“Barcelonaes Bueno,
    Si la Bolsa fueno;
    Sueno o no fueno;
    Barcelonaes Bueno.”

I will not translate what, I am sure, you will understand the sense of much better than you will think I experienced the truth.  I hope, however, to have done with my misfortunes; for I am going to visit a spot inhabited by virtuous and retired men; a place, according to all reports, cut out by nature for such who are able to sequester themselves from all worldly concerns; and from such strangers as they are I am sure I shall meet with more charity for they deal in nothing else than I met with humanity or politeness at Barcelona.

P.S. I should have told you, that before Sir Thomas Gascoyne left this town, he sent a polite message, to desire to take leave of me and my family:  I therefore waited upon him; and as he proposed visiting Gibraltar, I troubled him with a letter to my son, then on that duty; and was sorry soon after to find that my son had left the garrison before Sir Thomas could arrive at it.  If you ask me how Sir Thomas Gascoyne ventured to make so great a tour through a country so aukwardly circumstanced for travellers in general, and strangers in particular, I can only say, that when I saw him he had but just began his long journey, and that he had every advantage which religion and fortune could give him.  I had none:  he travelled with two coaches, two sets of horses, two saddle mules, and was protected by a train of servants.  I had religion, (but it was a bad one in that country) and only one footman, who strictly maintained his character, for he always walked.  Indeed, it is the fashion of all Spanish gentlemen to be followed by their servant on foot.  I therefore travelled like a Spaniard; Sir Thomas like an Englishman.  The whole city of Barcelona was in an uproar the morning Sir Thomas’s two coaches set off; and I heard, with concern, that they both broke down before they got half way to Valencia; but, with pleasure, by a polite letter soon after from Mr. Swinburne, that they got so far in perfect health.

I am, dear Sir, &c.

P.S. Before I quit Barcelona, it will be but just to say, that it is a good city, has a fine mole, and a noble citadel, beside Monjuique, a strong fort, which stands on a high hill, and which commands the town as well as the harbour.  The town is very large and strongly fortified, stands in a large plain, and is encompassed with a semi-circular range of high hills, rather than mountains, which form un coup-d’oeil, that is very pleasing, as not only the sides of the hills are adorned with a great number of country houses, but the plain also affords a great many, beside several little villages.  The roads too near the town are very good.  As to the city itself, it is rather well built in general, than abounding with any particular fine buildings.  The Inquisition has nothing to boast of now, either within or without, having (fortunately for the public)