out of the two rivers; and there is no city in Holland that is
so naturally accommodated with fine and commodious canals, as this might
very easily be. The quay is beautiful, about two hundred feet square, to
which a ship of five hundred tons may lay her broadside; and, as these
surprising advantages have already rendered it one of the best trading
towns in the British empire out of Europe, so in all probability it will
continue to increase in commerce, riches, and buildings, till for number
and magnificence it will have no equal in America; where the French have
not, nor are likely to have, any thing like it. Here are almost all
sorts of trades and mechanics, as well as merchants and planters. Here
the assemblies and courts of judicature are held, and the business of the
province is chiefly managed, as in all capitals. Here are
printing-houses, and several newspapers published. In a word, here are
all things necessary for an Englishman’s profit and pleasure.
Mr. Carew, walking through the High-street, had a mind to refresh himself
with a nip of punch; the first public house he chanced to come to was
kept by an Irishman, and asking him if he sold punch, Yes, my dear honey,
replied the man. Arrah, says Mr. Carew, are you my countryman, dear joy?
quite in the Irish brogue. Yes, replied the man: What, do you belong to
one of our vessels?—No, but I belong to Captain Dubois, of Dublin, who
was taken off the Capes, and carried into the Havannah.—Arrah, dear joy,
I know Captain Dubois very well, replied the Irishman, come in.
Accordingly in went Mr. Carew: the Irishman was so well pleased with his
countryman, (for, giving a very particular account of many places in
Ireland, and counterfeiting the brogue extremely well, he did not suspect
him to be any other,) that he entertained him kindly, and they passed the
day merrily together.
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