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<h1 class='c001'><span class='color_red'>GIPHANTIA:</span><br/> <br/> <span class='large'>OR</span><br/> <br/> <span class='xlarge'>A VIEW of<br/> <br/> <span class='color_red'><span class='sc'>What</span> HAS PASSED,<br/> <span class='sc'>What</span> IS NOW PASSING,</span><br/> <br/> And, during the <span class='fss'>PRESENT</span> Century,<br/> <br/> <span class='color_red'><span class='sc'>What</span> WILL PASS,</span><br/> <br/> IN THE WORLD.</span></h1></div>
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<div>Translated from the original <span class='sc'>French</span>,</div>
<div>With explanatory Notes.</div>
<div class='c002'><span class='color_red'>LONDON.</span></div>
<div class='c003'>Printed for <span class='sc'>Robert Horsfield</span>, in</div>
<div><em>Ludgate-Street</em>. 1761.</div>
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<h2 class='c004'><span class='large'>TO THE</span><br/> <br/> Hon<sup>ble</sup> <span class='sc'>Miss</span> ROSS.</h2></div>
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<div class='line'><span class='sc'>Madam</span>,</div>
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<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c005'>Upon your hearing the other
day Giphantia much praised
by some friends, and those no ill
judges, you expressed a desire to see
it in English, as you had not, you
said, French enough to read the original.
I immediately resolved to
gratify your desire, and that very
day sat about the translation.</p>
<p class='c006'>It is now finished: and, as my
hand is not very legible, I take the
liberty to address it to you in print
with this Epistle Dedicatory; which,
as neither you, nor the Author,
want any encomiums, nor the
Translator any excuses, I shall cut
short, and beg leave to subscribe
myself with great respect and sincerity,</p>
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<div class='line'>Feb. 5,</div>
<div class='line'>1761.</div>
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<h2 class='c004'>TABLE<br/> <br/> <span class='large'>OF THE</span><br/> <br/> CHAPTERS.</h2></div>
<table class='table0' summary='TABLE OF THE CHAPTERS.'>
<tr><td class='c007' colspan='2'>PART I.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
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<td class='c008'><span class='c010'>I</span>NTRODUCTION</td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_1'>1</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. I. <span class='sc'>The Hurricane</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_4'>4</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. II. <span class='sc'>The fine Prospect</span></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. III. <span class='sc'>The Voice</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_13'>13</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. IV. <span class='sc'>The Reverse</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_16'>16</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. V. <span class='sc'>The Apparitions</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_24'>24</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. VI. <span class='sc'>The Surfaces</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_27'>27</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. VII. <span class='sc'>The Globe</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_34'>34</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. VIII. <span class='sc'>The Discourses</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_38'>38</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. IX. <span class='sc'>Happiness</span></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. X. <span class='sc'>The Hodge-Podge</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_51'>51</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XI. <span class='sc'>The Mirrour</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_56'>56</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XII. <span class='sc'>The Trial</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_63'>63</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XIII. <span class='sc'>The Talents</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_73'>73</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XIV. <span class='sc'>The Taste of the Age</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_79'>79</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XV. <span class='sc'>The Female Reasoner</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_82'>82</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XVI. <span class='sc'>The Crocodiles</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_85'>85</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XVII. <span class='sc'>The Storm</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_93'>93</SPAN></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XVIII. <span class='sc'>The Gallery</span></td>
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<td class='c008'>CHAP. XIX. <span class='sc'>The other Side of the Gallery</span></td>
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<div>GIPHANTIA.</div>
<div class='c003'><span class='xlarge'>PART <span class='fss'>THE</span> FIRST.</span></div>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>
<h2 class='c004'><span class='sc'>Introduction.</span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>No man ever had a stronger inclination
for travelling than myself. I
consider’d the whole earth as my country,
and all mankind as my brethren, and
therefore thought it incumbent upon me
to travel thro’ the earth and visit my brethren.
I have walk’d over the ruins of
the antient world, have view’d the monuments
of modern pride, and, at the
sight of all-devouring time, have wept
<span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>over both. I have often found great
folly among the nations that pass for the
most civiliz’d, and sometimes as great
wisdom among those that are counted
the most savage. I have seen small states
supported by virtue, and mighty empires
shaken by vice, whilst a mistaken
policy has been employ’d to inrich the
subjects, without any endeavours to render
them virtuous.</p>
<p class='c006'>After having gone over the whole
world and visited all the inhabitants, I find
it does not answer the pains I have taken.
I have just been reviewing my memoirs
concerning the several nations, their
prejudices, their customs and manners,
their politicks, their laws, their religion,
their history; and I have thrown them
all into the fire. It grieves me to record
such a monstrous mixture of humanity
<span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>and barbarousness, of grandeur and
meanness, of reason and folly.</p>
<p class='c006'>The small part, I have preserv’d, is
what I am now publishing. If it has
no other merit, certainly it has novelty
to recommend it.</p>
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<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. I.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Hurricane.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>I was on the borders of Guinea towards
the desarts that bound it on
the North. I contemplated the immense
wilds, the very idea of which
shocks the firmest mind. On a sudden
I was seized with an ardent desire to
penetrate into those desarts and see how
far nature denies herself to mankind.
Perhaps (said I) among these scorching
plains there is some fertile spot unknown
to the rest of the world. Perhaps I shall
find men who have neither been polished
nor corrupted by commerce with
others.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>In vain did I represent to myself the
dangers and even the almost certain
death to which such an enterprize would
expose me; I could not drive the
thought out of my head. One winter’s
day (for it was in the dog-days) the
wind being southwest, the sky clear,
and the air temperate, furnished with
something to asswage hunger and thirst,
with a glass-mask to save my eyes from
the clouds of sands, and with a compass
to guide my steps, I sate out from the
borders of Guinea and advanced into
the desart.</p>
<p class='c006'>I went on two whole days without
seeing any thing extraordinary: in the
beginning of the third I perceived all
around me nothing but a few almost
sapless shrubs and some tufts of rushes,
most of which were dried up by the heat
<span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>of the sun. These are nature’s last productions
in those barren regions; here
her teeming virtue stops, nor can life
be farther extended in those frightful
solitudes.</p>
<p class='c006'>I had scarce continued my course two
hours over a sandy soil, where the eye
meets no object but scattered rocks,
when the wind growing higher, began
to put in motion the surface of the sands.
At first, the sand only played about the
foot of the rocks and formed small waves
which lightly skimmed over the plain.
Such are the little billows which are seen
to rise and gently roll on the surface of
the water when the sea begins to grow
rough at the approach of a storm. The
sandy waves soon became larger, dashed
and broke one another; and I was exposed
to the most dreadful of hurricanes.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>Frequent whirlwinds arose, which
collecting the sands carried them in
rapid gyrations to a vast height with
horrible whistlings. Instantly after, the
sands, left to themselves, fell down in
strait lines and formed mountains.
Clouds of dust were mixed with the
clouds of the atmosphere, and heaven
and earth seemed jumbled together.
Sometimes the thickness of the whirlwinds
deprived me entirely of the light
of the sun: and sometimes red transparent
sands shone from afar: the air
appeared in a blaze, and the sky seemed
dissolved into sparks of fire.</p>
<p class='c006'>Mean time, now tossed into the air
by a sudden gust of wind, and now
hurled down by my own weight, I found
myself one while in clouds of sand, and
another while in a gulf. Every moment
<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>I should have been either buried or
dashed in pieces, had not a benevolent
Being (who will appear presently) protected
me from all harm.</p>
<p class='c006'>The terrible hurricane ceased with the
day: the night was calm, and weariness
overcoming my fears, I fell asleep.</p>
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<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>The sun was not yet risen, when
I wak’d: but the first rays enlighten’d
the east and objects began to
be visible. Sleep had recover’d my
strength and calm’d my spirits: when
I was awake, my fears return’d, and
the image of death presented itself
again to my anxious thoughts.</p>
<p class='c006'>I was standing on a high rock, from
whence I could view every thing round
me. I cast, with horror, my eyes on
that sandy region, where I thought I
should have found my grave. What
was my surprise when towards the north
I spied an even, vast and fertile plain!
<span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>From a state of the profoundest sorrow
in an instant I pass’d (which usually requires
time) to a state of the highest
joy; nature put on a new face; and the
frightful view of so many rocks confusedly
dispers’d among the sands serv’d only
to render more affecting and more agreeable
the prospect of that delightful plain,
I was going to enter. O nature! how
admirable are thy distributions! how
wisely manag’d the various scenes thou
presentest to our sight!</p>
<p class='c006'>The plants, which grow on the edge
of the plain are very small; the soil does
not yet supply sufficient moisture: but
as you advance, vegetation flourishes,
and gives them a larger size and more
height. The trees are seen to rise by
degrees and soon afford a shelter under
their boughs. At last, trees co-eval
<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>with the world appear with their tops
in the clouds and form an immense
amphitheatre which majestically displays
itself to the eyes of the traveller and
proclaims that such a habitation is not
made for mortals.</p>
<p class='c006'>Every thing seem’d new to me in this
unknown land; every thing threw me
into astonishment. Not any of Nature’s
productions which my eyes eagerly ran
over resembles those that are seen any
where else. Trees, plants, insects, reptiles,
fishes, birds, all were form’d in a
manner extraordinary, and at the same
time elegant and infinitely varied. But
what struck me with the greatest wonder,
was that an universal sensibility,
cloath’d with all imaginable forms
animated the bodies that seem’d the
least susceptible of it: even to the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>very plants all gave signs of sensation.</p>
<p class='c006'>I walk’d on slowly in this enchanted
abode. A delicious coolness kept my
senses open to the pleasure; a sweet scent
glided into my blood with the air I
breath’d; my heart beat with an unusual
force: and joy enlighten’d my
soul in its most gloomy recesses.</p>
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<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>One thing surprised me: I did not
see any inhabitants in these gardens
of delight. I know not how many ideas
disturbed my mind on that occasion,
when a voice struck my ears, uttering
these words: “Stop and look stedfastly
before thee; behold him who has inspired
thee to undertake so dangerous
a voyage.” Amazed, I looked a good
while and saw nothing: at last I perceived
a sort of spot, a kind of shade
fixed in the air a few paces from me.
I continued to look at it more attentively,
and fancied, I saw a human form
with a countenance so mild and ingaging
<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>that instead of being terrified, the sight
was to me a fresh motive of joy.</p>
<p class='c006'>I am (said the benevolent Shade) the
Prefect of this Island. Thy inclination
to Philosophy has prepossessed me in
thy favour: I have followed thee in thy
late journey and defended thee from the
hurricane. I will now show thee the
rarities of the place; and then I will
take care to restore thee safe to thy
country.</p>
<p class='c006'>This Solitude with which thou art so
charmed, stands in the midst of a tempestuous
ocean of moving sands; it is
an island surrounded with inaccessible
desarts, which no mortal can pass without
a supernatural aid. Its name is
<span class='sc'>Giphantia</span>. It was given to the elementary
spirits, the day before the Garden
<span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>of Eden was allotted to the parent
of mankind. Not that the spirits spend
their time here in ease and sloth. What
would you do, O ye feeble mortals! If
dispersed in the air, in the sea, in the
bowels of the earth, in the sphere of fire,
they did not incessantly watch for your
welfare? Without our care, the unbridled
elements would long since have
effaced all remains of the human kind.
