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             A trip to Jamaica with a true character of the people and island / by the author of Sot's paradise.
             Ward, Edward, 1667-1731.
          
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             [s.n.],
             London :
             1698.
          
           
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           A
           TRIP
           TO
           JAMAICA
           :
           With
           a
           True
           CHARACTER
           OF
           THE
           People
           and
           Island
           .
        
         
           By
           the
           Author
           of
           
             Sot's
             Paradise
          
           .
        
         
           The
           Third
           Edition
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           in
           the
           Year
           ,
           1698.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           READER
           .
        
         
           THE
           Condition
           of
           an
           Author
           is
           much
           like
           that
           of
           a
           Strumpet
           ,
           both
           exposing
           our
           Reputations
           to
           supply
           our
           Necessities
           ,
           till
           at
           last
           we
           contract
           such
           an
           ill
           habit
           ,
           thro'
           our
           Practices
           ,
           that
           we
           are
           equally
           troubl'd
           with
           an
           Iteh
           to
           be
           alwas
           Doing
           ;
           and
           if
           the
           reason
           be
           requir'd
           ,
           Why
           we
           betake
           our selves
           to
           so
           Scandalous
           a
           Profession
           as
           Whoring
           or
           Pamphleteering
           ,
           the
           same
           excvsive
           Answer
           will
           serve
           us
           both
           ,
           viz.
           That
           the
           unhappy
           circumstances
           of
           a
           Narrow
           Fortune
           ,
           hath
           forc'd
           us
           to
           do
           that
           for
           our
           Subsistance
           ,
           which
           we
           are
           much
           asham'd
           of
           .
        
         
           The
           chiefest
           and
           most
           commendable
           Tallent
           ,
           admir'd
           in
           either
           ,
           is
           the
           knack
           of
           Pleasing
           ;
           and
           He
           or
           She
           amongst
           us
           that
           happily
           arives
           to
           a
           Perfection
           in
           that
           sort
           of
           Witchcraft
           ,
           may
           in
           a
           little
           time
           (
           to
           their
           great
           Honour
           )
           enjoy
           the
           Pleasure
           of
           being
           Celebrated
           by
           all
           the
           Coxcombs
           in
           the
           Nation
           .
        
         
           The
           only
           difference
           between
           us
           is
           ,
           in
           this
           perticular
           ,
           where
           in
           the
           Jilt
           has
           the
           Advantage
           ,
           we
           do
           our
           Business
           First
           ,
           and
           stand
           to
           the
           Courtesie
           of
           our
           Benefactors
           to
           Reward
           us
           after
           ;
           whilst
           the
           other
           ,
           for
           her
           Security
           ,
           makes
           her
           Rider
           pay
           for
           his
           Journey
           ,
           before
           he
           mounts
           the
           Saddle
           .
        
         
         
           It
           is
           necessary
           I
           should
           say
           something
           in
           relation
           to
           the
           following
           Matter
           :
           I
           do
           not
           therein
           present
           you
           with
           a
           formal
           Journal
           of
           my
           Voyage
           ,
           or
           Geographical
           Description
           of
           the
           Island
           of
           Jamaica
           ,
           for
           that
           has
           been
           already
           done
           by
           Persons
           better
           Quallifi'd
           for
           such
           a
           Task
           .
           I
           only
           Entertain
           you
           with
           what
           I
           intend
           for
           your
           Diversion
           ,
           not
           Instruction
           ;
           Digested
           into
           such
           a
           Stile
           as
           might
           move
           your
           Laughter
           ,
           not
           merit
           your
           Esteem
           .
           I
           quistion
           not
           but
           the
           Jamaica
           Coffee-House
           will
           be
           much
           affronted
           at
           my
           Character
           of
           their
           
             Sweeting
             Chaos
          
           ,
           and
           if
           I
           was
           but
           as
           well
           assur'd
           of
           Pleasing
           every
           body
           else
           ,
           as
           I
           am
           of
           Displeasing
           those
           who
           have
           an
           Interest
           in
           that
           Country
           ,
           I
           should
           not
           question
           but
           the
           Printer
           would
           gain
           his
           End
           ,
           which
           are
           the
           wishes
           of
           the
           Author
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           A
           TRIP
           TO
           JAMAICA
           :
        
         
           IN
           the
           times
           of
           Adversity
           when
           Poverty
           was
           held
           no
           Shame
           and
           Piety
           no
           Virtue
           ;
           When
           Honesty
           in
           a
           Tradesman's
           Conscience
           ,
           and
           Money
           in
           his
           Counting-House
           were
           as
           scarce
           as
           Health
           in
           an
           Hospital
           ,
           or
           Charity
           in
           a
           Clergyman
           .
           The
           Sword
           being
           advanc'd
           ,
           and
           the
           Pen
           silenc'd
           ;
           Printers
           being
           too
           Poor
           to
           pay
           down
           Copy-Money
           ,
           and
           Authors
           too
           Poor
           to
           Trust
           'em
           :
           Fools
           getting
           more
           by
           hazarding
           their
           Carcasses
           ,
           than
           
             Ingenious
             Men
          
           by
           imploying
           their
           Wits
           ;
           which
           was
           well
           enough
           observ'd
           by
           a
           Gentleman
           ,
           in
           these
           following
           Lines
           .
        
         
           
             When
             Pens
             were
             valu'd
             less
             than
             Swords
             ,
          
           
             And
             Blows
             got
             Money
             more
             than
             Words
             ;
          
           
             When
             Am'rous
             Beaux
             ,
             and
             Campaign
             Bully
             ,
          
           
             Thriv'd
             by
             their
             Fighting
             and
             their
             Folly
             ;
          
           
             Whilst
             Men
             of
             Parts
             ,
             as
             Poar
             as
             Rats
             ,
          
           
             With
             
               Mourning
               Swords
            
             and
             
               Flapping
               Hats
            
             ,
          
           
             Appear
             by
             Night
             ,
             like
             Owles
             and
             Bats
             :
          
           
             With
             Hungry
             hast
             pursuing
             way
             ,
          
           
             To
             Sir
             
               John
               Lend
            
             ,
             or
             '
             Squire
             Pay.
          
           
             Till
             Wit
             in
             Rags
             ,
             and
             Fool
             in
             Feather
             ,
          
           
             Were
             joyn'd
             ,
             by
             Providence
             ,
             together
             .
          
           
           
             The
             one
             o'er
             Bottle
             breaks
             his
             Iest
             ,
          
           
             Like
             Country
             Parson
             at
             a
             Feast
             ;
          
           
             For
             which
             he
             's
             Treated
             and
             Exalted
             ,
          
           
             By
             his
             dear
             Friend
             ,
             Sir
             
               Looby
               Dolthead
            
             .
          
           
             Vnhappy
             Age
             ,
             which
             so
             in
             Vice
             surpasses
             ,
          
           
             That
             Men
             of
             Worth
             must
             Worship
             
               Golden
               Asses
            
             .
          
        
         
           I
           being
           influenc'd
           by
           my
           Stars
           ,
           with
           an
           unhappy
           propensity
           to
           the
           Conversation
           of
           those
           unlucky
           kind
           of
           Fortune-Hunters
           ,
           till
           at
           last
           ,
           tho'
           I
           had
           no
           more
           Wit
           to
           boast
           of
           than
           another
           Man
           ,
           yet
           I
           shar'd
           the
           Fate
           of
           those
           that
           had
           ;
           and
           to
           bear
           them
           Company
           ,
           stragled
           so
           far
           from
           the
           Paths
           of
           Profit
           and
           Preferment
           ,
           into
           a
           Wilderness
           of
           Pleasure
           and
           Enjoyment
           ,
           that
           I
           had
           like
           to
           have
           been
           stuck
           fast
           in
           a
           Thicket
           of
           Brambles
           ,
           before
           I
           knew
           were
           abouts
           I
           was
           ;
           to
           clear
           my self
           of
           which
           ,
           I
           bustled
           like
           a
           Fox
           in
           a
           Gin
           ,
           or
           a
           Hare
           in
           a
           Patridge-Net
           :
           But
           before
           I
           could
           free
           my self
           from
           this
           Entanglement
           ,
           I
           had
           so
           wounded
           my
           Feet
           ,
           and
           stuck
           so
           many
           Thorns
           in
           my
           Side
           ,
           that
           I
           halted
           homewards
           like
           a
           
             Gouty
             Puritan
          
           to
           an
           Election
           ,
           or
           a
           
             Lame
             Begger
          
           to
           a
           
             Misers
             Funeral
          
           .
        
         
           These
           little
           Afflictions
           mov'd
           me
           to
           reflect
           upon
           my
           Mis-pent
           Time
           ;
           and
           like
           a
           Thief
           in
           a
           Goal
           ,
           or
           a
           Whore
           in
           a
           Flux
           ,
           I
           Resolv'd
           for
           the
           future
           to
           Reform
           my
           Life
           ,
           change
           my
           Measures
           ,
           and
           push
           my self
           upon
           something
           that
           might
           recover
           those
           lost
           Moments
           ,
           I
           had
           hitherto
           converted
           to
           the
           use
           of
           others
           ,
           and
           not
           my self
           .
           I
           now
           began
           to
           peep
           into
           the
           Business
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           and
           chang'd
           the
           Company
           of
           those
           who
           had
           nothing
           to
           do
           but
           
             Spend
             Money
          
           ,
           for
           the
           Conversation
           of
           such
           whose
           practice
           was
           to
           
             Get
             it
          
           .
        
