7. — There was among the other captives in Morocco, one Bernard 

 Bausset, a youth about twenty-five years of age, and one of the family of 

 the Baussets, ancient consuls of Marseilles and born in the town of 

 Aubaigne in Provence ; he had the keeping of the King's Pages' Clothes 

 and Arms, and of the Stores laid up at the first gate of the Seraglio ; 

 besides which, he taught two of the king's children to speak Spanish. 

 That prince having taken a liking to, and desiring to raise him higher than 

 the Christian religion would allow of; he tried all possible means to 

 oblige him to become a Mahometan, and perceiving he could not prevail 

 by fair means, very often had recourse to severity and ill usage. Being 

 one day highly provoked at his constancy, and laying hold of the pre- 

 tence of two or three bits of straw he saw lying before him, and of 

 Bausset's neglecting to cause the way between the two gates of the 

 Seraglio to be swept, he caused him to be stripped stark naked, and two 

 blacks, with each of them a handful of leather straps to give him above 



7. (Eaton,') — In part Paragraph 6 and ending with Paragraph 12, Moore says, 

 " having thus mentioned the king of Morocca, give me leave to entertain you with the 

 following story, &c.," read ending with Paragraph 12. I think it amounts to some- 

 thing more than a story, I will endeavour to weigh it in the scales of truth and see if it 

 proves wanting. A youth about twenty-five years of age, &c. There are some of our 

 English bonny buxom lasses, who would not mind taking this "youth" of twenty-five 

 years of age into captivily and making a jolly good husband of him, it is certain he has 

 some good properties about him. A Mahometan trying to make a Christian a Maho- 

 metan very natural proves him zealous, as we Christians are to make Mahometans 

 Christians, and praiseworthy on both parts. But who stole his meals? Were it those 

 who prayed for him ? which you will read by and bye. Again, a wall three hands 

 thick, was it made of mud ? The lyons undermined, did they burrow like rabbits ? 

 Again, he ran and leaped in among four lyons of monstrous size, who had not been fed 

 for three days. He was more pluckey than I should have been, for if I was ordered to 

 be hung to-morrow, I should confer the honour on the Sheriff", or some of his partners, 

 to carry me to the gallows ; not being desirous of accelerating, aiding, or assisting my 

 own destruction, if there by hook or by crook, with the utmost courtesey and politeness, 

 solicit the favour from the finisher, polisher, or who gives the finishing touch to the 

 law, to have the kindness to place the rope under my arms, as I was rather ticklish 

 about my neck. Again, we were all at prayers. Who were all at prayers ? — Maho- 

 metans praying for a Christian, utterly impossible. Again, made holes through the 

 wall, this is why I asked in a former part if the walls were made of mud, if of stone, 

 these people would have been very useful at Sevastapool, or any strong fortified place, 

 at a seige — impossible. Again, a Spanish woman, having a abundance of wit without 

 the least immorality, gained the king's affections. I have nothing to say here, simply 

 very natural, only the difference of religion ; besides it will give ms time to think the 

 more. This woman had the charge of the king's pigeons and fed the lyons, kept them 

 three days without food, a wide contrast between feeding pigeons and lyons, she must 

 have been a man of all work, I think anything but a tender hearted one. There is not 

 any account given of her that she was fond of reading novels, otherwise 1 should think, 

 as we have it recorded, when the husband exclaimed, when he found the scrubbing 

 brush in the beef-steak pie, " Was not she a tidy one." Again, all the Pages ran and 

 left the king alone, "query," at all events not veiy accomplish Pages, or an easy, soft, 

 merciful behaved Mahometan king — I think this " wo'nt " do ; Bausset leaped in at 

 four came out at nine. This is called a story, I believe it goes further, and may with 

 truth be set down as a downright lie ; call things by their proper names, then I do not 

 care what you call them. I do not aocuse Mr. Moore of telling a lie, he distinctly 

 states he copied it out of the Sicur Mouette, in his travels through that kingdom. The 

 only part worthy of notice, as Mr. Moore observes, is, it shews that even kings have 

 been proud to confer the greatest fa^vors upon those who were no more than the keepers 

 of their pigeons. 