Why cannot we preserve you entirely
from their disorderly sallies? Alass! our
power extends not so far: we cannot
totally screen you from all the evils that
surround you: we only prevent your
utter destruction.</p>
<p class='c006'>It is here the elementary spirits come
to refresh themselves after their labours;
it is here they hold their assemblies, and
concert the best measures for the administration
of the elements.</p>
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<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. IV.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Reverse.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Of all the Countries in the world
(added the Prefect) Giphantia is
the only one where nature still preserves
her primitive vigor. She is incessantly
labouring to increase the numerous tribes
of Vegetables and Animals, and to produce
new kinds. She organizes all with
admirable skill; but she does not always
succeed, in rendering them perpetual.
The Mechanism of propagation
is the master-piece of her wisdom: sometimes
she fails and her productions return
for ever into nothing. We cherish,
with our utmost care, such as are sufficiently
organized to produce their
<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>kind; and then plant them out in the
Earth.</p>
<p class='c006'>A Naturalist wonders sometimes to
find plants that had never been noticed
before: it is because we had just then
supplied the earth with them, of which
he had not the least suspicion.</p>
<p class='c006'>Sometimes also these Exotics not
meeting with a proper Climate, decay
by degrees and the species is lost. Such
are those productions which are mention’d
by the Antients and which the Moderns
complain are no where to be
found.</p>
<p class='c006'>Such a plant still subsists but has long
droop’d, and lost its qualities, and deceives
the Physician who is daily disappointed.
The Art is blam’d; it is
<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>not known that the fault is in Nature.</p>
<p class='c006'>I have now a collection of new simples
of the greatest virtue; and I should
have imparted them to mankind before
now, had there not been strong reasons
to induce me to delay it.</p>
<p class='c006'>For instance, I have a sovereign plant
to fix the human mind, and which would
give steadiness even to a Babylonian:
but for these fifty years I have been
diligently observing Babylon, and have
not found one single moment, wherein
the Inclinations, Customs, and Manners
have been worth fixing.</p>
<p class='c006'>I have another plant, most excellent
for checking the too lively sallies of the
spirit of invention: but thou knowest
<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>how rare these sallies are now-a-days:
never was invention at a lower ebb.
One would think that every thing has
been said, and that nothing more remained
but to adapt things to the taste
and mode of the age.</p>
<p class='c006'>I have a root which would never fail
to allay that sourness of the Learned who
censure one another: but I observe that
without their abusing and railing at each
other, no man would concern himself
about their disputes. It is a sort of
pleasure to see them bring themselves
as well as Learning into contempt. I
leave the malignity of the readers to
divert themselves with the malignity of
the Authors.</p>
<p class='c006'>Moreover, do not imagine that nature
sleeps in any part of the earth; she
<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>strenuously labours even in those infinitely
minute spaces where the eye cannot
reach. At Giphantia, she disposes
matter on extraordinary plans, and perpetually
tends to produce something
new: she every where incessantly repeats
her labours, still endeavouring to carry
her works to a degree of perfection
which she never attains. These flowers
which so agreeably strike the eye, she
strives to render still more beautiful.
These animals, which to you seem so
dextrous, she endeavours to render still
more so. In short, Man that to you
appears so superior to the rest, she tries
to render still more perfect; but in this
her endeavours prove the most unsuccessful.</p>
<p class='c006'>Indeed, one would think that mankind
do all in their power to remain
<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>in a much lower rank than nature designs
them! and they seldom fail to turn
to their hurt the best dispositions she
gives them for their Good. On the
Babylonians, for instance, nature has
bestowed an inexhaustible fund of agreeableness.
Her aim was manifestly to form
a people the most aimable. They were
made to enliven reason, to root out the
thorns that spring from the approaches
of the sciences, to soften the austerity
of wisdom, and, if possible, to adorn
virtue. Thou knowest it: her favours
which should have been diffused on these
objects have been diverted from their destination;
and frivolousness and debauchery
have been cloathed with them. In
the hands of the Babylonians, vice loses
all her deformity. Behold in their manners,
their discourses, their writings, with
what discretion vice unveils herself, with
<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>what art she ingages, with what address
she insinuates: you have not yet thought
of her, and she is seated in your heart.
Even he who, by his function, lifts up
his voice against her, dares not paint her
in her true colours. In a word, no where
does vice appear less vice than at Babylon.
Even to the very names, all things
are changed, all things are softened.
The sincere and honest are now-a-days
your modish men who are outwardly all
complaisance but inwardly full of corruption:
Good company are not the
Virtuous but those who excel in palliating
vice. The man of fortitude is
not he that bears the shocks of fortune
unmoved, but he that braves Providence.
Bare-faced Irreligion is now styled free-thinking,
blasphemy is called boldness of
speech, and the most shameful excesses,
Gallantry. Thus it is that with what
<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>they might become a pattern to all nations,
the Babylonians (to say no worse)
are grown libertines of the most seducing
and most dangerous kind.</p>
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<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>I return (continues the Prefect of
Giphantia) to the elementary spirits.
Their constant abode in the air,
always full of vapours and exhalations;
in the sea, ever mixed with salts and
earths; in the fire, perpetually used
about a thousand heterogeneous bodies;
in the earth, where all the other elements
are blended together: this abode, I say,
by degrees spoils the pure essence of the
spirits, whose original nature is to be
(as to their material substance) all fire,
all air, or other unmixt element. This
degradation has sometimes gone so far,
as that by the mixture of the different
elements, the spirits have acquired a
<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>sufficient consistence to render them visible.
People have seen them in the fire
and called them Salamanders, and Cyclops:
they have seen them in the air
and called them Sylphs, Zephyrs, Aquilons:
they have seen them in the water
and called them Sea-nymphs, Naiads,
Nereids, Tritons: they have seen them
in caverns, desarts, woods, and have
called them Gnomes, Sylvans, Fauns,
Satyrs, <i>&c.</i></p>
<p class='c006'>From the astonishment caused by these
Apparitions, men sunk into fear, and
fear begot superstition. To these, Creatures
like themselves, they erected altars
which belong only to the Creator. Their
imagination magnifying what they had
seen, they soon formed a Hierarchy of
Chimerical Deities. The Sun appeared
to them a luminous chariot guided by
<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>Apollo through the celestial plains;
Thunder, a fiery bolt darted by Jupiter
at the heads of the guilty: the Ocean, a
vast empire, where Neptune ruled the
waves: the bowels of the earth, the
gloomy residence of Pluto, where he
gave laws to the pale and timorous
Ghosts: in a word, they filled the world
with Gods and Goddesses. The Earth
itself became a Deity.</p>
<p class='c006'>When the elementary Spirits perceived
how apt their Apparitions were to lead
men into error, they took measures to
be no longer visible: they devised a sort
of refiner by which from time to time
they get rid of all extraneous matter.
From thence forward, no mortal eye
has ever seen the least glimpse of these
spirits.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. VI.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Surfaces.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Mean while the Prefect moved
on and I followed, quite astonished
and pensive. At our coming out
of the wood we found ourselves before
a hill, at the foot of which stood a hollow
column above a hundred feet high
and thick in proportion. I saw issuing
out of the top of the column vapours
(much like the exhalations raised by the
sun) in such abundance that they were
very visible. From the same column I
saw coming out and dispersing themselves
in the air certain human forms,
certain images still lighter than the vapours
by which they were supported.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>Behold (says the Prefect) the Refiner
of the Elementary Spirits. The column
is filled with four Essences, each
of which has been extracted from each
element. The Spirits plunge into them,
and by a mechanism, too long to be described,
get rid of all extraneous matter.
The images which thou seest coming
out of the column, are nothing
more than very thin surfaces which surrounded
them and served to make them
visible. These surfaces partake of the
different qualities of the spirits who excel
more or less in certain respects, as
visages are expressive of the characters
of men, who differ infinitely. Thus,
there are images or surfaces of science,
of learning, of prudence, of
wisdom, <i>&c.</i></p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>Men often cloath themselves with
them, and like masks these surfaces
make them appear very different from
what they really are. Hence it is that
you constantly meet with the appearance
of every good, of every virtue
and every quality, though the things
themselves are scarce to be found any
where.</p>
<p class='c006'>At Babylon especially, these surfaces
are in singular esteem: all is seen there
in appearance. A Babylonian had rather
be nothing and appear every thing
than to be every thing and appear
nothing. So, you see only surfaces
every where and of every kind.</p>
<p class='c006'>Surface of modesty, the only thing
needful for a Babylonian lady: it is
called decency.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>Surface of friendship, by the means
of which all Babylon seems to be
but one family. Friendship is like a
strong band made of very weak threads
twisted together. A Babylonian is tied
to no one by the band, but he is tied to
each of his fellow-citizens by a single
thread.</p>
<p class='c006'>Surface of piety, formerly much in
use and of great influence, now-a-days
totally in disrepute. It gives people a
certain Gothic air quite ridiculous in the
eyes of the moderns. It is now found
only among a few adherents to the old
bigots, and in an order of men, who,
on account of their function, cannot
lay it aside, how desirous soever they
may be.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>Surface of opulence, one of the most
striking things in Babylon. Behold in
the Temples, in the Assemblies, in
the publick Walks, those citizens so
richly dressed, those women so adorned,
those children so neat, so lively, and
who promise so fair to be one day as
frivolous as their fathers: follow them
to their homes; furniture of the best
taste, commodious apartments, houses
like little palaces, all continues to proclaim
opulence. But stop there: if
you go any farther, you will see families
in distress and hearts overflowing with
cares.</p>
<p class='c006'>Surface of probity, for the use of
Politicians and those who concern themselves
with the management of others.
These great men cannot be as honest as
the lower people; they have certain
<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>maxims from which they think it essential
never to depart, and from which
it is no less essential that they appear
extremely remote.</p>
<p class='c006'>Surface of patriotism, of which the
real substance has long since disappeared.
We must distinguish, in the
conduct of the Babylonians, between
the Theory and the Practice. The
Theory turns entirely upon Patriotism.