         
           But
           I
           ,
           thro'
           Inadvertency
           ,
           neglecting
           to
           consult
           Doctor
           Troter
           ,
           or
           some
           other
           Infallible
           Predicting
           Wisaker
           ,
           began
           my
           Reformation
           in
           an
           unfortunate
           Minute
           ,
           when
           Vserers
           were
           unbinding
           their
           
             Fetter'd
             Trunks
          
           ,
           and
           breaking
           up
           their
           
             Deified
             Bags
          
           and
           
             Consecrated
             Sums
          
           ,
           for
           the
           security
           of
           Religion
           ,
           and
           the
           further
           establishment
           of
           
             Liberty
             of
             Conscience
          
           ,
           without
           which
           [
           Liberty
           ]
           join'd
           ,
           Conscience
           to
           them
           would
           be
           of
           no
           use
           .
           Tradesmen
           grumbling
           at
           the
           
             Taxes
             ,
             Merchants
          
           at
           their
           Losses
           ,
           most
           Men
           complaining
           for
           want
           of
           Business
           ,
           and
           all
           Men
           in
           Business
           ,
           for
           want
           of
           Money
           :
           Every
           Man
           upon
           Change
           looking
           with
           as
           peevish
           a
           Countenance
           ,
           as
           if
           he
           had
           unluckily
           stumbled
           upon
           his
           
             Wife's
             Failings
          
           ,
           and
           unhappily
           become
           a
           witness
           to
           his
           own
           Cuckoldome
           .
           These
           I
           thought
           but
           slender
           Encouragments
           to
           a
           
             New
             Reformist
          
           ,
           who
           had
           forsaken
           Liberty
           for
           
             Restraint
             ,
             Ease
          
           for
           
             Trouble
             Laziness
          
           for
           
             Industry
             ,
             Wine
          
           for
           Coffee
           ,
           and
           the
           Pleasures
           of
           
             Witty
             Conversation
          
           ,
           for
           the
           Plagues
           of
           a
           
             Muddy-Brain'd
             Society
          
           ,
           who
           could
           talk
           of
           
           nothing
           but
           
             Prime
             Cost
          
           and
           Profit
           ,
           the
           
             Good
             Humour
          
           of
           their
           Wives
           ,
           the
           Wittiness
           of
           their
           Children
           ,
           and
           the
           Vnluckiness
           of
           their
           Prentices
           ;
           and
           knew
           no
           more
           how
           Handsomly
           to
           Spend
           their
           Money
           ,
           than
           Honestly
           to
           Get
           it
           .
        
         
           The
           Complaints
           of
           these
           Philodenarians
           ,
           the
           Declination
           of
           Trade
           ,
           and
           the
           Scarcity
           of
           Money
           ,
           gave
           me
           no
           more
           hopes
           of
           mending
           my
           Condition
           ,
           by
           pursuing
           my
           intended
           measures
           ,
           than
           a
           
             Good
             Husband
          
           has
           of
           mending
           a
           
             Bad
             Wife
          
           by
           winking
           at
           her
           Vices
           .
           I
           now
           found
           my self
           in
           great
           danger
           of
           a
           Relaps
           ,
           to
           prevent
           which
           ,
           after
           two
           or
           three
           Gallons
           of
           Derby-Ale
           had
           one
           day
           sent
           my
           
             Wits
             a
             Woollgathering
          
           ,
           and
           generated
           as
           many
           Maggots
           in
           my
           Brains
           ,
           as
           there
           are
           Crotchets
           in
           the
           Head
           of
           a
           Musician
           ,
           or
           Fools
           in
           the
           
             Million
             Lottery
          
           ,
           I
           e'en
           took
           up
           a
           Resolution
           to
           Travel
           ,
           and
           Court
           the
           Blinking
           Gipsy
           Fortune
           in
           another
           Country
           .
           I
           then
           began
           to
           Consider
           what
           Climate
           might
           best
           suit
           with
           my
           Constitution
           ,
           and
           what
           Part
           of
           the
           World
           with
           my
           Circumstances
           ;
           and
           upon
           mature
           Deliberation
           ,
           found
           a
           
             Warm
             Latitude
          
           would
           best
           agree
           with
           
             Thin
             Apparel
          
           ,
           and
           a
           
             Money'd
             Country
          
           with
           a
           
             Narrow
             Fortune
          
           ;
           and
           having
           often
           heard
           such
           extravagant
           Encomiums
           of
           that
           Blessed
           Paradise
           Iamaica
           ,
           where
           Gold
           is
           more
           plentiful
           than
           
             Ice
             ,
             Silver
          
           than
           
             Snow
             ,
             Pearl
          
           than
           Hailstones
           ,
           I
           at
           last
           determin'd
           to
           make
           a
           trial
           of
           my
           Stars
           in
           that
           Island
           ,
           and
           see
           whether
           they
           had
           the
           same
           Unlucky
           Influence
           upon
           me
           there
           ,
           as
           they
           had
           ,
           hitherto
           ,
           in
           the
           Land
           of
           my
           Nativity
           .
        
         
           In
           order
           to
           proceed
           my
           Voyage
           ,
           I
           took
           a
           Passage
           in
           the
           good
           Ship
           the
           Andalucia
           ;
           and
           about
           the
           latterend
           of
           Ianuary
           ,
           1697.
           upon
           the
           dissolution
           of
           the
           hard
           Frost
           ,
           I
           passed
           ,
           with
           many
           others
           ,
           by
           the
           Night
           Tide
           ,
           in
           a
           Wherry
           ,
           to
           Gravesend
           ,
           where
           our
           
             Floating
             Receptacle
          
           lay
           ready
           to
           take
           in
           Goods
           and
           Passengers
           ;
           but
           our
           Lady
           Thames
           being
           put
           into
           a
           Passion
           ,
           by
           the
           rude
           Kisses
           of
           an
           
             Easterly
             Wind
          
           ,
           drew
           her
           Smooth
           Face
           into
           so
           many
           Wrinckles
           ,
           that
           her
           ill-favour'd
           Aspect
           and
           Murmurings
           ,
           were
           to
           me
           as
           Terrible
           as
           the
           Noise
           of
           Thieves
           to
           a
           Miser
           ,
           or
           Bailiffs
           to
           a
           Bankrupt
           ;
           and
           being
           pent
           up
           with
           my
           Limbs
           ,
           in
           an
           awkward
           Posture
           ,
           lying
           Heads
           and
           Tails
           ,
           like
           Essex
           Calves
           in
           a
           Rumford
           Waggon
           ,
           I
           was
           forc'd
           to
           endure
           the
           Insolence
           of
           every
           Wave
           ,
           till
           I
           was
           become
           as
           Wet
           as
           a
           New
           Pump'd
           Kidnapper
           .
        
         
           In
           this
           Condition
           I
           Embark'd
           about
           Two
           a
           Clock
           in
           the
           Morning
           ,
           where
           the
           Chief
           Mai
           t
           ,
           as
           Master
           of
           the
           Ceremonies
           ,
           conducted
           me
           to
           a
           wellcome
           Collation
           of
           Cheese
           and
           Bisket
           ,
           and
           presented
           me
           with
           a
           Magnificent
           Can
           of
           Soveraign
           Flip
           ,
           prepar'd
           with
           as
           much
           Art
           as
           an
           Appothecary
           can
           well
           shew
           in
           the
           mixing
           of
           a
           Cordial
           .
           After
           this
           Refreshment
           ,
           I
           betook
           my self
           to
           a
           Cabin
           ,
           which
           fitted
           me
           so
           well
           ,
           it
           sat
           as
           tite
           as
           a
           Iacket
           to
           a
           Dutchman
           ,
           where
           I
           Slep
           till
           Morning
           ,
           as
           close
           as
           a
           Snaile
           in
           a
           Shell
           ,
           or
           a
           Maggot
           in
           an
           
           Appel-Kernel
           .
           Then
           Rising
           ,
           and
           after
           I
           had
           survey'd
           our
           Wooden
           Teretories
           ,
           I
           began
           to
           Contemplate
           upon
           things
           worthy
           of
           a
           serious
           Consideration
           ,
           which
           stir'd
           up
           in
           me
           that
           Malignant
           Spirit
           of
           Poetry
           ,
           with
           which
           I
           am
           oft
           times
           unhappily
           possess'd
           :
           And
           what
           my
           Muse
           dictated
           to
           me
           ,
           her
           Emanuensis
           ,
           I
           here
           present
           unto
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           
             
               
                 
                   A
                   Farewell
                   to
                   ENGLAND
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     I.
                     
                  
                   
                     FArewell
                     my
                     Country
                     ,
                     and
                     my
                     Friends
                     ,
                  
                   
                     My
                     Mistres
                     ,
                     and
                     my
                     Muse
                     ,
                  
                   
                     In
                     distant
                     Regions
                     ,
                     diff'rent
                     Ends
                  
                   
                     My
                     Genious
                     now
                     pursues
                     .
                  
                   
                     Those
                     Blessings
                     which
                     I
                     held
                     most
                     dear
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Are
                     ,
                     by
                     my
                     stubborn
                     Destiny
                     ,
                  
                   
                     (
                     That
                     uncontroul'd
                     Necessity
                     )
                  
                   
                     Abandon'd
                     from
                     me
                     ,
                     and
                     no
                     more
                     appear
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     II.
                     
