A few evenings ago the son of a tradesman in Fetter-lane, with another young fellow, an intimate companion, returned to their friends after having been absent from the 14th of last month, during which time, though repeatedly advertised, no tidings of them could qe heard. The account they gave of themselves was as follows: That they went on the day they were missed to Brentford, and returning in a boat to Black-Friars Bridge were there pressed, together with the watermen who rowed them, and carried from thence to Woolwich; that at Woolwich they were put on board a vessel (amongst a number of other pressed men) which conveyed them all to Spithead, were they were delivered over to the Foudroyant man of war. The two watermen immediately entered themselves as able seamen; and the young fellows, giving up all hopes of escaping, did the same a few days after as land-men. After they had entered they obtained permission to come on shore, with some of the ship's crew, to buy a chest; and returned on board. Seeming now to be quite reconciled to their fate, they enjoyed more liberty, and one day coming on shore with only a couple of sailors, they found means to drop them, and through bye-roads, and almost pennyless (having laid out what little they had for the chest) they happily made their escape to London.