Publick Good, national Interest, Glory
of the Babylonian Name, all this is
the language of Theory. The Practice
hangs solely upon the hinge of
private interest. It is very remarkable
that in this respect the Babylonians
have long been dupes of one
another. Each plainly perceived that
<em>Country</em> did not much affect him;
but he heard others talk of it so often
<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>and so affectionately that he verily
believed there was still such a thing as
a true Patriot. But now their eyes
are open and they see that all are alike.</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. VII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Globe.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Such is the lot of the elementary
spirits, continued the Prefect of
Giphantia. No sooner are they out of
the probation-column where they are
purified, but they return to their usual
labours: and to see where their presence
is most necessary, and where men have
most need of their assistance. At their
coming out of the column they ascend
this hill. There by a mechanism which
required the utmost skill of the spirits,
every thing that passes in all parts of the
world is seen and heard. Thou art going
to try the experiment thy self.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>On each side of the column is a large
stair-case of above a hundred steps which
leads to the top of the hill. We went
up; and were scarce half way when my
ears were struck with a disagreeable
humming which increased as we advanced.
When we came to a platform
in which the hill ends, the first thing that
struck my eyes was a Globe of a considerable
diameter. From the Globe proceeded
the noise which I heard. At a
distance it was a humming; nearer, it
was a frightful thundering noise, formed
by a confused mixture of shouts for joy,
ravings of despair, shrieks, complaints,
singings, murmurs, acclamations,
laughter, groans, and whatever proclaims
the immoderate sorrow and extravagant
joy of mortals.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>Small imperceptible pipes (said the
Prefect) come from each point of the
earth’s surface and end at this Globe.
The inside is organized so that the motion
of the air which is propagated
through the imperceptible pipes, and
grows weaker in time, resumes fresh
force at the entrance into the Globe and
becomes sensible again. Hence these
noises and hummings. But what would
these confused sounds signify, if means
were not found to distinguish them?
Behold the image of the earth painted
on the Globe; the Islands, the Continents,
the Oceans which surround, join,
and divide all. Dost thou not see Europe,
that quarter of the earth that hath
done so much mischief to the other three?
Burning Africa, where the arts and the
wants that attend them have never penetrated?
Asia, whose luxury, passing to
<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>the European nations, has done so much
good, according to some, and so much
hurt, according to others! America,
still dyed with the blood of its unhappy
inhabitants, whom men of a religion,
that breathes peace and good-will, came
to convert and barbarously murder?
Observe what point of the Globe, thou
pleases. Place there the end of this rod
which I give thee, and putting the other
end to thy ear, thou shalt hear distinctly
whatever is said in the corresponding
part of the earth.</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. VIII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Discourses.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Surprised at this prodigy, I put
the end of the rod upon Babylon; I
applied my ear, and heard what follows:</p>
<p class='c006'>“Since you consult me about this
writing, I will fairly give you my
opinion. I think it discreet and too
much so. What! not a word against
the government, against the manners,
against religion! who will read you?
If you did but know how tired people
are with History, Morality, Phylosophy,
Verse, Prose, and all that!
The whole world are turned writers;
and you will more easily find an author
than a reader. How make impression
on the crowd? How draw
<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>attention, unless by strokes levelled,
right or wrong, against place-men;
by luscious touches of imagination
proper to excite the gust of pleasures
blunted by excess; by the trite arguments
which, though repeated a thousand
times, still please, because they
attack what we dread! This in my
opinion is the only course for a writer
to take who has any pretensions to
fame. Mind our Philosophers: when
they reflect, for instance, on the nature
of the soul, they fall into a doubt
which with all their reason they cannot
get out of. Do they come to
write? They resolve the difficulty,
and the soul is mortal. If they assert
this, it is not from an inward persuasion,
but from a desire to write, and
to write such things, as will be read.
Again, if you had made yourself a
<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>party: if you belonged to one of
those clubs, where the Censor passes
from hand to hand, and where each,
in his turn, is the Idol! But no;
you are among the literary cabals like
a divine who should pretend to be neither
Jansenist nor Molinist<SPAN name='r1' /><SPAN href='#f1' class='c013'><sup>[1]</sup></SPAN>. Who,
think ye, will take care of your interests?
Who will preach you up?
Who will inlist your name among those
we respect?”</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>I removed the end of the rod about
a twentieth part of an inch lower and
I heard, probably, a Farmer of the imposts,
who was making his calculations
upon the people.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Is it not true (said he) that in the
occasions of the state, every one should
contribute in proportion to his means,
after a deduction of his necessary expences?
Is it not also true, that a very
short man spends less in cloaths than
a very tall one? Is it not true that
this difference of expence is very considerable,
since there is occasion for
summer-habits, winter-habits, spring-habits,
autumn-habits, country-habits,
riding-habits, and I know not how
many others? There should be likewise
morning and evening habits;
but the morning is not known at
<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>Babylon. I would therefore have all
his Majesty’s subjects measured and
taxed each inversely as his stature....
Another consideration of equal weight.
A Tax on Batchelors has been talked
of; but it was not considered. Money
should be raised upon those who
are rich enough to be married, and
especially upon those who are rich
enough to venture upon having children.
And therefore married men
should be taxed in a ratio compounded
of the amount of their capitation and
the number of their children. I have
in my pocket-book I know not how
many projects as good as these, and
which I have very luckily devised.
Each man has his talents: this is
mine: and it is well known how
much it is to be prized now-a-days.”</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>At a little distance a Grammarian was
making his Observations. “Three languages
(said he) are spoken at Babylon:
that of the mob: that of the
<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">petit maitre</span>; and that of the better
sort. The first serves to express in a
disagreeable manner, shocking things.
With all their judgment, some authors
have written in this language,
and the Babylonians, with all their
niceness, have read them with pleasure.
The second is made up of a
certain contexture of words without
any meaning. You may talk this
language a whole day together, and
when you have done, it will be found
you have said nothing at all. To enter
into the character of the idiom, it is
essential to talk incessantly without
reason, and as far as possible from common
sense. The third wants a certain
<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>precision; a certain force and certain
graces; but it is susceptible of a singular
elegance and clearness. It will
not perhaps be expressive enough of
the flights of the poet or the transports
of the musician: but it expresses
with admirable ease all the ideas of him
who observes, compares, discusses, and
seeks the truth. Without doubt, it is
the properest language for reasoning;
and most unhappily it is the least used
for that purpose.”</p>
<p class='c006'>Methought I heard a woman’s voice
at a little distance, and put my rod
there. “I confess (said she) I am foolishly
fond of this romance. Nothing
can be better penned. However, this
same Julia, who holds out during three
volumes, and does not surrender till the
end of the fourth, makes the intrigue
<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>a little too tedious. It is also pity that
the viscount advances so slowly. He
uses such preambles, spends so much
time in protestations, and presses his
conquest with so much caution, that
he has put me, who am none of the
liveliest, a hundred times out of patience.
Surely the author was little
acquainted with the manners of the
nation!”</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. IX.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Happiness.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>The end of my rod by chance
fell upon an assembly, where they
were talking of Happiness. Each declared
his opinion as follows:</p>
<p class='c006'>“At length (says one) this superb
Colonnade is laid open; they think of
removing those pitiful little houses
which darken that grand and beautiful
front; they repent of having built
under ground to adorn a place; Taste
is reviving; the Arts are going to
flourish: very shortly Babylon will
proclaim the magnificence of the
monarch and the happiness of the
people.... It is a great question
<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>whether colonnades, fine squares, and
large cities, will make a nation happy:
they must be enriched. Industry must
be excited, agriculture incouraged,
manufactures increased, and trade
made to flourish: without which, all
the rest is nothing.... Nonsense!
I have said it, and I say it
again: if we will be happy, our manners
must be more simple; the circle
of our wants contracted; and, in a
country-life, we must withdraw from
the vices which attend the luxury of
cities.... I do not know wherein
consists the happiness of nations; but
I think the happiness of individuals
consists in the health of the body and
peace of the mind.... Assuredly
not. Health causes no lively impression,
and tranquility is tiresome.
To be happy, you must enjoy a great
<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>reputation; for, at every instant, your
ear will be tickled with encomiums....
Yes! and at every instant your
ear will be grated with censures, because
there is no pleasing every body.
It is my opinion, every man is happy
in proportion to his authority and
power: for one can gratify oneself in
the same proportion.... Yes! but
then that eagerness will be wanting
which stamps a value upon things: if
all was in our power, we should care
for nothing. For my part, I am of
opinion, that to be happy we must
despise all things; that is the only way
to avoid all kind of vexation and trouble
whatsoever.... And I think,
we should concern ourselves with every
thing: by that means we shall partake
of every occasion of joy.... Now I
think we should be indifferent to every
<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>thing: as the means of enjoying an
unchangeable happiness.... I take
Wisdom to be the thing, for that alone
will set us above all events.... And
I say, it must be Folly: for Folly creates
her own happiness, independently of
any thing cross or disagreeable about
her.... You are all of you in
the wrong. Nothing general can be
assigned that may be productive of the
happiness of particular persons. So
many men, so many minds: this desires
one kind of happiness, and that
another: one wishes for riches, another
is content with necessaries; this
would love and be loved; that considers
the passions as the bane of the
soul. Every one must study himself
and follow his own inclination....
Not at all; and you are as much mistaken
as the rest. In vain do I persuade
<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>myself that I should be happy,
if I possessed such a thing; the moment
I have it, I find it insufficient,
and wish for another. We desire without
end; and never enjoy. A certain
man was continually travelling about,
and always on foot: quite tired out,
he said: If I had a horse I should be
contented. He had a horse; but the
rain, the cold, the sun were still troublesome
to him. A horse (says he) is
not sufficient; a chariot only can screen
me from the inclemencies of the air.
His fortune increased, and a chariot
was bought. What followed? Exercise
till then had kept our traveller in
health: as soon as that ceased, he
grew infirm and gouty, and presently
after, it was not possible for him to
travel either on foot or on horseback
or in a chariot.”</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. X.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Hodge-Podge.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>I did not keep the rod any longer in
one place; but moved it here and
there without distinction: and I heard
only broken discourses, such as these:</p>
<p class='c006'>“War, taxes, misery, are dreaded; insignificant
fears all these: alas! mine
are very different. I have here framed
a system upon Earthquakes; and, by
calculation, I find that near the center
of the globe there is now forming an
internal fire that will turn the world
upside down. Within six months the
earth will burst like a bomb, and all
nature.... Yes! all nature
vanishes in my eyes; thou alone dost
<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>exist for me: extinguish, my dear,
extinguish the flame thou has lighted
in my bosom. What a moment!
Pleasure drowns all my senses: my
soul, penetrated with delight, seems
to be upon the wing: she beats, she
trembles, she flies: O receive her, my
dear, she is wholly thine. Ah! I
hear my husband’s footsteps; let us
run.... Courage, brave
soldiers! strike home; revenge
your country; let the blood flow,
and give no quarter. May the
Islanders perish and the Babylonians
live!... I do aver, for my part
that of all the nations there is not one
so gay as the Babylonians. They always
take things on the most smiling
side. One day of prosperity makes
them forget a whole year of adversity.