                  
                   
                     Despair
                     of
                     Fortune
                     makes
                     me
                     bold
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     can
                     in
                     Tempests
                     Sleep
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     fearless
                     of
                     my
                     Fate
                     ,
                     behold
                  
                   
                     The
                     Dangers
                     of
                     the
                     Deep
                     .
                  
                   
                     No
                     Covetous
                     desire
                     of
                     Life
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Can
                     now
                     my
                     Careless
                     Thoughts
                     imploy
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Banish'd
                     from
                     Friendship
                     ,
                     Love
                     ,
                     and
                     Ioy
                     ,
                  
                   
                     To
                     view
                     the
                     Waves
                     and
                     Winds
                     at
                     equal
                     Strife
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     III.
                     
                  
                   
                     O'er
                     threatning
                     Billows
                     can
                     I
                     fly
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     ,
                     unconcern'd
                     ,
                     conceive
                     ,
                  
                   
                     'T
                     is
                     here
                     less
                     difficult
                     to
                     Die
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Than
                     't
                     was
                     on
                     Land
                     to
                     Live.
                  
                   
                     To
                     me
                     't
                     is
                     equal
                     ,
                     Swim
                     or
                     Sink
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     smiling
                     to
                     my
                     Fate
                     can
                     bow
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Bereft
                     of
                     Ioy
                     ,
                     I
                     think
                     it
                     now
                  
                   
                     No
                     more
                     to
                     Drown
                     than
                     't
                     was
                     before
                     to
                     Drink
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                   
                     IV.
                     
                  
                   
                     Dear
                     Friends
                     with
                     Patience
                     bear
                     the
                     Load
                  
                   
                     Of
                     Troubles
                     ,
                     still
                     to
                     come
                     ,
                  
                   
                     You
                     Pitty
                     us
                     who
                     range
                     Abroad
                     ,
                  
                   
                     We
                     Pitty
                     you
                     at
                     Home
                     .
                  
                   
                     Let
                     no
                     Oppression
                     ,
                     Fears
                     ,
                     or
                     Cares
                  
                   
                     Make
                     us
                     our
                     Loyalty
                     Disband
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Which
                     ,
                     like
                     a
                     well
                     built
                     Arch
                     ,
                     should
                     stand
                  
                   
                     The
                     more
                     secure
                     ,
                     the
                     greater
                     Weight
                     it
                     bears
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     V.
                     
                  
                   
                     Farewell
                     Applause
                     ,
                     that
                     vain
                     Delight
                  
                   
                     The
                     Witty
                     fondly
                     seek
                     ;
                  
                   
                     He
                     's
                     Blest
                     who
                     like
                     a
                     Dunce
                     may
                     Write
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Or
                     like
                     a
                     Fool
                     may
                     Speak
                     :
                  
                   
                     What
                     ever
                     Praise
                     we
                     gain
                     to
                     day
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Whether
                     deservedly
                     or
                     no
                     ,
                  
                   
                     We
                     to
                     the
                     Worlds
                     Opinion
                     owe
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Who
                     does
                     as
                     oft
                     Mis-take
                     the
                     same
                     away
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     VI.
                     
                  
                   
                     Something
                     there
                     is
                     ,
                     which
                     touches
                     near
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     scarce
                     can
                     bid
                     Adieu
                     ;
                  
                   
                     'T
                     is
                     all
                     my
                     Hope
                     ,
                     my
                     Care
                     ,
                     my
                     Fear
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     all
                     that
                     I
                     pursue
                     :
                  
                   
                     'T
                     is
                     what
                     I
                     Love
                     ,
                     yet
                     what
                     I
                     Fly
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     what
                     I
                     dare
                     not
                     ,
                     must
                     not
                     Name
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Angels
                     Protect
                     the
                     Sacred
                     Frame
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Till
                     I
                     to
                     England
                     shall
                     Return
                     ,
                     or
                     Die.
                     
                  
                
              
            
          
        
         
           Towards
           the
           Evening
           the
           Captain
           came
           on
           Board
           ,
           with
           the
           rest
           of
           our
           Fellow-Travellours
           ,
           who
           ,
           when
           we
           were
           altogether
           patch'd
           up
           as
           pritty
           a
           Society
           ,
           as
           a
           Man
           under
           my
           Circumstances
           would
           desire
           to
           tumble
           into
           :
           There
           was
           Three
           of
           the
           
             Troublesome
             Sex
          
           ,
           as
           some
           call
           them
           ,
           (
           tho'
           I
           never
           thought
           'em
           so
           )
           whose
           Curteous
           Affabillity
           ,
           and
           Complaisancy
           of
           Temper
           ,
           admitted
           of
           no
           other
           Emulation
           ,
           but
           to
           strive
           who
           (
           within
           the
           bounds
           of
           Modesty
           )
           should
           be
           most
           Obliging
           .
           One
           
             Vnfortunate
             Lady
          
           was
           in
           pursute
           of
           a
           
             Stray'd
             Husband
          
           ,
           who
           ,
           in
           Iamaica
           ,
           had
           Feloniously
           taken
           to
           Wife
           (
           for
           the
           sake
           of
           a
           Plantation
           )
           a
           
             Lacker-Fac'd
             Creolean
          
           ,
           to
           
           the
           great
           dissatisfaction
           of
           his
           Original
           Spouse
           ,
           who
           had
           often
           declar'd
           (
           thro'
           the
           sweetness
           of
           her
           Disposition
           )
           That
           if
           he
           had
           Marri'd
           another
           Handsomer
           than
           her self
           ,
           it
           would
           never
           have
           vex'd
           her
           ;
           but
           to
           be
           Rival'd
           by
           a
           Gipsy
           ,
           a
           Tawny
           Fac'd
           Moletto
           Strumpet
           ,
           a
           Pumpkin
           colour'd
           Whore
           ,
           no
           ,
           her
           Honour
           would
           not
           suffer
           her
           to
           bear
           with
           patience
           so
           coroding
           an
           Indignity
           .
           The
           other
           Two
           were
           a
           pritty
           Maid
           ,
           and
           a
           comly
           Widow
           ;
           so
           that
           in
           these
           three
           ,
           we
           had
           every
           Honourable
           State
           of
           the
           whole
           Sex
           :
           One
           in
           the
           State
           of
           Innocency
           ,
           another
           of
           Fruition
           ,
           the
           third
           of
           Deprivation
           ;
           and
           if
           we
           'd
           had
           but
           one
           in
           the
           State
           of
           Corruption
           ,
           a
           Man
           might
           have
           pleas'd
           himself
           as
           well
           in
           our
           
             Little
             World
          
           ,
           as
           you
           Libertines
           can
           do
           in
           the
           
             Great
             One.
          
           
        
         
           I
           shall
           be
           too
           tedious
           if
           I
           at
           large
           Particularize
           the
           whole
           Company
           ,
           I
           shall
           therefore
           Hustle
           them
           together
           ,
           as
           a
           
             Morefields
             Sweetener
          
           does
           
             Luck
             in
             a
             Bag
          
           ,
           and
           then
           you
           may
           Wink
           and
           Choose
           ,
           for
           the
           Devil
           a
           Barrel
           the
           better
           Herring
           amongst
           us
           .
           We
           had
           one
           (
           as
           I
           told
           you
           before
           )
           
             Cherubimical
             Lass
          
           ,
           who
           ,
           I
           fear
           ,
           had
           
             Lost
             her Self
          
           ,
           two
           more
           ,
           of
           the
           same
           Gender
           ,
           who
           had
           lost
           their
           Husbands
           ;
           two
           Parsons
           who
           had
           lost
           their
           Livings
           ;
           three
           
             Broken
             Tradesmen
          
           ,
           who
           had
           lost
           their
           Credit
           ;
           and
           several
           ,
           like
           me
           that
           had
           lost
           their
           Wits
           ;
           a
           
             Creolean
             Captain
          
           ,
           a
           
             Super
             annuated
             Mariner
          
           ,
           an
           
             Independant
             Merchant
          
           ,
           an
           
             Irish
             Kidnapper
          
           ,
           and
           a
           
             Monmothean
             Sciths-Man
          
           ,
           all
           going
           with
           one
           Design
           ,
           to
           patch
           up
           their
           
             Decay'd
             Fortunes
          
           .
        
         
           Every
           thing
           being
           in
           Order
           for
           Sailing
           ,
           the
           Pilot
           came
           on
           Board
           ,
           who
           put
           on
           such
           a
           Commanding
           Countenance
           ,
           that
           he
           look'd
           as
           Stern
           as
           a
           
             Sarazins
             Head
          
           ;
           and
           the
           Sins
           of
           his
           Youth
           having
           crep't
           into
           his
           Pedestals
           ,
           he
           Limp'd
           about
           the
           
             Quarter
             Deck
          
           ;
           like
           a
           Cripple
           in
           
             Forma
             Pauperis
          
           upon
           a
           
             Mountebanks
             Stage
          
           ,
           making
           as
           great
           a
           Noise
           in
           his
           
             Tarpaulin
             Cant
          
           ,
           as
           a
           
             Young
             Counsel
          
           in
           a
           
             Bad
             Cause
          
           ,
           or
           a
           Butcher
           at
           a
           Bear-Garden
           .
           As
           soon
           as
           we
           had
           weigh'd
           Anchor
           ,
           under
           the
           doleful
           Cry
           and
           hard
           Service
           of
           
             Haul
             Cat
             haul
          
           ,
           there
           was
           nothing
           heard
           till
           we
           reach'd
           the
           Downs
           ,
           but
           
             About
             Ship
             my
             Lads
             ,
             bring
             your
             Fore
             Tack
             on
             Board
             ,
             haul
             Fore-Sail
             hand
             ,
             Brace
             about
             the
             Main-Yard
             ,
          
           and
           the
           Devil
           to
           do
           ,
           That
           I
           was
           more
           Amaz'd
           than
           a
           Mouse
           at
           a
           
             Throsters
             Mill
          
           ,
           or
           the
           
             Russian
             Embassador
          
           at
           a
           Clap
           of
           Thunder
           .
        
