(367.)
Two Jesuits sitting in a Coffee house, told a great many forreign stories, which a Gentleman, and a great Traveller sitting by, knew to be noto∣rous lies, but contradicted them not; but told one of his own makeing, which was, that now is to be seen at St. Albans, a Stone Trough, which that Saint kept a long time to preserve water for his necessary use, and that ever since if Swine should eat anie thing out of it, they would die instantly; the Jesuits hearing this, resolved the next day to ride and see this holy Relict: coming to St. Albans, they found no such matter; and returning home, taxt the Gentleman with telling such an untruth, saying, they had taken pains to ride and see it, but found no such thing: Gentlemen, said he, I thought you had been more civil; you told me the other night an hundred palpable lies, and I went not about to disprove you, and I told you but one, and you, by your own confession, have rid twen∣ty miles to do it.