Even at their own misery, they all
<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>sing; and an epigram pays them for
their losses caused by the follies of the
Great.... O how little are our
great ones! and how foolish are our
wise ones! I cannot help thinking man
an imperfect creature. I plainly see
nature’s efforts to make him reasonable;
but I see too these efforts are fruitless.
Materials are wanting. There
are but two ages: the age of weakness
in which we are born and pass
two thirds of life; and the age of infancy
in which we grow old and die.
I have indeed heard talk of an age of
reason; but I do not see it come. I
conclude therefore, and I say....
Yes! madam! of transparent cotton.
The discovery was very lately made
in Terra Australis: so no more colds
and defluxions. Transparent handkerchiefs,
gloves, and stockings, will defend
<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>from the weather, and at the same
time give us a sight of that admirable
bosom, those charming arms, that
divine leg.... Doubts every
where, certainty no where. How
tired am I to hear, to read, to reflect,
and to know nothing precisely. Who
will tell me only what is.... This,
sir, is the country-man who leaving
his plough, is come to talk with you
about the affair of those poor orphans
which is not ended. That is true,
but what would you have? We are so
overwhelmed! No matter, it shall be
decided.... Ah! good sir, I am
glad to see you; I owe you a compliment:
the last wig I had of you makes
me look ten years older. Surely the
gentleman did not think, I had so
magisterial a face! Do you know, my
dear sir, that it is enough to make me
<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>look ridiculous, and you to forfeit your
reputation.... Grant, O Lord,
three weeks of a westerly wind that
my ship may sail.... O Lord,
three weeks of an easterly wind that
my ship may arrive.... Give
me, O God, give me children....
O God! send a malignant
fever upon my ungracious son....
O Lord! grant me a husband....
O God! rid me of
mine....”</p>
<p class='c006'>Perhaps all this Hodge-Podge will
not be relished by most of my readers.
I should be sorry for it. To what end
then do mortals hold such odd, such silly
and such contradictory discourses?</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XI.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Mirrour.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>As I was amusing myself with these
broken speeches, the Prefect of
Giphantia presented me with a Mirrour.
Thou canst only (says he) guess at things:
but with thy rod and that glass, thou art
going to hear and see both at once; nothing
will escape thee; thou wilt be as
present to whatever passes.</p>
<p class='c006'>From space to space (continued the
Prefect) there are in the atmosphere
portions of air which the spirits have so
ranged, that they receive the rays reflected
from the different parts of the
earth, and remit them to this Mirrour:
<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>so that by inclining the glass different
ways, the several parts of the earth’s
surface will be visible on it. They will
all appear one after the other, if the
Mirrour is placed successively in all possible
aspects. It is in thy power to view
the habitations of every mortal.</p>
<p class='c006'>I hastily took up the wonderful glass.
In less than a quarter of an hour I surveyed
the whole earth.</p>
<p class='c006'>I perceived many void spaces, even
in the most populous countries! and
yet I saw men crowding, jostling and
destroying one another, as if they had
wanted room.</p>
<p class='c006'>I looked about a good-while for happiness,
and found it no where; not even
in the most flourishing kingdoms. I saw
<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>only some signs of it in the villages,
which by their remoteness were screened
from the contagion of the cities.</p>
<p class='c006'>I beheld in one view the vast countries
which nature meant to separate by still
vaster oceans; and I saw men cover the
sea with ships, and by that means join
even these distant countries. This is
plainly acting (said I) against nature’s
intentions: such proceedings cannot be
crowned with success. Accordingly, Europe
does not appear more happy since
her junction with America: and I do not
know whether she has not more reason
to lament it.</p>
<p class='c006'>I saw prejudices vary with the climates,
and, every where, do much good and
much harm.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>I beheld wise nations rejoice at the
birth of their children, and deplore the
death of their relations and friends:
I beheld others more wise stand round
the new-born babe, and weep bitterly at
the thoughts of the storms he was to
undergo in the course of his life; they
reserved their rejoicings for funerals, and
congratulated the deceased upon their
being delivered from the miseries of this
world.</p>
<p class='c006'>I saw the earth covered with monuments
of all kinds, which human weakness
erects to the ambition of heroes.
In the very temples, the brass and the
marble, which contain the remains of
the dead, present images of war, and
breathe slaughter: the very statues of
those friends of mankind, of those pacific
sovereigns, whom the calamities of
<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>the times involve in short wars, are
adorned with warlike instruments and
nations in chains, as if Laurels died in
blood were only worthy to crown
Kings.</p>
<p class='c006'>I saw the most respectable of human
propensities carry men to the strangest
excesses. Some were addressing their
prayers to the Sun, others were imploring
the aid of the Moon, and others
prostrating themselves before Mountains;
one was trembling at the aspect
of thundering Jove, another was bending
the knee to an Ape. The Ox, the
Dog, the Cat, had their altars. Incense
was burning even to Vegetables; Grain,
Beans, and Onions had their worship
and votaries.</p>
<p class='c006'>I saw the race of mankind divide
themselves into as many Parties as Religions;
<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>these Parties I saw divest themselves
of all humanity and cloath themselves
with Fanaticism, and these Fanatics
worrying one another like wild
beasts.</p>
<p class='c006'>I saw men who adored the same
God, who sacrificed upon the same
altar, who preached to the people the
doctrine of peace and love, I saw these
very men fall out about unintelligible
questions, and mutually hate, persecute,
and destroy one another. O God!
what will become of man, if thy goodness
doth not exceed their weakness and
folly?</p>
<p class='c006'>In a word, I saw the several nations,
diversified in a thousand respects, all
agree in their not being one better than
another. All men are bad, the Ultramontane
<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>by system, the Iberian by pride,
the Batavian by interest, the German
by roughness, the Islander by humour,
the Babylonian by caprice, and All by a
general corruption of heart.</p>
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<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Trial.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>After this general survey of the
whole earth, I had a mind to view
Babylon in particular. Having turned
my glass to the north, and inclining it
gently to the 20th meridian, I tried to
find out that great city. Among the
places that passed in succession under my
eyes, there was one that fixed my attention.
I saw a country-house, neither
small nor great, neither too much adorned
nor too naked. All about it
was more embellished by nature than
by art. It overlooked gardens, groves,
and some ponds which bounded a hill on
the east. A country feast was at this
time celebrating, to which all the neighbouring
<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>inhabitants were come. Some,
stretched on the green turf, were drinking
large draughts, and entertaining one
another with their former amours; and
several were performing dances, which
the old men did not think so fine as those
of time past.</p>
<p class='c006'>Seest thou (says the Prefect to me) in
the balcony, that young lady who with
a smiling air is viewing the sight? She
was married some days ago, and it is on
her account that this feast is made. Her
name is <em>Sophia</em>: she has beauty as you
see, fortune, wit, and what is worth more
than all the rest, a stock of good sense.
She had five Lovers at one time: none
made a deep impression in her heart,
none were displeasing to her; she could
not tell to which to give the preference.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>One day she said to them, I am young;
and it is not my intention to enter yet
into the bands of matrimony, which is
always done too soon. If my hand is so
valuable as by your eager addresses you
seem to think, exert your endeavours to
deserve it. But, I declare to you that
I shall not make any choice these several
years.</p>
<p class='c006'>Of Sophia’s five Lovers, the first was
much inclined to extravagance. Women
(says he) are taken with the outside:
let us spend freely and spare
nothing.</p>
<p class='c006'>The second had a fund of economy
which bordered upon avarice. Sophia
(says he) who has a solid judgment, must
think him best that shows himself capable
<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>of amassing riches: let us turn to
commerce.</p>
<p class='c006'>The third was proud and haughty.
Surely (says he) Sophia, who has noble
thoughts, will be touched with the lustre
of glory: let us take to arms.</p>
<p class='c006'>The fourth was a studious man. Sophia
(says he) who has so much sense, will
incline to where the most is to be found.
Let us continue to cultivate our mind;
and strive to distinguish ourselves among
the learned.</p>
<p class='c006'>The fifth was an indolent man, who
gave himself little concern about worldly
affairs: he was at a loss what course to
take.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>Each pursued his plan, and pursued
it with that ardor which love alone is
capable of inspiring.</p>
<p class='c006'>The prodigal expended part of his
estate in cloaths, in equipages, in domesticks;
he built a fine house, furnished
it nobly, kept open table, gave balls
and entertainments of all kinds: nothing
was talked of but his generosity
and magnificence.</p>
<p class='c006'>The merchant set all the springs of
commerce in motion, traded to all parts
of the world and became one of the
richest men of his country. The military
man sought occasions; and soon
signalized himself. The studious man
redoubled his efforts, made discoveries,
and became famous.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>Mean while, the indolent lover made
his reflections; and, believing if he remained
unactive he should be excluded,
he strove to conquer his indolence. The
estate, he had from his ancestors, seemed
to him very sufficient, and he did not
care to meddle with commerce; the
hurry of war was quite opposite to his
temper, and he had no mind to take to
arms; he had never read but for his
amusement, the sciences did not seem to
him worth the pains to come at them;
he had no ambition to become learned.
What then is to be done? Let us wait,
(says he) time will show. So he remained
at his country-house, pruning
his trees, reading Horace, and now
and then going to see the only object
that disturbed his tranquillity. Ever
resolving to take some course, the time
slipt away, and he took none.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>The fatal hour approaches (said he
sometimes to Sophia) you are going
to make your choice, and most assuredly
it will not be in my favour. Yet a few
days, and I am undone. This peaceful
retreat, those delightful fields you
will not grace, you will not enliven,
with your presence. Those serene days
that I reckoned to pass with you in the
purest of pleasures were only flattering
dreams with which love charmed my
senses. O Sophia! all that stirs the passions
and troubles the repose of men has
no power over me; my desires are all
centered in you; and I am going to lose
you for ever!</p>
<p class='c006'>You are too reasonable, replied Sophia,
to take it ill that I should chuse
where I think I shall be happy.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>At last, the time was expired, and
not without many reflections, Sophia
resolved to make her choice.</p>
<p class='c006'>She said to the prodigal: if I have
been the aim of your expences, I am
sorry for it: but what you have done
for my sake, you would have done, had
I been out of the question. You have
lavished away one part of your estate
to obtain a wife; you would spend
the other to avoid the trouble of management.