         
           By
           the
           help
           of
           Providence
           ,
           the
           Pilots
           Care
           ,
           and
           Seamens
           Industry
           ,
           we
           pass'd
           safe
           to
           Deal
           ,
           where
           we
           Anchor'd
           three
           or
           four
           Days
           for
           a
           fair
           Wind.
           In
           which
           interim
           ,
           the
           Prince
           of
           the
           Air
           had
           puff'd
           up
           an
           unwelcome
           Blast
           in
           the
           Night
           ,
           which
           forc'd
           a
           Vessel
           upon
           the
           Goodwin
           .
           The
           next
           Morning
           the
           Salvages
           Man'd
           out
           a
           Fleet
           of
           their
           
             Deal
             Skimming-dishes
          
           ,
           and
           made
           such
           unmerciful
           work
           with
           the
           poor
           distressed
           Bark
           ,
           that
           a
           Gang
           of
           Bailiffs
           with
           an
           Execution
           ,
           or
           a
           Kennel
           of
           Hounds
           upon
           a
           
             Dead
             Horse
          
           ,
           could
           not
           have
           appear'd
           more
           Ravenous
           .
           From
           thence
           ,
           with
           a
           prosperous
           Gale
           ,
           we
           made
           the
           best
           of
           our
           way
           into
           the
           wide
           Ocean
           ,
           which
           Marriners
           say
           ,
           is
           of
           such
           Profundity
           ,
           
           that
           ,
           like
           a
           
             Misers
             Conscience
          
           ,
           or
           a
           
             Womans
             Concupiscence
          
           't
           is
           never
           to
           be
           Fathom'd
           .
        
         
           'T
           was
           in
           the
           midst
           of
           Winter
           ,
           and
           very
           Cold
           Weather
           when
           we
           set
           out
           ;
           but
           in
           a
           Fortnights
           time
           we
           were
           got
           into
           a
           comfortable
           Climat
           ,
           which
           yielded
           us
           so
           pleasant
           a
           warmth
           ,
           than
           a
           Man
           might
           pluck
           of
           his
           Shirt
           upon
           Deck
           ,
           and
           commit
           Murther
           upon
           his
           own
           Flesh
           and
           Blood
           till
           he
           was
           weary
           ,
           without
           the
           danger
           of
           an
           Ague
           .
        
         
           I
           happen'd
           one
           Morning
           to
           hear
           two
           Tar-jackets
           in
           a
           very
           high
           Dispute
           ;
           I
           went
           to
           them
           ,
           and
           ask'd
           the
           reason
           of
           their
           Difference
           .
           
             Why
             Sir
          
           ,
           says
           one
           ,
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             ,
             there
             was
             my
             Master
          
           Whistlebooby
           ,
           
             an
             old
          
           Boatswain
           
             in
             one
             of
             His
          
           Majesties
           
             Ships
             ,
             who
             was
          
           Superhanded
           ,
           
             and
             past
             his
             Labour
             ,
             and
             the
          
           Ambaraltie
           Divorc'd
           
             him
             from
             his
             Ship
             ,
             and
             the
          
           King
           
             allow'd
             him
             a
          
           Suspension
           ,
           
             and
             this
             Lubberly
             Whelp
             here
             says
             I
             talk
             like
             a
             Fool
             ;
             and
             sure
             I
             have
             not
             used
             the
             Sea
             this
             Thirty
             Years
             ,
             but
             I
             can
          
           Argufie
           
             any
             thing
             as
             proper
             as
             he
             can
             .
          
        
         
           The
           chief
           Sports
           we
           had
           on
           Board
           ,
           to
           pass
           away
           the
           tedious
           Hours
           ,
           were
           
             Hob
             ,
             Spie
             the
             Market
             ,
             Shoue
             the
             Slipper
             ,
             Dilly
             Dally
          
           and
           Back-Gammon
           ;
           the
           Latter
           of
           which
           prov'd
           as
           serviceable
           to
           me
           ,
           as
           a
           Book
           of
           Heraldry
           to
           a
           
             Gentleman
             Mumper
          
           ,
           or
           a
           Pass
           to
           a
           
             Penniless
             Vagabond
          
           :
           For
           (
           like
           the
           Whore
           who
           boasted
           of
           her
           Industry
           )
           I
           us'd
           to
           make
           my
           Days
           Labour
           worth
           
             Two
             Shillings
          
           ,
           or
           
             Half
             a
             Crown
          
           ,
           at
           
             Two
             Pence
          
           ,
           or
           a
           Groat
           a
           Bout.
           The
           most
           powerful
           Adversary
           I
           engag'd
           with
           ,
           was
           a
           Parson
           ,
           who
           ,
           when
           the
           Bell
           Rung
           to
           Prayers
           ,
           would
           start
           up
           in
           the
           middle
           of
           a
           Hit
           ,
           desire
           my
           Patience
           whilst
           he
           step'd
           into
           the
           
             Great
             Cabin
          
           ,
           and
           gave
           his
           Sinful
           Congregation
           a
           Dram
           of
           Evangellical
           Comfort
           ,
           and
           he
           would
           wait
           upon
           me
           presently
           .
           But
           that
           Recreation
           in
           which
           we
           took
           a
           more
           peculiar
           delight
           ,
           was
           the
           Harmony
           we
           made
           ,
           by
           the
           assistance
           of
           the
           two
           Heaven-drivers
           ,
           in
           Lyricking
           over
           some
           
             Antiquated
             Sonnets
          
           ,
           and
           for
           varieties
           sake
           ,
           now
           and
           then
           a
           Psalme
           ,
           which
           our
           Canonical
           Vice-Whippers
           Sung
           with
           as
           Penitential
           a
           grace
           ,
           as
           a
           Sorrowful
           Offender
           in
           his
           
             Last
             Night-Cap
          
           .
        
         
           To
           please
           my self
           at
           a
           Spare-Hour
           ,
           I
           had
           taken
           with
           me
           a
           Flute
           ,
           and
           there
           being
           on
           Board
           a
           
             Spannel
             Dog
          
           ,
           who
           
             (
             Seaman
             like
          
           )
           had
           no
           great
           kindness
           for
           
             Wind
             Musick
          
           ,
           for
           when
           ever
           he
           heard
           me
           Tooting
           ,
           he
           'd
           be
           Howling
           ,
           which
           ,
           together
           ,
           made
           a
           Noise
           so
           surprising
           ,
           that
           it
           frighted
           away
           a
           
             Quotide●n
             Ague
          
           ,
           from
           a
           Young
           Fellow
           who
           had
           been
           three
           Weeks
           under
           the
           hands
           of
           our
           Doctor
           .
        
         
           One
           Night
           ,
           after
           we
           had
           well
           Moisten'd
           our
           Drouthy
           Carcasses
           with
           an
           Exhilerating
           Dose
           of
           Right
           Honourable
           Punch
           ,
           there
           arose
           a
           Storm
           ,
           for
           which
           I
           had
           often
           wish'd
           ,
           that
           I
           might
           not
           be
           a
           stranger
           to
           any
           Surprising
           Accident
           the
           Angry
           Elements
           ,
           when
           at
           Varience
           ,
           might
           afford
           me
           .
           The
           Heavens
           all
           round
           us
           (
           in
           as
           little
           time
           as
           a
           Girl
           might
           loose
           her
           Maidenhead
           )
           had
           put
           on
           such
           a
           Malignant
           Aspect
           ,
           
           as
           if
           it
           threaten'd
           our
           Destruction
           ;
           And
           AEolus
           gave
           us
           such
           unmerciful
           Puffs
           and
           Whiffs
           ,
           that
           I
           was
           fearful
           to
           stand
           upon
           the
           
             Quarter
             Deck
          
           ,
           lest
           ,
           before
           my
           time
           ,
           I
           should
           be
           snatch'd
           up
           to
           Heaven
           in
           a
           Whirle-Wind
           .
           From
           all
           the
           Corners
           of
           the
           Skie
           their
           darted
           forth
           such
           Beams
           of
           Lightning
           ,
           that
           I
           Vow
           and
           Protest
           the
           Fire-Works
           in
           St.
           
