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there is on the top of it an house and chapel with a 

 tower, where Mr. St. Aubyn Hves; below is a pretty 

 little key to receive small vessels. Penryn is one of the 

 handsomest towns in Cornwall, situate upon an hiU, 

 excellently well watered, having water running in wooden 

 pipes through the streets, and at intervals cisterns to 

 receive it ; and it is so contrived, that what overflows the 

 cistern, runs into another wooden pipe, and so inter- 

 changeably down the hill; besides this, almost every 

 house hath spring-water, a garden, and an orchard to 

 itself. It is a borough, and hath a mayor and twelve 

 aldermen. The mayor of Penryn uses to write himself 

 mayor of Falmouth. 



Thursday, July the 3d, we rode to a newly-erected 

 town, which they have named Falmouth. The king hath 

 lately made it a corporation. The country people round 

 about call it Penny-come-quick, and tell this story of it. 

 Within less than forty years there was here no house at 

 all, but a certain person building a little one, a servant 

 of one Mr. Pendarvis came and dwelt in it ; upon which 

 that gentleman bid his servant brew a little ale, and on 

 such a day he promised to come with some gentlemen, 

 and help her to some money by drinking it up. The 

 servant obeyed her master's orders ; but, in the mean 

 time, a Dutch vessel came into the harbour, and the crew 

 calling at the house, drank out all the ale. Mr. Pendarvis 

 came with his friends at the day appointed, and calling 

 for some drink, his servant told him she had none. Her 

 master expostulating with her, she told him what had 

 passed, and said, " truly master, the ^enny came so quick, 

 I could not deny them." Thence had the town both its 

 original and name. It is now become a great place, and 

 belongs all to Sir Peter KiUigrew, who is now building a 

 church there. It consists chiefly of ale-houses, and 

 depends upon the haven ; the Dutch used much to 

 frequent it. From Falmouth we passed three ferries, and 

 rode to St. Michael upon Kevill, where we lodged one 

 night. We saw there Mr. Boscawen's new house, the 



