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making any the least mention of the crime of sucli a murtlier ; 

 but lie seeing, that I could not he pushed from the interest of the 

 estate, apioeared to grow tired, and sent old Mr. Dennis Eussel 

 to me with proposals of peace, and upon which he would sit 

 quiet ; I answer'd that if he would himself compose articles, he 

 might be assured I should come into them, so farr as they were 

 reasonable, which ended with my signing, with very little 

 amendments, in hopes of peace, and of which agreement he took 

 his advantages. But to his dying day he continued the same 

 man. In order to his retiring to his estate in the country, and 

 leaving me at quiet, as he pretended (but never did), amongst 

 other particulars, I obliged myself to provide him a curate, at 

 £30 a year salary, but which not being done, I remember it was 

 about the time of my yearly going down to Falmouth, that he 

 reminded me of such my obligation by letter. Soon after which 

 I met with a younge parson in the street, whom I stop't, asking 

 him if he was in business, who answering in the negative, I 

 further questioning him as to his being in priests orders, and 

 his testimonials, he answer'd the first in the affirmative, and 

 that he could have satisfactory testimonials from Oxford. This 

 was the Mr. Tilliard afore-mention'd. I desired him to come to 

 me the next morning, so we parted. And coming accordingly, and 

 finding him to be a natural genius, and of elocution, — it was 

 the beginning of May, that I told him of my setting out the 

 next day for Falmouth, — I could say nothing more to him for 

 the present, but that if he would provide himself with such 

 testimonials to my Lady Killigrew's liking, and bring me a 

 letter from her, he should be curate at Falmouth at £30 a year 

 salary, and so dismissed him, acquainting Mr. Quarme with 

 what I had done, towards complying with such my obligation, 

 and who with reason dayly expected his coming ; but not doing 

 so, in about a month's time I desired my Lady Killigrew to let 

 me know if he had been with her, who answer'd, that she had 

 neither heard nor seen anything of him since I went ; and, 

 waiting in expectation of him another month, I gave over the 

 thoughts of him, as if I had never seen him. Nor then in the 

 beginning of August did I give any attention to a foolish story 

 brought me of a strolling parson's lying dead drunk in the 

 streets of Penryn. The roguish boys had pull'd off and carried 

 away his breeches ; but the third day I was surprised with the 