           Iames's
           -
           Square
           ,
           were
           no
           more
           to
           be
           compar'd
           to
           't
           ,
           than
           a
           
             Gloworms
             Arse
          
           to
           a
           
             Cotten
             Candle
          
           ,
           which
           were
           Instantly
           succeeded
           with
           such
           Vollys
           of
           Thunder
           ,
           from
           every
           side
           ,
           that
           you
           would
           have
           thought
           the
           Clouds
           had
           been
           Fortifi'd
           with
           
             Whole
             Canon
          
           ,
           and
           weary
           of
           being
           tost
           about
           with
           every
           Wind
           ,
           were
           Fighting
           their
           way
           into
           a
           Calmer
           Region
           to
           enjoy
           their
           Rest.
           Then
           fell
           such
           an
           excessive
           Rain
           ,
           that
           as
           we
           had
           one
           Sea
           under
           us
           ,
           we
           feard
           another
           had
           been
           tumbling
           upon
           our
           Heads
           ;
           for
           my
           part
           ,
           I
           fear'd
           the
           very
           Falling
           of
           the
           Skie
           ,
           and
           thought
           of
           nothing
           but
           Catching
           of
           Larks
           .
           My
           Spirits
           being
           a
           little
           deprest
           ,
           by
           the
           apprehensions
           of
           the
           Danger
           we
           were
           under
           ,
           I
           went
           down
           into
           the
           Gun-room
           ;
           to
           consult
           my
           Brandy-Cask
           about
           taking
           of
           a
           Dram
           ;
           where
           one
           of
           our
           Ladies
           ,
           thro'
           want
           of
           better
           Accomodation
           ,
           was
           forc'd
           to
           be
           Content
           with
           a
           Cradle
           ,
           in
           which
           she
           was
           Praying
           ,
           with
           as
           much
           Sincerity
           ,
           for
           
             Fair
             Weather
          
           ,
           as
           a
           Farmer
           for
           a
           
             Kind
             Harvest
          
           ,
           or
           an
           
             Old
             Maid
          
           for
           a
           
             Good
             Husband
          
           :
           And
           I
           being
           greatly
           pleas'd
           at
           her
           most
           Importunat
           Solicitations
           ,
           have
           given
           you
           a
           Repetition
           of
           one
           part
           ,
           
             viz.
             And
             if
             Thou
             hast
             Decreed
             ,
             that
             we
             shall
             Perish
             in
             this
          
           Tempest
           ,
           
             I
             most
             humbly
             beseech
             Thee
             to
             Punish
             with
          
           Pox
           ,
           Barrenness
           ,
           and
           Dry-Belly-Ach
           ,
           that
           Adultrous
           Strumpet
           ,
           
             who
             ,
             by
             Robbing
             me
             of
             my
          
           Husband
           ,
           
             hath
             been
             a
             means
             of
             bringing
             me
             to
             this
             Vntimely
             End
             ;
             may
             her
             whole
             Life
             be
             a
             continued
             course
             of
          
           Sin
           
             without
             a
             moments
          
           Repentance
           ,
           
             that
             she
             may
          
           Die
           without
           Forgiveness
           ,
           
             and
             be
          
           Damn'd
           without
           Mercy
           .
           In
           which
           Interim
           ,
           a
           Sea
           wash'd
           over
           our
           Fore-Castle
           ,
           run
           Aft
           ,
           and
           came
           down
           the
           Whip-scuttle
           ,
           she
           concluding
           we
           were
           going
           to
           the
           Bottom
           ,
           Shreek'd
           out
           ,
           and
           fell
           into
           a
           Fit
           ;
           whilst
           I
           ,
           thro
           my
           Fear
           ,
           together
           with
           my
           Modesty
           ,
           scorn'd
           to
           take
           the
           Advantage
           of
           so
           fair
           an
           Oppertunity
           .
        
         
           In
           a
           doubtful
           Condition
           ,
           between
           this
           World
           and
           the
           next
           ,
           we
           labour'd
           till
           near
           Morning
           ,
           about
           which
           time
           the
           Storm
           abated
           ;
           But
           as
           soon
           as
           Day-light
           appear'd
           ,
           and
           the
           Serenity
           of
           the
           Weather
           had
           turn'd
           our
           Frightful
           Apprehensions
           into
           a
           little
           Alacrity
           ,
           some
           of
           the
           Men
           ,
           from
           Aloft
           ,
           espi'd
           a
           Sail
           bearing
           after
           us
           with
           all
           Expedition
           ;
           and
           being
           no
           great
           distance
           from
           the
           Coast
           of
           Sally
           ,
           a
           jealousie
           arose
           amongst
           our
           Officers
           ,
           of
           her
           being
           a
           Man
           of
           War
           belonging
           to
           that
           Country
           ,
           they
           having
           ,
           upon
           the
           Conclusion
           of
           the
           late
           Peace
           with
           France
           ,
           Proclaim'd
           a
           War
           with
           England
           ;
           so
           that
           we
           thought
           our selves
           now
           in
           as
           great
           Danger
           of
           being
           knock'd
           on
           the
           Head
           ,
           or
           made
           Slaves
           ,
           as
           we
           were
           before
           of
           being
           Drown'd
           .
           This
           Alarum
           kindled
           up
           amongst
           us
           new
           fears
           of
           approaching
           Danger
           ,
           more
           Terrible
           than
           the
           former
           we
           had
           so
           happily
           surviv'd
           .
        
         
           Command
           was
           given
           by
           our
           Captain
           ,
           to
           prepare
           for
           a
           Fight
           ;
           down
           Chests
           ;
           up
           Hammocks
           ,
           ●●ing
           the
           small
           Arms
           upon
           the
           Quarter
           
           and
           every
           Man
           directed
           to
           his
           Post
           ,
           by
           orders
           fix'd
           upon
           the
           Mizzen-mast
           in
           the
           Steerage
           ;
           the
           Bulkhead
           and
           Cabins
           nock'd
           down
           ,
           the
           Deck
           clear'd
           Fore
           and
           Aft
           ,
           for
           every
           Man
           to
           have
           free
           access
           to
           his
           Business
           .
           When
           all
           things
           were
           in
           readiness
           to
           receive
           an
           Enemy
           ,
           I
           took
           a
           walk
           on
           purpose
           to
           look
           about
           me
           ,
           and
           was
           so
           animated
           with
           the
           Seamens
           Activity
           and
           Industry
           ,
           together
           with
           the
           smell
           of
           Sweat
           ,
           Match
           ,
           and
           Gun-powder
           ,
           that
           like
           '
           Squire
           Witherington
           in
           
             Chivie
             Chase
          
           ,
           I
           could
           have
           Fought
           upon
           my
           Stumps
           .
           By
           this
           time
           our
           suppos'd
           Enemy
           was
           almost
           come
           up
           with
           us
           ,
           under
           English
           Colours
           ,
           but
           his
           keeping
           close
           upon
           our
           Quarter
           ,
           and
           not
           bearing
           off
           ,
           gave
           us
           still
           reasons
           to
           mistrust
           him
           ;
           but
           seeing
           him
           a
           small
           Ship
           ,
           and
           ours
           a
           Vessel
           of
           400
           Tuns
           ,
           28
           Guns
           ,
           and
           about
           50
           Men
           ,
           we
           Furl'd
           our
           Main-Sail
           with
           all
           our
           Hands
           at
           once
           ,
           as
           a
           strategem
           to
           seem
           well
           Man'd
           ;
           put
           our
           Top-Sailes
           aback
           ,
           and
           lay
           by
           ,
           to
           let
           'em
           see
           we
           were
           
             no
             more
             Affraid
             than
             Hurt
          
           .
           We
           had
           on
           Board
           an
           Irish-man
           going
           over
           a
           Servant
           ,
           who
           I
           suppose
           was
           Kidnap'd
           ;
           I
           observ'd
           this
           Fellow
           ,
           being
           quarter'd
           at
           a
           Gun
           ,
           look'd
           as
           pale
           as
           a
           Pickpocket
           new
           taken
           :
           I
           ask'd
           him
           why
           he
           put
           on
           such
           a
           Cowardly
           look
           ;
           and
           told
           him
           't
           was
           a
           shame
           for
           a
           Man
           to
           shew
           so
           much
           Fear
           in
           his
           Countenance
           .
           
             Indeed
             Sir
          
           (
           said
           he
           )
           
             I
             cannot
             halp
             et
             ,
             I
             love
             the
             bate
             of
             a
             Drum
             ,
             the
             Pop
             of
             a
             Pistol
             ,
             or
             the
             Bounch
             of
             a
             Mushket
             wall
             enough
             ,
             but
             ,
             by
             my
             Shoul
             ,
             the
             Roaring
             of
             a
             Great
             Gun
             always
             makesh
             me
             start
             .
          
           I
           ask'd
           him
           whose
           Servant
           he
           was
           .
           
             By
             my
             Fait
          
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           
             I
             cannot
             tell
             ;
             I
             wash
             upon
             Change
             looking
             for
             a
             good
             Mashter
             ,
             and
             a
             brave
             Gentleman
             came
             to
             me
             and
             ask'd
             me
             who
             I
             wash
             ;
             and
             I
             told
             him
             I
             wash
             myn
             nown
             shelf
             ,
             and
             he
             gave
             me
             some
             good
             Wine
             and
             good
             Ale
             ,
             and
             brought
             me
             on
             Board
             ,
             and
             I
             have
             not
             sheen
             him
             sinch
             .
          
           By
           this
           time
           our
           Adversary
           was
           come
           within
           hearing
           ,
           and
           upon
           our
           Hailing
           of
           him
           ,
           prov'd
           a
           little
           Ship
           bound
           to
           Guinea
           ,
           which
           put
           an
           end
           to
           our
           Fears
           ,
           and
           made
           us
           fly
           to
           the
           Punch-Bowl
           with
           as
           much
           Joy
           as
           the
           Mob
           to
           a
           Bonfire
           upon
           a
           States
           Holyday
           .
        