I advise you never to think
of it.</p>
<p class='c006'>She told the merchant, soldier and
scholar, I am sensible, you have shown
a great regard for me: but I think too
you have shown no less, you for riches,
you for glory, and you for learning. In
trying to fix my inclination, each has
<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>followed his own; each would do as
much for himself as for me. Should
I chuse one of you, his views would
still rest upon other objects; one would
be busied with increasing his fortune,
the other with his promotion in the
army, and the third with his progress
in the sciences. I cannot therefore satisfy
any one of you: and my desire is
to ingross the heart of the man who
ingrosses mine.</p>
<p class='c006'>The same day, she saw the solitary
gentleman. You have long waited for
it (said she to him) and I am at last
going to declare my mind. You know
what your rivals have done to obtain
my consent: see what they were and
what they are. For your part, such
as you was, such you remain. I think,
I see the reason. Indifferent to all
<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>other things, you have but one passion,
and I am its object. I alone can
render you happy. Well then! my
happiness shall be in creating yours. I
will share the delights of your solitude,
and will endeavour to increase them.</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XIII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Talents.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>I returned to my first object, and,
after a long search, I perceived on
the mirrour a spot of land which seemed
wrapped in a cloud. There issued from
thence a confused noise like the murmurs
of an ebbing tide. The sun quickly
dispersed the vapours, and I saw Babylon.</p>
<p class='c006'>I saw there spectacles wherein the calamities
of past times are lamented, in
order to forget the calamities of the present;
I saw Academies where they should
examine and discuss, but where they dispute
and quarrel; Temples that are built
against the restoration of religion; Orators,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>who foretell to the seduced people
the most terrible disasters, and Hearers
who measure the expressions and criticize
the style; a Palace wherein are placed
Magistrates for the security of your property,
and where you are conducted by
Guides who fleece you.</p>
<p class='c006'>I cast my eyes on the publick walks
and gardens, ever open to idleness, coquetry
and recreation. I beheld sitting
alone on the grass a person who, with a
smile, was penning down his ideas. I
fixed the paper, and read what follows:</p>
<p class='c006'>“One day Jupiter proclaimed through
the whole earth, that he had resolved
to distribute different talents to the
different nations; that on such a day
the distribution would be made at
<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>Olympus; and that the geniuses of
the several nations should repair thither.</p>
<p class='c006'>“The Genius of Babylon stayed not
till the day appointed, but came the
first of all to Jupiter’s palace. He
made his appearance with that air of
confidence which is natural to him;
he uttered I know not how many very
handsome and well-turned compliments,
and made presents to all the
celestial court with a grace peculiar to
him.</p>
<p class='c006'>“He gave the Father of the gods a
quintal of wild-fire of a late invention,
that his thunder may be more effectual
and people begin to have faith:
to Apollo a Babylonian grammar, that
he may reform the oddities of the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>language: to Minerva a collection of
Romances, that she may correct their
licentiousness and teach the Romancers
to write decently: to Venus two small
<em>votive</em> pictures, to thank her for that
the last year there were at Babylon
but two hundred thousand inhabitants
who bore the long and painful marks
of her favours.</p>
<p class='c006'>“He made his court to the Gods,
wheedled the Goddesses, said and did
so many handsome and pleasant things,
that nothing was talked of at Jupiter’s
court but the agreeableness of the
Genius of Babylon.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Mean while, the day appointed was
come: and Jupiter, having advised
with his council, made the distribution
of the different talents to the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>Geniuses of the several nations. To
this he assigned the gift of Philosophy:
to that, the gift of Legislation; and
to another the gift of Eloquence.
He said to one, Be Thou the most
ingenious; to another, Be Thou the
most learned, and Thou, the most
frugal; and Thou, the most warlike;
and Thou, the most politick: and Be
Thou (said he, speaking to the Genius
of Babylon) whatever thou chusest
to be.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Delighted with his success, and returning
home, the Genius of Babylon
is at all. He framed I know not how
many schemes, and executed none.
He made most excellent laws, and
afterwards embroiled them with numberless
explanations and comments.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>“He would likewise turn Theologist,
and engaged in disputes which proved
fatal to him.</p>
<p class='c006'>“He traded, gained much, enlarged
his expences, and became richer and
less easy.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Orator, Poet, Merchant, Philosopher,
he was every thing; and in
many things he attained to perfection,
but never could keep his ground.”</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XIV.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Taste of the Age.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Two men of letters were walking
at a little distance. “Will you
not own (said one of them) that, two
centuries ago, our learning was in its
infancy; and hardly showed to what
degree it might arrive. In the last
century, it took root and rose so high
that nothing was seen above it. The
greatest masters among the Greeks
and Latins were taken for patterns:
they were equalled, if not surpassed.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Success inspires confidence; and too
much confidence breeds neglect. To
have the eye always on the Antients
grew distasteful. They have had their
<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>merit (said the Babylonians) and we
have ours: who can say we do not
equal them? They therefore set up
for themselves: and the taste, not the
more general and of all the nations, but
the taste peculiar to them characterized
their works. See almost all our poems,
our histories, our speeches, our books,
all is after the Babylonian mode; much
of art, little of nature; a vast superficies,
no depth; all is florid, light,
lively, sparkling; all is pretty, nothing
is fine. Methinks I foresee the judgment
of posterity: they will consider
the works of the seventeenth century
as the greatest efforts of the nation
towards the excellent; and the works
of the eighteenth, as pictures wherein
the Babylonians have taken pleasure
to paint themselves.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>“If our writers are capable to go back
and resume their great patterns, it is
known what they can do; they are sure
to please all the world, and for ever:
but, if they continue to stand on their
own bottom, their works will be only
trinkets of fancy, on which the present
taste stamps a value, and which another
taste will soon bury in oblivion.”</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XV.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Female Reasoner.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>I saw two women apart, one of which
was talking: she looked round her
every moment with that air of uneasiness
which expresses a confidence the most
mysterious. I lent my ear; and with
great difficulty I heard what follows:</p>
<p class='c006'>“I am obliged to thee, my dear
Countess, for the idea thou hast conceived
of my prudence. Hearken;
I will hide nothing from thee; thou
shalt see how far I may be relied on.
We women are forced to guess things,
they will never be told us plainly:
but, with a little attention, it is easy
for us to see how matters are. For my
<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>part, I have reflected on the maxims
of the wise men of our days, and from
thence have drawn these conclusions.
It is only the mob that trouble themselves
now about a future state; the
rewards and punishments of another
world are words without a meaning;
which have long been discarded by
people of fashion. Beasts and men
(of beasts the chief) are made to be
guided by the senses; they should be
actuated solely by the passions. Let
each attentively listen to what is inspired
into him by nature, and let him follow
her inspirations; that is the way to
happiness. On the other hand, society
cannot subsist without laws, and
laws cannot be accommodated to the
passions of every citizen. They therefore
who have placed their happiness
in what is forbidden by law, cannot
<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>behave too circumspectly. They must
always walk in the shade; mystery
should follow their steps, and cast a veil
on all their proceedings: in a word,
they may do what they will, provided
they appear to do what they ought.
These, my dear Countess, are the
maxims I have gathered from the
Philosophy of the time. I will not
mention their influence on my conduct.
Perhaps I really am what I appear to
be: but I should be quite otherwise,
that I might appear always such.”</p>
<p class='c006'>O Babylon! (said I to myself) the
leven has fermented the whole mass.
Thou appearest very corrupt; but thou
art still more corrupt than thou appearest.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XVI.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Crocodiles.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>During the course of my travels,
I saw in Persia, on the plains watered
by the Tedjen, a dispute arise
which divided the country and bred a
surprising animosity in the people. I
was curious to see how that matter stood:
I placed the mirrour in the proper position,
and then put the end of the rod
upon the globe, so as I could see and
hear what was doing.</p>
<p class='c006'>The plain was covered with two numerous
armies; which were just going
to join battle. The ground of the
quarrel was this:</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>A pious and learned Musulman, who
used to read the Alcoran with the zeal
of an archangel and the penetration of
a seraphim, took it in his head one day
to ask whether the dove, that instructed
Mahomet, spoke Hebrew or Arabic.
Some said one thing, some another; and
two parties were formed. They disputed,
they wrote at large pro and con,
and could not agree. To the warmth
of the contest were added bitterness,
malignity its inseparable companion,
and policy, which endeavours to make an
advantage of every thing. One party
persecuted the other, or was persecuted,
according as they were or were not uppermost.
They began with the forfeiture
of estates and banishments; and
ended in an open war. The sectaries
had caballed so well, that the people rose
in arms against one another.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>The two armies were just going to
ingage, when a venerable old man advanced,
and convening the heads, made
the following speech:</p>
<p class='c006'>“Hearken, O ye people of Chorasan.
There was in Egypt a famous city
called Ombi; it was near another
great city named Tentyris: both were
situated on the fertile banks of the
Nile<SPAN name='r2' /><SPAN href='#f2' class='c013'><sup>[2]</sup></SPAN>. In that part, the river bred
a great number of Crocodiles; and
these voracious animals so fiercely attacked
<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>these two cities, that the
inhabitants were going to remove.
The governours of Tentyris were
apprehensive that their authority
would vanish, and the citizens would
come to be dispersed. They assembled
therefore the Tentyrites and
said:</p>
<p class='c006'>“<em>You suffer the destructive animals to
increase and multiply in peace. Hear
what we have to declare to you in the
name of the Nile your foster-father and
your God. Woe be unto you, if you remain
any longer in this state of indolence!
Arm without delay, and wage
war against the monsters that devour
your wives and children.</em></p>
<p class='c006'>“It was the injunction of the Nile,
and not to be disputed. The Tentyrites
<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>took up arms, but it was with
great disadvantage, and never was advice
more imprudent. The Crocodiles,
invulnerable in almost all the
parts of their bodies, killed many
more men than the men killed monsters.
The governours of Ombi used
a different artifice to keep the Ombites
from leaving their city.</p>
<p class='c006'>“<em>Hearken</em>, (said they to them) <em>the
God</em> Nile <em>speaks to you by our mouth:
I create plenty among the Ombites, I
inrich their lands, I fatten their flocks;
my waters flow and they grow rich.
The Crocodile is my servant, and I permit
him now and then to feed upon some
of them; this is the only tribute I require
for all my benefits: and, instead
of rejoicing at having it in their power by
a single act to render themselves agreeable
<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>to me, they destroy one another, if my
servant seizes a few children. Let them
cease to complain, or I will cease to feed
them; I will with-hold my waters and
all shall perish.</em></p>
<p class='c006'>“The moment the Ombites knew
the Crocodile to be the favourite of
the Nile, they erected altars to him;
and, far from complaining when he
was pleased to feed on their children,
they gloried in it. <em>Is there a woman
more happy than I?</em> (said an Ombite)
<em>I enjoy a competent fortune, have a
loving husband, and three of my children
have been eaten by the servant
of our God Nile.</em></p>
<p class='c006'>“In the mean time, the favourite
of the Nile was killed by the Tentyrites
and worshipped by the Ombites.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>Discord and animosity inflamed
them against one another;
they went to war, which ended in the
destruction of both. Thus perished
two cities, dupes of their sincerity,
devoured by the Crocodile, and
butchered by each other. Let this
example open your eyes, O ye unfortunate
inhabitants of this happy
climate. Cease to be victims of an
irregular zeal: worship God, keep
silence, and live in peace.”</p>
<p class='c006'>Scarce had the old man done speaking,
when a general murmur and menacing
looks showed him how little
he had moved the assembly, so he
withdrew with a sigh. Immediately
the battle was joined; and I turned
away my eyes that I might not behold
<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>these mad people destroy one
another.</p>
<p class='c006'>I have a great deal more to show you,
(says the Prefect) let us lay down the
mirrour and rod, and walk on.</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XVII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Storm.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Some paces from the noisy globe,
the earth is hollowed, and there
appears a descent of forty or fifty steps
of turf; at the foot of which there is a
beaten subterraneous path. We went
in; and my guide, after leading me
through several dark turnings, brought
me at last to the light again.</p>
<p class='c006'>He conducted me into a hall of a middling
size, and not much adorned, where
I was struck with a sight that raised my
astonishment. I saw, out of a window,
a sea which seemed to me to be about a
quarter of a mile distant. The air, full
of clouds, transmitted only that pale
<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>light which forebodes a storm: the raging
sea ran mountains high, and the shore
was whitened with the foam of the billows
which broke on the beach.</p>
<p class='c006'>By what miracle (said I to myself) has
the air, serene a moment ago, been so
suddenly obscured? By what miracle do
I see the ocean in the center of Africa?
