 the air in Wales performs that cure which the physicians attribute to the goat's milk—in a short time he found himself in perfect health.
I should not have mentioned this circumstance so minutely had I not designed to introduce Father Fitzgibbon, who was superior of this convent, to the reader, and I should not have introduced Father Fitzgibbon to the reader if I had not had a material reason for it.

This friar was, as I have said, a native of Ireland. He was of a good family, but being a younger brother, he quitted Dublin and went to Bath—the usual market—in search of a fortune. There he contrived to lodge in the same house, where lodged also an ancient lady and her daughter, the widow and heiress of an old hunks, who had amassed a large fortune by boiling blubber at Deptford. It was immaterial to him which he married, but he was determined upon one of them, and that one should be her who was richest. This his intelligencers informed him was the daughter, who being very ignorant and conceited, and besides beset hard, yielded upon easier terms than marriage, which conditions the Irishman did not boggle about, because for why, said he,
'sure can't I make you very happy after I have ruined you for ever.'

The appointment being made when and where this forward young lady, for the first time, was to yield up the possession of her person to her intended husband, Fitzgibbon, which is not extraordinary in an Irishman, made a blunder; for, mistaking his way, instead of Miss's room, he got into her mamma's, who expected a gallant likewise.
Before the morning they discovered their mutual mistake, and before the next morning Fitgibbon,

prevailed on the old lady to rob the young lady of her fortune, with which they set off for France, and of which money, three years after, when this antiquated Venus died, he had just enough left to purchase a commission in the Irish brigades. To be brief: After much riotous conduct, and many misdemeanours, he was broken, when the church,—which is in France something like what we say in England of the sea and the gallows—received him.
He had been superior of this convent of Benedictines four years, and at the end of three more he was to visit his own country for a twelvemonth, when he assured our hero he would spend a month with him in England.
For a few hours, at a time of vacant hilarity, Charles could not be in more agreeable company. He laid himself out
