possible for any who had ever seen her to forget
her. He enquired of one of the Under-keepers, if the Name of the Prisoner lately
arrived was not Mathews; to which he was answered that her Name was not Mathews
but Vincent, and that she was committed for Murder.
    The latter Part of this Information made Mr. Booth suspect his Memory more
than the former: for it was very possible that she might have changed her Name;
but he hardly thought she could so far have changed her Nature as to be guilty
of a Crime so very incongruous with her former gentle Manners: for Miss Mathews
had both the Birth and Education of a Gentlewoman. He concluded, therefore, that
he was certainly mistaken, and rested satisfied without any further Enquiry.
 

                                   Chapter V

       Containing certain Adventures which befel Mr. Booth in the Prison.

The Remainder of the Day Mr. Booth spent in melancholy Contemplation on his
present Condition. He was destitute of the common Necessaries of Life, and
consequently unable to subsist where he was; nor was there a single Person in
Town to whom he could with any reasonable Hope apply for his Delivery. Grief for
some time banished the Thoughts of Food from his Mind; but, in the Morning,
Nature began to grow uneasy for want of her usual Nourishment: for he had not
eat a Morsel during the last forty Hours. A penny Loaf, which is, it seems, the
ordinary Allowance to the Prisoners in Bridewell, was now delivered him; and
while he was eating this, a Man brought him a little Packet sealed up, informing
him that it came by a Messenger who said it required no Answer.
    Mr. Booth now opened his Packet, and after unfolding several Pieces of blank
Paper successively, at last discovered a Guinea, wrapt with great Care in the
innermost Paper. He was vastly surprised at this Sight, as he had few, if any
Friends, from whom he could expect such a Favour, slight as it was; and not one
of his Friends, as he was apprized, knew of his Confinement. As there was no
Direction to the Packet, nor a Word of Writing contained in it, he began to
suspect that it was delivered to the wrong Person; and, being one of the most
untainted Honesty, he found out the Man who gave it to him, and again examined
him concerning the Person who brought it, and the Message delivered with it. The
Man assured Booth that he had made no Mistake; saying, »If your Name is Booth,
Sir, I am positive you are the Gentleman to whom