Upon saying these words, I hastily ran
to convince my eyes of so improbable
a thing. But in trying to put my head
out of the window, I knocked it against
something that felt like a wall. Stunned
with the blow, and still more with
so many mysteries, I drew back a few
paces.</p>
<p class='c006'>Thy hurry (said the Prefect) occasions
thy mistake. That window, that vast
horizon, those thick clouds, that raging
sea, are all but a picture.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>From one astonishment I fell into another:
I drew near with fresh haste;
my eyes were still deceived, and my
hand could hardly convince me that a
picture should have caused such an
illusion.</p>
<p class='c006'>The elementary spirits (continued the
Prefect) are not so able painters as naturalists;
thou shalt judge by their way
of working. Thou knowest that the
rays of light, reflected from different
bodies, make a picture and paint the
bodies upon all polished surfaces, on the
retina of the eye, for instance, on water,
on glass. The elementary spirits have
studied to fix these transient images:
they have composed a most subtile matter,
very viscous, and proper to harden
and dry, by the help of which a picture
is made in the twinkle of an eye. They
<span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>do over with this matter a piece of canvas,
and hold it before the objects they
have a mind to paint. The first effect
of the canvas is that of a mirrour; there
are seen upon it all the bodies far and
near, whose image the light can transmit.
But what the glass cannot do, the
canvas, by means of the viscous matter,
retains the images. The mirrour shows
the objects exactly, but keeps none;
our canvases show them with the same
exactness, and retains them all. This
impression of the images is made the first
instant they are received on the canvas,
which is immediately carried away into
some dark place; an hour after, the subtile
matter dries, and you have a picture
so much the more valuable, as it cannot
be imitated by art nor damaged by time.
We take, in their purest source, in the
luminous bodies, the colours which
<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>painters extract from different materials,
and which time never fails to alter. The
justness of the design, the truth of the
expression, the gradation of the shades,
the stronger or weaker strokes, the rules
of perspective, all these we leave to nature,
who, with a sure and never-erring
hand, draws upon our canvases images
which deceive the eye and make reason
to doubt, whether, what are called real
objects, are not phantoms which impose
upon the sight, the hearing, the feeling,
and all the senses at once.</p>
<p class='c006'>The Prefect then entered into some
physical discussions, first, on the nature
of the glutinous substance which intercepted
and retained the rays; secondly,
upon the difficulties of preparing and
using it; thirdly, upon the struggle between
the rays of light and the dried
<span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>substance; three problems, which I propose
to the naturalists of our days, and
leave to their sagacity.</p>
<p class='c006'>Mean while, I could not take off my
eyes from the picture. A sensible spectator,
who from the shore beholds a
tempestuous sea, feels not more lively
impressions: such images are equivalent
to the things themselves.</p>
<p class='c006'>The Prefect interrupted my extasy.
I keep you too long (says he) upon this
storm, by which the elementary spirits
designed to represent allegorically the
troublesome state of this world, and
mankind’s stormy passage through the
same: turn thy eyes, and behold what
will feed thy curiosity and increase thy
admiration.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XVIII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Gallery or The Fortune of Mankind.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Scarce had the Prefect said these
words; when a folding-door opened
on our right, and let us into an immense
Gallery, where my wonder was turned
into amazement.</p>
<p class='c006'>On each side, above two hundred windows
let in the light to such a degree, that
the eye could hardly bear its splendor.
The spaces between them were painted
with that art, I have just been describing.
Out of each window, was seen some
part of the territory of the elementary
spirits. In each picture, appeared
woods, fields, seas, nations, armies,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>whole regions; and all these objects
were painted with such truth, that I
was often forced to recollect myself,
that I might not fall again into illusion.
I could not tell, every moment, whether
what I was viewing out of a window
was not a painting, or what I was looking
at in a picture was not a reality.</p>
<p class='c006'>Survey with thy eyes (said the Prefect)
survey the most remarkable events
that have shaken the earth and decided
the fate of men. Alass! what remains
of all these powerful springs, of all these
great exploits? the most real signs of
them are the traces they have left upon
our canvases in forming these pictures<SPAN name='r3' /><SPAN href='#f3' class='c013'><sup>[3]</sup></SPAN>.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>The most antient actions, whose lustre
has preserved their memory, are the actions
of violence. Nimrod, the mighty
hunter, after having worried the wild
beasts, attacks his fellow-creatures. See
in the first picture that gigantic man, the
first of those heroes so renowned; see
in his looks pride, ambition, an ardent
desire of rule. He framed the first
scheme of a kingdom, and uniting men
under the pretence of binding them together,
he enslaved them.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>Belus, Ninus, Semiramis ascend the
throne, which they strengthen by fresh
acts of violence! and of above thirty
kings who successively reigned, only
one closed the wounds of mankind, let
Asia take breath, and governed like a
philosopher: his name is almost forgot.
History, which glows at the sight of renowned
and tragical events, languishes
over peaceable reigns: and scarce mentions
such sovereigns.</p>
<p class='c006'>Sardanapalus ends this series of kings.
Enemy to noise, disorder and war, he
mispends his time, shuts himself up in
his palace, and sinks into effeminacy.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>The women, thou seest about him,
neither think nor exist but for him.
His looks give them life, and he receives
life from theirs. What do I say? He
seeks himself with astonishment and
finds himself not; a surfeit of pleasures
destroys his taste: he does not
live, but languish.</p>
<p class='c006'>In the mean time, two of his generals<SPAN name='r4' /><SPAN href='#f4' class='c013'><sup>[4]</sup></SPAN>
loathing peace, form schemes
of conquests, and feed, themselves with
bloody projects. They deem themselves
alone worthy to reign, because
they alone breathe war in the midst of
the publick tranquillity. See where
they attack and dethrone their effeminate
monarch: and forcing him to destroy
<span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>himself, they seize and share his
dominions. Thus the Assyrian empire
was dismembered, after having kept Asia
in continual alarms above twelve hundred
years.</p>
<p class='c006'>Kings succeeded both at Nineveh
and at Babylon; and all became famous
for wars and ravages<SPAN name='r5' /><SPAN href='#f5' class='c013'><sup>[5]</sup></SPAN>. One of them
<span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>laid Egypt waste, plundered Palestine,
burnt Jerusalem, put out the eyes of
a king whose children he had murdered,
drove from their country whole
nations and put them in chains; and,
after such expeditions, he ordered altars
to be erected to him, and worship to
be paid him as to a beneficent God.
See at the foot of his image, incense
burning and nations lying prostrate;
and admire how far the pride and abjection
of mortals extend<SPAN name='r6' /><SPAN href='#f6' class='c013'><sup>[6]</sup></SPAN>.</p>
<p class='c006'>The next picture represents the infancy
of Cyrus, and the particular moment
wherein he gave signs of that intolerable
haughtiness, considered by the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>historians as the first sallies of a greatness
of soul, which to display itself
wants only great occasions. Cyrus,
both by right of birth and right of
conquest, united Assyria and Media to
Persia, and was the founder of the
largest empire that ever existed.</p>
<p class='c006'>His successors still think their bounds
too narrow: they send into Greece,
which was then signalized in Europe,
armies infinitely numerous, the which
are destroyed: and the spirit of conquest
had on that occasion the fate which
unhappily it has not always.</p>
<p class='c006'>The Greeks, freed from these powerful
enemies, turn their arms against one
another: they are animated by jealousy,
inflamed by the warm and dangerous
eloquence of their orators, and torn by
<span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>civil wars. Persia falls into the same
convulsions. And when perhaps every
thing was tending to peace, Alexander
appears, and all are embroiled worse
than ever.</p>
<p class='c006'>This picture shows him in that tender
age wherein he lamented his father’s
conquests, and saw with grief
human blood shed by wounds, he had
not made. Scarce was he on the throne
when he carried desolation into Greece,
Persia and India. The world did not
suffice for his murdering progress, and
his heart was still unsatisfied. That
other picture represents his death. That
destructive thunderbolt is at last extinguished,
Alexander expires, and casting
his dying eyes on the grand monarchy
he is going to leave, nothing seems to
comfort him but the prospect of the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>bloody tragedies of which his death is
to be the signal.</p>
<p class='c006'>Of all Alexander’s dominions, those
to whom they belonged of right, had
the least share. The empire was divided
among his generals<SPAN name='r7' /><SPAN href='#f7' class='c013'><sup>[7]</sup></SPAN>. War was
soon kindled amongst them, continued
among their descendants, and ruined all
the countries of which they had the
rule.</p>
<p class='c006'>Among so many warlike kings, Ptolemy
Philadelphus appeared like a lily
<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>raised by chance in a field of thorns.
See in that immense library, the monarch
surrounded with old sages, who
are giving him an account of the numberless
volumes which are before his
eyes. He was too great a lover of mankind
to disturb their tranquillity; and
held them in such estimation, that he
collected from all countries the productions
of their wit<SPAN name='r8' /><SPAN href='#f8' class='c013'><sup>[8]</sup></SPAN>. These kinds of
riches seemed to him alone worthy his
care. He saw them with the same eye
that other kings behold those metals
which they search for in the bowels of
the earth, or which they fetch from the
extremities of the world through rivulets
of blood.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>Whilst discord rages amongst Alexander’s
successors and their descendants;
already appeared in the center of Italy
the first sparks of the flame that was
to spread over the universe and consume
all nations. Like those bodies of a
vast weight, which, not being in their
just position, swing themselves to and
fro for some moments, and then fix
themselves immoveably; Rome, subject
successively to kings, consuls, decemvirs,
military tribunes, settles a
government and begins the conquest
of the world.</p>
<p class='c006'>This ambitious nation, direct at first
their forces against their neighbours.