         
           After
           we
           had
           chas'd
           away
           the
           remembrance
           of
           our
           past
           Dangers
           ,
           with
           a
           reviving
           draught
           of
           our
           Infallable
           Elixir
           ,
           we
           began
           to
           be
           Merry
           as
           so
           many
           Beggars
           (
           and
           indeed
           were
           before
           as
           Poor
           )
           beginning
           to
           turn
           that
           into
           Redicule
           ,
           which
           so
           lately
           had
           chang'd
           our
           Jollitry
           into
           Fear
           and
           Sadness
           .
           When
           we
           had
           thus
           refresh'd
           our
           Bodies
           ,
           and
           strengthen'd
           our
           Spirits
           ,
           by
           passing
           round
           a
           Health
           to
           our
           Noble
           Selves
           ,
           &c.
           't
           was
           thought
           high
           time
           by
           our
           Reverend
           Pastors
           ,
           to
           return
           Thanks
           for
           our
           great
           Deliverance
           from
           the
           hands
           of
           our
           Enemies
           ,
           tho'
           we
           had
           none
           near
           us
           ,
           which
           was
           accordingly
           perform'd
           with
           all
           the
           Solemnity
           a
           parcel
           of
           
             Merry
             Iuvenal
          
           Wags
           could
           compose
           themselves
           to
           observe
           .
        
         
           By
           this
           time
           we
           were
           got
           into
           so
           warm
           a
           Latitude
           ,
           that
           (
           God
           be
           thanked
           )
           a
           Louse
           would
           not
           live
           in
           it
           .
           We
           now
           began
           to
           thin
           our
           Dress
           ,
           and
           ,
           had
           not
           Decency
           forbid
           it
           ,
           could
           have
           gladly
           gone
           Naked
           ,
           as
           our
           first
           Parents
           .
           Kissing
           here
           grew
           out
           of
           Fashion
           ;
           there
           's
           no
           joyning
           of
           Lips
           ,
           but
           your
           Noses
           would
           drop
           Sweat
           in
           your
           Mouths
           .
           The
           Sea
           ,
           and
           other
           Elements
           ,
           began
           now
           to
           entertain
           us
           with
           Curiossities
           in
           Nature
           worth
           observing
           ,
           as
           
             Crampos
             ,
             Sharks
             ,
             Porpus
             ,
             Flying-Fish
             ,
             Albacores
             ,
             Bonettas
             ,
             Dolphin
             ,
             Bottlenoses
             ,
             Turtle
             ,
             Blubber
             ,
             Stingrays
             ,
             Sea-Adders
             ,
          
           and
           the
           Devil
           and
           all
           of
           Monsters
           without
           Names
           ,
           and
           some
           without
           Shape
           .
           As
           for
           Birds
           ,
           
             Noddys
             ,
             Boobies
             ,
             Shearwaters
             ,
             Shags
             ,
             Pitternells
             ,
             Men
             of
             War
             ,
             Tropick
             Birds
             ,
             Pellicans
             ,
          
           &c.
           
           I
           shall
           not
           undertake
           here
           to
           describe
           these
           Creatures
           ,
           because
           some
           of
           them
           are
           so
           Frightfully
           Ugly
           ,
           that
           if
           any
           Friends
           Wife
           with
           Child
           should
           long
           for
           the
           Reading
           of
           my
           Book
           ,
           it
           should
           chance
           to
           make
           her
           Miscarry
           .
           But
           that
           which
           I
           thought
           most
           worthy
           of
           Observation
           ,
           were
           the
           Clouds
           ,
           whose
           various
           Forms
           ,
           and
           beauteous
           Colours
           ,
           were
           Inimitable
           by
           the
           Pencil
           of
           the
           greatest
           Artist
           in
           the
           Univers
           ,
           
             Cities
             ,
             Palaces
             ,
             Groves
             ,
             Fields
             ,
          
           and
           
             Gardens
             ;
             Monuments
             ,
             Castles
             ,
             Armies
             ,
             Bulls
             ,
             Bears
             ,
          
           and
           Dragons
           ,
           &c.
           as
           if
           the
           Air
           above
           us
           had
           been
           Frozen
           into
           a
           Looking-Glass
           ,
           and
           shew'd
           us
           by
           Reflection
           ,
           all
           the
           Rarities
           in
           Nature
           .
        
         
           By
           this
           time
           we
           had
           gain'd
           the
           Tropick
           ,
           and
           come
           into
           a
           Trade-Wind
           ;
           the
           greatist
           of
           our
           fears
           being
           now
           a
           Calm
           ,
           which
           is
           fine
           weather
           to
           please
           fearful
           Tempers
           ;
           but
           it
           brings
           us
           more
           in
           danger
           of
           being
           Starv'd
           ,
           than
           a
           Storm
           does
           of
           being
           Drown'd
           :
           Tho'
           it
           was
           our
           Fortune
           in
           a
           few
           Days
           after
           ,
           to
           make
           the
           Leward-Islands
           ,
           and
           put
           us
           
           past
           the
           dread
           of
           so
           terrible
           a
           Catastrophe
           ,
           those
           we
           pas'd
           in
           sight
           of
           were
           ,
           Des●ado
           ,
           a
           rare
           place
           for
           a
           Bird-catcher
           to
           be
           Governour
           of
           ,
           Birds
           being
           the
           only
           Creatures
           by
           which
           't
           is
           Inhabited
           ;
           
             Mountserat
             ,
             Antego
             ,
             Mevis
          
           ,
           possess'd
           by
           the
           English
           ;
           St.
           Christophers
           ,
           by
           half
           English
           half
           
             French
             ;
             Rodunda
          
           ,
           an
           uninhabitable
           high
           Rock
           .
           From
           amongst
           these
           Caribbe
           Islands
           ,
           in
           a
           few
           days
           ,
           we
           got
           to
           Hispaniola
           ,
           without
           any
           thing
           remarkable
           ;
           and
           from
           thence
           ,
           in
           24
           Hours
           ,
           with
           a
           fresh
           Gail
           ,
           within
           sight
           of
           Iamaica
           ,
           which
           (
           without
           Malice
           or
           Partiallity
           )
           I
           shall
           proceed
           to
           give
           you
           some
           Account
           of
           .
        
         
           
             A
             Charactor
             of
             JAMAICA
             .
          
           
             THE
             Dunghill
             of
             the
             Universe
             ,
             the
             Refuse
             of
             the
             whole
             Creation
             ,
             the
             Clippings
             of
             the
             Elements
             ,
             a
             shapeless
             pile
             of
             Rubbish
             confus'ly
             jumbl'd
             into
             an
             Emblem
             of
             the
             Chaos
             ,
             neglected
             by
             Omnipotence
             when
             he
             form'd
             the
             World
             into
             its
             admirable
             Order
             .
             The
             Nursery
             of
             Heavens
             Judgments
             ,
             where
             the
             Malignant
             Seeds
             of
             all
             Pestilence
             were
             first
             gather'd
             and
             scatter'd
             thro'
             the
             Regions
             of
             the
             Earth
             ,
             to
             Punnish
             Mankind
             for
             their
             Offences
             .
             The
             Place
             where
             Pandora
             fill'd
             her
             Box
             ,
             where
             Vulcan
             Forg'd
             Ioves
             Thunder-bolts
             ,
             and
             that
             Phaeton
             ,
             by
             his
             rash
             misguidance
             of
             the
             Sun
             ,
             scorch'd
             into
             a
             Cinder
             .
             The
             Receptacle
             of
             Vagabonds
             ,
             the
             Sanctuary
             of
             Bankrupts
             ,
             and
             a
             Close-stool
             for
             the
             Purges
             of
             our
             Prisons
             .
             As
             Sickly
             as
             an
             Hospital
             ,
             as
             Dangerous
             as
             the
             Plague
             ,
             as
             Hot
             as
             Hell
             ,
             and
             as
             Wicked
             as
             the
             Devil
             .
             Subject
             to
             Turnadoes
             ,
             Hurricans
             ,
             and
             Earthquakes
             ,
             as
             if
             the
             Island
             ,
             like
             the
             People
             ,
             were
             troubled
             with
             the
             
               Dry
               Belly-Ach
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Of
             their
             Provisions
             .
          
           
             THE
             chiefest
             of
             their
             Provisions
             is
             
               Sea
               Turtle
            
             ,
             or
             
               Toad
               in
               a
               shell
            
             ,
             Stew'd
             in
             its
             own
             Gravy
             ;
             its
             Lean
             is
             as
             White
             as
             a
             Green-sickness
             Girl
             ,
             its
             Fat
             of
             a
             Calves-turd
             Colour
             ;
             and
             is
             excellently
             good
             to
             put
             a
             stranger
             into
             a
             Flux
             ,
             and
             purge
             out
             part
             of
             those
             in
             Humours
             it
             infallibly
             creates
             .
             The
             Belly
             is
             call'd
             Callipee
             ,
             the
             Back
             Callipach
             ;
             and
             is
             serv'd
             up
             to
             the
             Table
             in
             its
             own
             Shell
             ,
             instead
             of
             a
             Platter
             .
             They
             have
             
               Cuanas
               ,
               Hickeries
            
             ,
             and
             Crabs
             ;
             the
             first
             being
             an
             Amphibeous
             Serpent
             ,
             shap'd
             like
             a
             Lizard
             ,
             but
             black
             and
             larger
             ,
             the
             second
             a
             Land-Tortoise
             ,
             the
             last
             needs
             no
             Discription
             ,
             but
             are
             as
             numerous
             as
             Frogs
             in
             England
             ,
             and
             Borrough
             in
             the
             Ground
             like
             Rabbets
             ,
             so
             that
             the
             whole
             Island
             may
             be
             justly
             call'd
             ,
             
               A
               Crab-Warren
            
             .
             They
             are
             Fattest
             near
             the
             Pallasadoes
             ,
             where
             they
             will
             make
             a
             Skelliton
             of
             a
             Corps
             in
             as
             little
             time
             as
             a
             Tanner
             will
             Flea
             a
             Colt
             ,
             or
             a
             Hound
             after
             Hunting
             devour
             a
             
               Shoulder
               of
               Mutton
            
             .
             They
             have
             Beef
             without
             Fat
             ,
             Lean
             Mutton
             without
             Gravy
             ,
             and
             Fowles
             as
             dry
             as
             the
             Udder
             of
             an
             Old
             Woman
             ,
             and
             as
             tough
             as
             a
             Stake
             from
             the
             Haunches
             of
             a
             Superanuated
             Car-Horse
             .
          
