At last one morning they pushed out from the side of the Bridgwater Merchant, more limp than ever.
It looked on all the windings of Parret river, and there would I soon know if landing was to be made for attack on Bridgwater.
Well, when we marched out of Bridgwater at nightfall nothing would serve but he must go too.
At Bridgwater we have received a welcome only second to that of Taunton.
A third instance is taken from the Court roll of the manor of Chedzoy, near Bridgwater.
