You
are a stranger here. Can I do aught for you? You may command me.
Myself. - I thank you heartily, but I am in need of no assistance.
Stranger. - Have you any bills, I will accept them if you have?
Myself. - I have no need of assistance; but you may do me a favour
by accepting of a book.
Stranger. - I will receive it with thanks. I know what it is. What
a singular people? The same dress, the same look, the same book.
Pelham gave me one in Egypt. Farewell! Your Jesus was a good man,
perhaps a prophet; but . . . farewell!
Well may the people of Pontevedra envy the natives of Vigo their
bay, with which, in many respects, none other in the world can
compare. On every side it is defended by steep and sublime hills,
save on the part of the west, where is the outlet to the Atlantic;
but in the midst of this outlet, up towers a huge rocky wall, or
island, which breaks the swell, and prevents the billows of the
western sea from pouring through in full violence.