           
             Milk
             is
             so
             plenty
             you
             may
             buy
             it
             for
             Fifteen
             Pence
             a
             Quart
             ;
             but
             Cream
             so
             very
             scarce
             ,
             that
             a
             Firkin
             of
             Butter
             ,
             of
             their
             own
             making
             ,
             would
             be
             so
             costly
             a
             Jewel
             ,
             that
             the
             Richest
             Man
             in
             the
             Island
             would
             be
             unable
             to
             purchase
             it
             .
             They
             value
             themselves
             greatly
             upon
             the
             sweetness
             of
             their
             Pork
             ,
             which
             is
             indeed
             lushious
             ,
             but
             as
             flabby
             as
             the
             Flesh
             of
             one
             just
             risen
             from
             a
             Flux
             ,
             and
             ought
             to
             be
             forbid
             in
             all
             hot
             Countries
             (
             as
             amongst
             the
             Iews
             )
             for
             the
             prevention
             of
             
               Leprosie
               ,
               Scurvy
            
             ,
             and
             other
             Distempers
             ,
             of
             which
             it
             is
             a
             great
             occasion
             .
          
           
             There
             is
             very
             little
             Veal
             ,
             and
             that
             Lean
             ;
             for
             in
             England
             you
             may
             Nurse
             four
             Children
             much
             cheaper
             than
             you
             can
             one
             Calf
             in
             Iamaica
             .
             They
             have
             course
             Teal
             ,
             almost
             as
             big
             as
             
               English
               Ducks
            
             ;
             and
             
               Moscovy
               Ducks
            
             as
             big
             as
             Geese
             ;
             But
             as
             for
             their
             Geese
             ,
             they
             may
             be
             all
             Swans
             ,
             for
             I
             never
             see
             one
             in
             the
             Island
             .
          
           
             There
             are
             sundry
             sorts
             of
             Fish
             ,
             under
             Indian
             Names
             ,
             without
             Scales
             ,
             and
             of
             a
             
               Serpentine
               Complection
            
             ;
             they
             Eate
             as
             dry
             as
             a
             Shad
             ,
             and
             much
             stronger
             than
             stale
             Herrings
             or
             
               Old
               Ling
            
             ;
             with
             Oyl'd
             Butter
             to
             the
             Sause
             as
             rank
             as
             Goose-grease
             ,
             improv'd
             with
             the
             palatable
             Relish
             of
             a
             stinking
             Anchove
             .
          
           
           
             They
             make
             a
             rare
             Soop
             they
             call
             Pepper-pot
             ;
             it
             s
             an
             excellent
             Breakfast
             for
             a
             Salamander
             ,
             or
             a
             good
             preparative
             for
             a
             
               Mountebanks
               Agent
            
             ,
             who
             Eats
             Fire
             one
             day
             ,
             that
             he
             may
             get
             better
             Victuals
             the
             next
             .
             Three
             Spoonfuls
             so
             Inflam'd
             my
             Mouth
             ,
             that
             had
             I
             devour'd
             a
             Peck
             of
             Horse-Radish
             ,
             and
             Drank
             after
             it
             a
             Gallon
             of
             Brandy
             and
             Gunpouder
             ,
             (
             Dives
             like
             )
             I
             could
             not
             have
             been
             more
             importunate
             for
             a
             Drop
             of
             Water
             to
             coole
             my
             Tongue
             .
          
           
             They
             greatly
             abound
             in
             a
             Beautiful
             Fruit
             ,
             call'd
             ,
             a
             Cussue
             ,
             not
             unlike
             an
             Apple
             ,
             but
             longer
             ;
             its
             soft
             and
             very
             Juicy
             ,
             but
             so
             great
             an
             Acid
             ,
             and
             of
             a
             Nature
             so
             Restringent
             ,
             that
             by
             Eating
             of
             one
             ,
             it
             drew
             up
             my
             Mouth
             like
             a
             
               Hens
               Fundament
            
             ,
             and
             made
             my
             Palate
             as
             Rough
             ,
             and
             Tongue
             as
             Sore
             as
             if
             I
             had
             been
             Gargling
             it
             with
             Alum-Water
             :
             From
             whence
             I
             conjecture
             ,
             they
             are
             a
             much
             fitter
             Fruit
             to
             recover
             
               Lost
               Maidenbeads
            
             ,
             properly
             apply'd
             ,
             than
             to
             be
             Eaten
             .
             Of
             Water-Mellons
             and
             Mus-Mellons
             they
             have
             plenty
             ;
             the
             former
             is
             of
             as
             cold
             a
             quality
             as
             a
             Coucumer
             ,
             and
             will
             dissolve
             in
             your
             Mouth
             like
             Ice
             in
             a
             hot
             Frying-pan
             ,
             being
             as
             Pleasant
             to
             the
             Eater
             (
             and
             ,
             I
             believe
             ,
             as
             Wholsom
             )
             as
             a
             Cup
             of
             Rock-Water
             to
             a
             Man
             in
             a
             
               Hectick
               Feavour
            
             :
             The
             latter
             are
             larg
             and
             lushious
             ,
             but
             much
             too
             watery
             to
             be
             good
             .
          
           
             Coco-Nuts
             ,
             and
             Physick-Nuts
             are
             in
             great
             esteem
             amongst
             the
             Inhabitants
             ;
             the
             former
             they
             reckon
             
               Meat
               ,
               Drink
            
             ,
             and
             Cloth
             ,
             but
             the
             Eatable
             part
             is
             secur'd
             within
             so
             strong
             a
             Magazeen
             ,
             that
             it
             requires
             a
             lusty
             Carpenter
             ,
             well
             Arm'd
             with
             Ax
             and
             Hand-saw
             ,
             to
             hew
             a
             passage
             to
             the
             Kernel
             ,
             and
             when
             he
             has
             done
             ,
             it
             will
             not
             recompence
             his
             Labour
             .
             The
             latter
             is
             big
             as
             a
             Filbert
             ,
             but
             (
             like
             a
             
               Beautiful
               Woman
            
             well
             Drest
             ,
             and
             Infectious
             )
             if
             you
             venture
             to
             Tast
             ,
             is
             of
             ill
             consequence
             :
             Their
             Shell
             is
             Black
             ,
             and
             Iapan'd
             by
             Nature
             ,
             exceeding
             Art
             ;
             the
             Kernel
             White
             ,
             and
             extream
             Pleasant
             to
             the
             Palat
             ,
             but
             of
             so
             powerful
             an
             Operation
             ,
             that
             by
             taking
             two
             ,
             my
             Guts
             were
             Swep
             as
             clean
             ,
             as
             ever
             
               Tom-T
               —
               d-man
            
             made
             a
             Vault
             ,
             or
             any
             of
             the
             
               Black
               Fraternity
            
             a
             Chimney
             .
          
           
             They
             have
             
               Oranges
               ,
               Lemons
               ,
               Limes
            
             ,
             and
             several
             other
             Fruits
             ,
             as
             Sharp
             and
             Crabbed
             as
             themselves
             ,
             not
             given
             them
             as
             a
             Blessing
             ,
             but
             a
             Curse
             ;
             for
             Eating
             so
             many
             sower
             things
             ,
             Generates
             a
             
               Corroding
               Slime
            
             in
             the
             Bowels
             ,
             and
             is
             one
             great
             occasion
             of
             that
             Fatal
             and
             Intolerable
             Distemper
             ,
             
               The
               Dry
               Belly-Ach
            
             ;
             which
             in
             a
             Fortnight
             ,
             or
             Three
             Weeks
             ,
             takes
             away
             the
             use
             of
             their
             Limbs
             ,
             that
             they
             are
             forc'd
             to
             be
             led
             about
             by
             Negro's
             .
             A
             Man
             under
             this
             Misery
             ,
             may
             be
             said
             to
             be
             the
             Scutchion
             of
             the
             Island
             ,
             the
             Complection
             of
             the
             Patient
             being
             the
             Field
             ,
             bearing
             Of
             ,
             Charg'd
             with
             all
             the
             Emblems
             of
             Destruction
             ,
             proper
             ;
             supported
             by
             
               Two
               Devils
               ,
               Sable
            
             ;
             and
             Death
             the
             
               Crest
               ,
               Argent
            
             .
             Many
             other
             Fruits
             there
             are
             ,
             that
             are
             neither
             worth
             Eating
             ,
             Naming
             ,
             or
             Describing
             :
             Some
             that
             are
             never
             Tasted
             but
             in
             a
             Drouth
             ,
             and
             others
             in
             a
             Famin.
             
          
        
         
           
             Of
             
               Port
               Royal.
            
