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A sturdy Beggar meeting a high Com∣mander of the long Parliament Army (un∣der whom he was a Souldier) began to be∣seech his Honors Charity upon a poor crip∣pl'd Souldier, that had lost his Blood and Limbs in the States Service: The Offi∣cer very gravely answer'd him, He had not for him: God bless your Honor, for although you are not in humor to supply my wants at this present, I am ever bound to pray for your Honour, because you have saved my Life; at which word, his Ho∣nor vouchsaf'd to look back, and ask'd him where, and how he had sav'd his Life? To which the Beggar replied, Your Ho∣nour may Remember, when you fled into the Saw-pit, I followed you, or else I had stood to, and been Slain, I thank your good Honour.