In vain did the several Italian states
struggle for five hundred years against
the fate of Rome: one while in subjection,
another while in rebellion: now
<span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>conquerors, now conquered, they were
all in the end forced to submit to the
yoke.</p>
<p class='c006'>Italy subdued and calmed, that is,
reduced to the state of those robust
bodies, which by being exhausted fall
into a consumption and weakness, the
Romans cross the seas, and go into
Africa in search of fresh enemies and
other spoils. Carthage as ambitious,
perhaps as powerful, but more unfortunate
than her rival, after a long and
violent contest, is overcome and destroyed.
Corinth and Numantia share
the same fate.</p>
<p class='c006'>About this time, Viriatus raised himself
in the same manner as the Romans.
In this picture, he is a huntsman; in
<span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>that, a robber; in the third, a general
of an army; and in the fourth, he mounts
the throne of Lusitania. But he was
only a victim crowned by fortune to
be sacrificed to the ambition of the
Romans<SPAN name='r9' /><SPAN href='#f9' class='c013'><sup>[9]</sup></SPAN>.</p>
<p class='c006'>Asia is soon opened to these insatiable
conquerors. The empire daily enlarges,
and that enormous power over-runs all
the known world.</p>
<p class='c006'>The first passion of the Romans was
glory. During seven centuries, patriotism,
which policy cherished with
<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>so great success, directed the love of
glory in favour of the republic; and
the Romans signalized themselves no
less by their attachment to their country,
than by their warlike exploits. This
space was filled with a long train of
heroes, and those that followed, despairing
to become famous in the same manner,
sought to distinguish themselves
by other methods. Rome was mistress
of the world; it appeared glorious to
become master of Rome. Sylla, Marius,
and some others, showed that such
a project was not impracticable: Cæsar
accomplished it. That boasted conqueror,
who was reproached with so
many things, effaced them all by his
virtue: by his military virtue which
destroyed above a million of men, oppressed
his fellow-citizens, and enslaved
his country. In vain did the republic
<span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>exert her utmost endeavours to save her
expiring liberty; she was exhausted and
stretched her hands to Augustus, who,
from a bad citizen, became the best of
masters.</p>
<p class='c006'>Raised to the empire, he put an end
to war, and soon gave mankind a peace
the most universal, they had ever enjoyed.
The elementary spirits have
given an idea of the pleasure of this
general tranquillity, by the agreeable
prospect of the landskips which are
here represented.</p>
<p class='c006'>This peace.... Pray (says I
interrupting the Prefect) suspend a moment
the rapid recital of so many revolutions;
give me leave to examine this
picture, and a little time to calm the perturbation
of my mind. How I love
<span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>to see that beautiful sky; those plains
that lose themselves at a distance; those
pastures filled with flocks; those fields
covered with corn? The breath of war
blows far from those climates the vertiginous
spirit of heroism. This is indeed
the seat of peace and tranquillity.
My imagination carries me to those
delightful vallies: I behold and contemplate
nature, whose labours nothing interrupts,
producing on every side life
and pleasure. My thoughts are composed
and my spirits sedate amidst the
tranquillity that reigns in those places:
my blood, grown cool, flows in my
veins with the same gentle motion as
the rivulets that water those green turfs;
and the passions now have on my mind
only the effect of the zephyr, which seems
to play gently among the branches of
leafy trees.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XIX.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The other Side of the Gallery.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>The Prefect soon resumed the
thread of his discourse. The
quickness, wherewith he ran over the
Gallery, hardly gave me time to view
the several pictures he was explaining.
I had not seen him before nor did I afterwards
see him speak with so much action.
His face was inflamed, his eyes darted
fire, and his words were too slow for his
eagerness.</p>
<p class='c006'>The language, the manners, the laws
of the Romans (said he) were spread
over the world. The nations, conquered
and settled, became members of
the empire; and all the known world
<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>made but one family. By what fatality
was Augustus’s peace, which seemed so
unalterable, of so short a duration?
Mankind only breathed, and were soon
inflicted with new wounds. When Rome
had no more kingdoms to subdue, she
had rebels to reduce. Several nations,
thinking it a great happiness or a great
glory to be parted from the body of the
empire, rebelled in Europe, in Asia, in
Africa: all were repressed. Thus most
of the nations, formerly attacked and
defeated, now the aggressors and reduced,
continued to be hurled from one
misfortune to another; and the following
pictures, those which represent the more
celebrated times of the first Emperors,
will still go on to present to thee spectacles
of blood. The three reigns of Titus,
Antoninus, and Marcus Aurelius, were
three fine Days in a severe Winter.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>Those times, nevertheless, were times
of peace, in comparison of those that
had gone before and those that came
after. The empire was like a body with
a good constitution, but which however
is attacked with some disorders, and
shews that it is not far from its decline.</p>
<p class='c006'>Whilst the Romans, at first to extend,
then to support and sometimes to inrich
themselves, kept the world in awe,
pulled down what attempted to rise,
and penetrated wherever they were allured
by rich spoils; towards the North,
in those frozen climates where nature
seems to reach only to expire, there arose
and increased, in the bosom of peace
and silence, nations who were one day
to humble the pride of the masters of
the world. Three centuries had not
yet passed since Augustus’s peace, when,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>in the reign of Valerianus, the deceitful
hope of a more commodious and
happy life armed these unpolished people.
See where they are coming out
of their huts, tumultuously gathering
together, marching in disorder, and showing
the way to the hideous multitudes
who followed one another from age to
age.</p>
<p class='c006'>These foreign enemies, coming when
the empire was rent with internal rebellions,
shook the Colossus. It withstood
however, for some time, the weight
which pulled it down, and one while
ready to fall, and another while erect,
it seemed sometimes to be going to stand
firm again.</p>
<p class='c006'>Among the emperors who signalized
themselves against the Barbarians, Probus
contributed the most to support the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>Majesty of the Roman name. Valiant,
but still more humane, he abhorred war
and continually waged it. Dost thou
observe, in the picture before thee, that
bald old man, his air of candor, his
respectable countenance, the plainness
of every thing about him? It is Probus
represented in the moment when, beholding
Rome’s enemies humbled, full
of the idea of that general peace he always
desired, he said: “yet a few days
and the empire will have no farther
occasion for soldiers.” Words which
rendered him worthy of the veneration
of the whole earth, but which caused
him to be murdered. Time passed, the
efforts of the Barbarians redoubled, and
blood continued to be shed.</p>
<p class='c006'>Mean while, the enemies of Rome grew
warlike, and her defenders degenerated.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>Of this the chief causes were pride,
which increasing wants, forces the citizen
to refer every thing to his private
interest; the folly of most of the emperors,
which bred in the people a numbness
which a few years confirm, and
which whole ages cannot remove; perhaps
too a weariness of the spirits; for
that ambition, that haughtiness, or, if
you please, that Roman grandeur, was
in the course of things an excessive effort,
which, like an epidemical distemper
come to its height, must necessarily abate
by degrees.</p>
<p class='c006'>However this may be, a century and
half after their first invasions, the Barbarians
began to make real progresses,
and dismember the Western part of the
empire. Amidst the troubles that then
existed, some kingdoms were established
<span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>which still remain to this day. Just as
Earthquakes, which raising the sea
drown whole regions, produce also new
Islands amidst the waves.</p>
<p class='c006'>See the Goths, who after traversing
sword in hand, part of Asia and all
Europe, are settling in Spain: see the
Angles, a people of Germany, who are
passing into Great Britain, and, under
pretence of aiding, are seizing it: see
the Franks, other Germans, who are
coming to free the Gauls from the Roman
yoke and making them to submit to
theirs. In these unhappy times, Rome
herself shares the same fate which she
had made so many cities undergo; she is
plundered and sacked at several times<SPAN name='r10' /><SPAN href='#f10' class='c013'><sup>[10]</sup></SPAN>.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>But the next pictures present to thee,
in a point of view still more dreadful,
regions laid waste, fields bathed in blood,
and cities in ashes. These are the exploits
of Attila and his rapid incursions
in Macedonia, Mysia, Thrace, Italy, and
almost through the whole world which
he ravaged. So many desolations, proceeding
from several conquerors, would
have made so many heroes: coming from
a single hand, they form a terrible monster.
It is thus that military virtues
show themselves in their true colours,
and become horrible when they meet in
a center<SPAN name='r11' /><SPAN href='#f11' class='c013'><sup>[11]</sup></SPAN>.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>During Attila’s ravages, certain Italians
flying from his fury, withdraw to
the Adriatic sea-side. Behold in this
picture the men pale, the women dishevelled,
and the children in tears. Some
hide themselves among the rocks; others
dig themselves subterraneous retreats;
some ascend the hills, and, as far as their
eyes can reach, look whither the merciless
conqueror, whose name alone makes
them tremble, is still pursuing them to
those desolate places, so little proper for
the habitation of men. On every side
thou canst see nothing but destruction
<span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>and horror: very soon however proud
Venice is going to rise out of these melancholy
ruins.</p>
<p class='c006'>Shortly after, the last blow is given
to the Western empire. Tyrannized by
its rulers, rent by factions, weakened
by continual losses, and pressed by a fatal
destiny, it shakes under some emperors,
and falls under Augustulus. Rome and
Italy, successively a prey to two Barbarians,
are afterwards united to the Eastern
empire, from which by fresh misfortunes
they were soon after detached
again.</p>
<p class='c006'>Two centuries passed in cruel vicissitudes,
when a new scourge, Mahomet,
arose in the East. He was deemed at first
but as an impostor worthy of contempt:
but he had an understanding capable of
<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>the greatest things, and a boldness which
carried him to the highest enterprizes.
It was known how far he was able to go,
when his progress could no longer be
opposed. He over-ran part of the East,
and out of the ruins founded the kingdom
of the Khalifs. The nations, he
subdued by force of arms, he won by
seduction; and, more fatal still to mankind
than all the heroes whose pernicious
actions die with them, he sullied the
human species with a stain which probably
will never be effaced<SPAN name='r12' /><SPAN href='#f12' class='c013'><sup>[12]</sup></SPAN>.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>In the West, the misfortunes of the
Romans are renewed. The Lombards
waste Italy, the Moors settle in Spain,
from whence they threaten the French:
new swarms of Barbarians are going to
invade the finest countries of Europe.</p>
<p class='c006'>At this time, from the bosom of
France arises a Prince full of genius, and
of that military ardor which, in a calm,
would have brought on a storm; but
which, finding the tempest formed, like
an impetuous wind, blew it away: this
was Charlemain. In this picture, he
checks the Saracens; in that, he subdues
Germany; moreover, he destroys in Italy
the power of the Lombards, founds the
temporal authority of the Popes, and
<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>receives the crown of the Western
empire.</p>
<p class='c006'>Charlemain’s empire soon fell to pieces.
The partitions of the princes, and the
ambition of some chiefs, detach whole
nations from it. Weak or avaricious
emperors give or sell liberty to others.