             
          
           
             IT
             is
             an
             Island
             distinct
             from
             the
             Main
             of
             Iamaica
             ,
             tho'
             before
             the
             Earthquake
             ,
             it
             joyn'd
             by
             a
             Neck
             of
             Land
             to
             the
             Palisados
             ,
             but
             was
             seperated
             by
             the
             violence
             of
             an
             Inundation
             (
             thro'
             God's
             Mercy
             )
             to
             prevent
             the
             Wickedness
             of
             their
             Metropolis
             defusing
             it self
             ,
             by
             Communication
             ,
             over
             all
             the
             Parts
             of
             the
             Country
             ,
             and
             so
             call
             that
             Judgment
             upon
             the
             Whole
             ,
             which
             fell
             more
             perticularly
             upon
             the
             Sinfulest
             part
             .
          
           
             From
             a
             Spaceous
             fine
             Built
             Town
             (
             according
             to
             Report
             )
             it
             is
             now
             reduc'd
             ,
             by
             the
             encroachments
             of
             the
             Sea
             ,
             to
             a
             little
             above
             a
             quarter
             of
             a
             Mile
             in
             Length
             ,
             and
             about
             half
             so
             much
             the
             Breadth
             ,
             having
             so
             few
             remains
             left
             of
             its
             former
             splendour
             ,
             I
             could
             think
             no
             otherwise
             ,
             but
             that
             every
             Travellour
             who
             had
             given
             its
             Description
             ,
             made
             large
             use
             of
             his
             License
             .
             The
             Houses
             are
             low
             ,
             little
             ,
             and
             irregular
             ;
             and
             if
             I
             compare
             the
             Best
             of
             their
             Streets
             in
             
               Port
               Royal
            
             ,
             to
             the
             Fag-End
             of
             Kent-street
             ,
             where
             the
             Broom-men
             Live
             ,
             I
             do
             them
             more
             than
             Justice
             .
          
           
           
             About
             Ten
             a
             Clock
             in
             the
             Morning
             ,
             their
             Nostills
             are
             saluted
             with
             a
             Land-Breeze
             ,
             which
             Blowing
             o'er
             the
             Island
             ,
             searches
             the
             Bowels
             of
             the
             Mountains
             (
             being
             always
             crack'd
             and
             full
             of
             vents
             ,
             by
             reason
             of
             excessive
             Heat
             )
             bringing
             along
             with
             it
             such
             
               Sulphorous
               Vapours
            
             ,
             that
             I
             have
             fear'd
             the
             whole
             Island
             would
             have
             burst
             out
             into
             a
             Flaming
             AEtna
             ,
             or
             have
             stiffled
             us
             with
             Suffocating
             Fumes
             ,
             like
             that
             of
             melted
             Minerals
             and
             Brimstone
             .
          
           
             In
             the
             Afternoon
             ,
             about
             Four
             a
             Clock
             ,
             they
             might
             have
             the
             refreshment
             of
             a
             Sea-Breeze
             ,
             but
             suffering
             the
             Negros
             to
             carry
             all
             their
             Nastiness
             to
             Windward
             of
             the
             Town
             ,
             that
             the
             Nauseous
             Efluvias
             which
             arise
             from
             their
             stinking
             Dunghills
             ,
             are
             blown
             in
             upon
             them
             thus
             what
             they
             might
             enjoy
             is
             a
             Blessing
             ,
             they
             Ingratefully
             pervert
             by
             their
             own
             〈…〉
             .
          
           
             They
             have
             a
             Church
             't
             is
             true
             ,
             but
             built
             rather
             like
             a
             Market-House
             ;
             and
             when
             the
             Flock
             are
             in
             their
             Pens
             ,
             and
             the
             Pastor
             Exalted
             to
             over-look
             his
             Sheep
             ,
             I
             took
             a
             Survey
             round
             me
             ,
             and
             saw
             more
             variety
             of
             Scare-Crows
             than
             ever
             was
             seen
             at
             the
             Feast
             of
             Vgly-Faces
             .
          
           
             Every
             thing
             is
             very
             Dear
             ,
             and
             an
             Ingenious
             or
             an
             Honest
             Man
             may
             meet
             with
             this
             Encouragement
             ,
             To
             spend
             a
             Hundred
             Pounds
             before
             he
             shall
             get
             a
             Penny.
             Medera-Wine
             and
             Bottle-Beer
             are
             Fifteen
             Pence
             the
             Bottle
             ;
             nasty
             Clarrat
             ,
             half
             a
             Crown
             ;
             Rennish
             ,
             Five
             Shillings
             ;
             and
             their
             best
             Canary
             ,
             Ten
             Bits
             ,
             or
             Six
             and
             Three
             Pence
             .
             They
             have
             this
             Pleasure
             in
             Drinking
             ,
             That
             what
             they
             put
             into
             their
             Bellies
             ,
             they
             may
             soon
             stroak
             out
             of
             their
             Fingers
             Ends
             ;
             for
             instead
             of
             Exonerating
             they
             Fart
             ,
             and
             Sweat
             instead
             of
             Pissing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Of
             the
             PEOPLE
             .
          
           
             THE
             generality
             of
             the
             Men
             look
             as
             if
             they
             had
             just
             nock'd
             off
             their
             Fetters
             ,
             and
             by
             an
             unexpected
             Providence
             ,
             escap'd
             the
             danger
             of
             a
             near
             Misfortune
             ,
             the
             dread
             of
             which
             ,
             hath
             imprinted
             that
             in
             their
             Looks
             ,
             which
             they
             can
             no
             more
             alter
             than
             an
             Etheopian
             can
             his
             Colour
             .
          
           
             They
             are
             all
             
               Colonels
               ,
               Majors
               ,
               Captains
               ,
               Lieutenants
               ,
            
             and
             Ensigns
             ,
             the
             two
             last
             being
             held
             in
             such
             disdain
             ,
             that
             they
             are
             look'd
             upon
             as
             a
             
               Bungling
               Diver
            
             amongst
             a
             Gang
             of
             Expert
             Pick-pockets
             〈…〉
             being
             〈…〉
             .
          
           
             They
             regard
             nothing
             but
             Money
             ,
             〈…〉
             not
             how
             they
             got
             it
             ,
             there
             being
             no
             other
             Felicity
             to
             be
             enjoy'd
             but
             purely
             Riches
             .
             They
             are
             very
             Civil
             to
             Strangers
             who
             bring
             over
             considerable
             Effects
             ;
             and
             will
             try
             a
             great
             many
             ways
             to
             Kill
             him
             farely
             ,
             for
             the
             lucre
             of
             his
             Cargo
             :
             And
             many
             have
             been
             made
             Rich
             by
             such
             Windfalls
             .
          
           
             A
             Broken
             Apothecary
             will
             make
             there
             a
             Topping
             Physician
             ;
             a
             
               Barbers
               Prentice
            
             ,
             a
             good
             Surgeon
             ;
             a
             
               Bailiffs
               Follower
            
             ,
             a
             passable
             Lawyer
             ,
             and
             an
             
               English
               Knave
            
             ,
             a
             very
             
               Honest
               Fellow
            
             .
          
           
             They
             have
             so
             great
             a
             veneration
             for
             Religion
             ,
             That
             Bibles
             and
             
               Common
               Prayer
               Books
            
             are
             as
             good
             a
             Commodity
             amongst
             them
             ,
             as
             Muffs
             and
             Warming-pans
             .
          
           
             A
             little
             Reputation
             among
             the
             Women
             ,
             goes
             a
             great
             way
             ;
             and
             if
             their
             Actions
             be
             answerable
             to
             their
             Looks
             ,
             they
             may
             vie
             Wickedness
             with
             the
             Devil
             :
             An
             
               Impudent
               Air
            
             ,
             being
             the
             only
             Charms
             of
             their
             Countenance
             ,
             and
             a
             
               Lewd
               Carriage
            
             ,
             the
             
               Studi'd
               Grace
            
             of
             their
             Deportment
             .
             They
             are
             such
             wh●
             have
             been
             Scandalous
             in
             England
             to
             the
             utmost
             degre
             ,
             either
             Transported
             by
             the
             State
             ,
             or
             led
             by
             their
             
               Vicious
               Inclinations
            
             ,
             where
             they
             may
             be
             Wicked
             without
             Shame
             ,
             and
             Whore
             on
             without
             Punishment
             .
          
           
             They
             are
             Stigmatiz'd
             with
             Nick-Names
             ,
             which
             they
             bear
             ,
             not
             with
             Patien
             〈…〉
             ly
             ,
             but
             with
             Pride
             ,
             as
             
               Vnconscionable
               〈◊〉
               ,
               Salt-Beef
               Peg
               ,
               Buttock
               de
               -
               〈◊〉
               Ienny
               ,
            
             &c.
             
             
               Swearing
               ,
               Drinking
            
             ,
             and
             
               Obscene
               Talk
            
             are
             the
             principal
             Qualifications
             that
             render
             them
             acceptable
             to
             
               Male
               Conversation
            
             ,
             and
             she
             that
             〈◊〉
             a
             perfection
             in
             these
             admirable
             acquirments
             ,
             shall
             be
             as
             much
             Redicul'd
             for
             her
             Modesty
             ,
             as
             a
             
               Plain-dealing
               Man
            
             amongst
             a
             Gang
             of
             Knaves
             ,
             for
             his
             Honesty
             .
          
           
             In
             short
             ,
             Virtue
             is
             so
             Despis'd
             ,
             and
             all
             sorts
             of
             
               Vice
               Encourag'd
            
             ,
             by
             both
             Sexes
             ,
             that
             the
             Town
             of
             
               Port
               Royal
            
             is
             the
             very
             Sodom
             of
             the
             Universe
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .