“O dear no, sir; perfectly mistaken, sir: is no American, sir:—from Salamanca, sir; the gentleman is a Salamancan Spaniard.”  The waiter at length informed us that he had laid the table, and that perhaps it would be agreeable to us to dine together: we instantly assented.  I found my new acquaintance in many respects a most agreeable companion: he soon told me his history.  He was a planter, and, from what he hinted, just come to his property.  He was part owner of a large vessel which traded between Charleston and Gibraltar, and the yellow fever having just broken out at the former place, he had determined to take a trip (his first) to Europe in this ship; having, as he said, already visited every state in the Union, and seen all that was to be seen there.  He described to me, in a very naïve and original manner, his sensations on passing by Tarifa, which was the first walled town he had ever seen.  I related to him the history of that place, to which he listened with great attention.  He made divers attempts to learn from me who I was; all of which I evaded, though he seemed fully convinced that I was an American; and amongst other things asked me whether my father had not been American consul at Seville.  What, however, most perplexed him was my understanding Moorish and Gaelic, which he had heard me speak respectively to the hamalos and the Irish woman, the latter of whom, as he said, had told him that I was a fairy man.  At last he introduced the subject of religion, and spoke with much contempt of revelation, avowing himself a deist; he was evidently very anxious to hear my opinion, but here again I evaded him, and contented myself with asking him, whether he had ever read the Bible.  He said he had not; but that he was well acquainted with the writings of Volney and Mirabeau.  I made no answer; whereupon he added, that it was by no means his habit to introduce such subjects, and that there were very few persons to whom he would speak so unreservedly, but that I had very much interested him, though our acquaintance had been short.  I replied, that he would scarcely have spoken at Boston in the manner that I had just heard him, and that it was easy to perceive that he was not a New Englander.  “I assure you,” said he, “I should as little have thought of speaking so at Charleston, for if I held such conversation there