ed the Sailor), I beg your pardon! hope no offence! But I was told just now, by a gentleman, that he is rigged much in the same trim as you are; so that I did not know but you might be him.—Have you any dispatches for his majesty, demands the nobleman, that you are in such quest of him.—Spatches! yes, sir, quoth Jack, I have; I have a letter for him, and must deliver it into his own hand, if I can find him.'——The nobleman imagining that there might be something more than common in this reincounter, told them, that if they pleased he would go back with them, and not only show them the King, but would also introduce them to him. Upon which the sailors thanked him for his good-will, and away they went together. When they came to about the middle of the Mall, they met his Majesty; and the nobleman going up to him, in a low voice, acquainted him with what had passed between him and the sailors; and pointing to them, desired his Majesty would please to permit them to deliver their letter to him.—By all means, my