The rest is under particular lords: the
sovereign scarce keeps the title and shadow
of authority.</p>
<p class='c006'>Dost thou observe that battle? seest
thou a numerous army defeated by fifteen
hundred men? It is the æra of the
liberty of the Helvetic body. Members
of the empire, but oppressed by tyrants,
the Swiss shake off the yoke and form a
government, the wisdom of which cannot
be too much admired. Their commerce
extends but to necessaries: they have
<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>soldiers only for their defence, and these
too are trained among other nations: a
constant peace reigns in the republic.
Without covetousness, without jealousy,
without ambition, liberty and necessaries
content them. They are a people that
talk the least of philosophy, and are the
most philosophical.</p>
<p class='c006'>Whilst the new Western empire is rent,
the Eastern is destroyed. Thou seest
coming out of Asia the last swarm of
Barbarians which were to fall upon Europe<SPAN name='r13' /><SPAN href='#f13' class='c013'><sup>[13]</sup></SPAN>.
They advance: and, like huge
<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>masses which acquire more force in proportion
to the height they fall from,
they crush Constantinople and seize the
Eastern empire, which they still possess
to this day.</p>
<p class='c006'>Such is the disastrous contexture of
the compendious History of mankind:
the crowd of particulars is only a crowd
of less noted calamities. The total
of the nations, especially the European,
is like a mass of quicksilver, which the
lightest impression puts in motion, which
the least shake divides and subdivides,
and of which chance unites again the
parts in a thousand different manners.
Who will find the means to fix them?</p>
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<h2 class='c004'>TABLE<br/> <span class='large'>OF THE</span><br/> CHAPTERS.<br/> PART II.</h2></div>
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<th class='c008'></th>
<th class='c009'>Page</th>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'><span class='c010'>C</span>HAP. I. <span class='sc'>The Repast</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_201'>201</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. II. <span class='sc'>The Kernels</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_212'>212</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. III. <span class='sc'>Antient Love</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_215'>215</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. IV. <span class='sc'>The Grafts</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_221'>221</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. V. <span class='sc'>Voluptas</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_228'>228</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. VI. <span class='sc'>Perpetual Youth</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_233'>233</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. VII. <span class='sc'>The Itchings</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_239'>239</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. VIII. <span class='sc'>The Compensations</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_249'>249</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. IX. <span class='sc'>Nil Admirari</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_253'>253</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. X. <span class='sc'>The Fantastical Tree</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_259'>259</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. XI. <span class='sc'>The Predictions</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_265'>265</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. XII. <span class='sc'>The System</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_274'>274</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. XIII. <span class='sc'>Epistle to the Europeans</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_292'>292</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. XIV. <span class='sc'>The Maxims</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_302'>302</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. XV. <span class='sc'>The Thermometers</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_306'>306</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. XVI. <span class='sc'>The Lentils</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_312'>312</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr>
<td class='c008'>CHAP. XVII. <span class='sc'>The Subterraneous Road</span></td>
<td class='c009'><SPAN href='#Page_318'>318</SPAN></td>
</tr>
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<div>GIPHANTIA.</div>
<div class='c003'><span class='xlarge'><span class='sc'>PART the SECOND.</span></span></div>
</div></div>
</div>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_201'>201</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. I.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Repast.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>My zeal has carried me farther
than I should have imagined,
added the Prefect; it is time to think
of what concerns thee. The air of Giphantia
is lively and full of active corpuscles;
it keeps up the spirits; and, in
spite of the fatigues, thou hast endured
in the desart, it does not suffer thee to
have the least sense of weariness, However,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_202'>202</span>thou hast need of a more solid food.
I have ordered thee a Repast, and I
will regale thee after the manner of the
elementary spirits.</p>
<p class='c006'>We went out of the gallery; and the
Prefect conducted me to a grotto, of
which the architecture was so strange,
that I dare not venture to describe it.
The whole furniture was a marble table
and a cane-chair, on which he bid me
sit down.</p>
<p class='c006'>Whatever I saw at Giphantia was extraordinary,
the Repast to which I was
invited was not less so. Thirty salt-sellers
filled with salts of different colours,
were placed on the table in a circle round
a fruit, much like our melons. There
was also a glass decanter full of water,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_203'>203</span>round which other salt-sellers formed another
circle.</p>
<p class='c006'>These preparations were not very
tempting; I never had less appetite.
However, not to affront a host, to whom
I was so much obliged, I tasted the
fruit that he offered me. The purest
chymical earth purged of all foreign
matter, would have more taste. I forced
myself to swallow a few bits. I drank a
glass of water: And I told the Prefect,
that my strength was more than sufficiently
recruited, and if he pleased,
we would continue to visit the rarities
of Giphantia.</p>
<p class='c006'>Thou hast had (said he) the complaisance
to taste the fruit and the liquor,
thou wilt farther oblige me to season
them both. The salts which stand round
<span class='pageno' id='Page_204'>204</span>them have, perhaps, more virtue than
thou art aware of. I invite thee to
try.</p>
<p class='c006'>Upon these words, I viewed the salt-sellers
more attentively, I saw that each
had a label; and I read upon those that
surrounded the insipid fruit, salt of
woodcock, salt of quail, salt of wild-duck,
salt of trout, <em>&c.</em> Upon the
others, I read, concrete juice of Rhenish,
of Champagne, of Burgundy, of
Usquebaugh, of oil of Venus, of Citron,
<em>&c.</em></p>
<p class='c006'>Having taken a small slice of the
fruit, I spread upon it a grain of one of
those salts; and putting it to my mouth
I took it for the wing of an ortolan. I
looked upon the salt-seller from whence
I had the salt, and saw the word <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">ortolan</span></i>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_205'>205</span>on the label. Astonished at this phænomenon,
I spread upon another slice salt
of turbot, and I thought I was eating
one of the finest turbots the channel
ever produced. I tried the same experiment
upon the water; according to the
salt I dissolved in it, I drank wine of
Beaune, of Nuis, of Chambertin, <em>&c.</em></p>
<p class='c006'>My lord, (said I to the Prefect) you
have shewn me the columns, the globe,
the mirrour, the pictures; I have admired
the mechanism of these masterpieces,
and the wonderful skill of the
elementary spirits; but now, my admiration
is turned to desire. Is a mortal
allowed to enter into the physical mysteries
of the spirits? May I learn from
you, this invaluable secret of your saline
powders.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span>Now-a-days more than ever, (added
I) men (especially the Babylonians) seek
with eagerness whatever can please the
senses; and one of the things which
raises the greatest emulation, is to have
a table covered with exquisite dainties.
Their fore-fathers did not look upon a
good cook as a <em>person divine</em>. The most
simple preparations sufficed for their
food: they thought no wines excelled
those of their own country; and sometimes
those good men made a little too
free with them. The modern Babylonians
disgusted at this simplicity, and
hating hard drinking, have taken a different
method. They are become sober,
but of a sensual and ambitious sobriety,
which, by unheard of extracts and mixtures,
perpetually creates new tastes.
They search in the smallest fibres of the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_207'>207</span>animals for the purest substance, and,
under the name of essences, they inclose
in a little phial the produce of what
would suffice for the nourishment of the
most numerous families. The most
exquisite wines cannot satisfy their
palate; they esteem nothing but what
is owing to a violence done to the order
of nature’s productions. They extract
the most active spirit of wine, and
thereto add all the spices of India:
And, with such liquors, seeds of fire,
collected from all the countries of the
world, flow in their veins.</p>
<p class='c006'>You see (continued I) that with the
secret of your savoury crystalizations, I
should be able to satisfy the nicest palates,
and please the most curious lovers
of variety. But what is much more important,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_208'>208</span>these saline extracts, which are
not prepared by the pernicious arts of
the distiller and cook, these extracts, I
say, would not spoil the stomach in
pleasing the taste; high health would
revive among us; the primitive constitutions
would be restored by degrees;
and mankind would resume a new
youthful vigour; in all respects, a man
might be a glutton without danger, and,
that is saying a great deal of a vice,
which is become incorrigible.</p>
<p class='c006'>I was not refused: In less than half an
hour, the Prefect taught me the whole
art; I actually resolve the savours, with
the same ease that Newton did the colours.
From all the fruits that go to
decay, from all the plants of no use,
from even the herbs of the field, in a
<span class='pageno' id='Page_209'>209</span>word, from all bodies whatever, I extract
all their savoury parts; I analyze
these parts; I reduce them to their primitive
particles; and then uniting them
again in all imaginable proportions, I
form saline powders, which give such a
taste as is desired. I can inclose in a
small snuff-box, wherewith to make in
an instant a complete entertainment,
courses, ragouts, fricassees, deserts, coffee,
tea, with all kinds of wine and other
liquors. From a single bit, though ever
so insipid, I produce at pleasure the
wing of a partridge, the thigh of a woodcock,
the tongue of a carp, <em>&c.</em> From
a decanter of water, I draw Tomar,
Ai, Muscadine, Malmsey, Chian wine,
Lacryma Christi, and a thousand others.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span>My secret should have been publick
before now; but all the advantages accruing
from it do not remove a fear,
which, as will be seen, is surely not
without foundation. I am apprehensive
that certain gentlemen, incessantly busied
to open new channels to convey to
them the substance of the people, may
lay their greedy hands upon my salt,
and undertake to distribute it, charged
with some light tax. These light taxes
are known always to grow heavier, and
end with crushing; much like those
snow-balls, which, rolling down from
the top of the mountains, and soon growing
immensely large, root up trees, throw
down houses, and destroy the fields.
Let these gentlemen give in our newspapers,
a positive assurance that they
will never meddle with the management
<span class='pageno' id='Page_211'>211</span>of my savours; the next day, I will
publish my secret, distribute my powders,
and regale all Babylon.</p>
<p class='c006'>I think I know the world: these
gentlemen, you will see, will keep
silence, and I my salt, and so nobody
will be regaled.</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_212'>212</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. II.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Kernels.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>My dinner ended and my lesson
learnt, we sate out again. Let
us (said the Prefect) take the benefit of
this long shady walk, and go to the
grove at the end of it. By the way, I
will explain some matters relating to
what I am going to show thee.</p>
<p class='c006'>Adam had just been driven out of
Paradise, (continued the Prefect:) The
tree, from which the fatal apple was
gathered, disappeared: Innocence, everlasting
peace, unmixt pleasure vanished;
and death covered the earth with her
mournful vail. Witnesses of Adam’s
sin and punishment, the elementary
<span class='pageno' id='Page_213'>213</span>spirits remained in a consternation mixt
with astonishment and fear. All was
silent, like the dreadful calm, which,
in a gloomy night, succeeds the flashes
of lightening.</p>
<p class='c006'>One of our spirits perceiving on the
ground the remains of the fatal apple,
hastily took them up, and found three
Kernels: these were so many treasures.</p>
<p class='c006'>The forbidden tree, which was the
cause of Man’s misery, was to have been
the cause of his happiness. It contained
the shoots of the sciences, arts, and pleasures.
The little, men know of these
things, is nothing in comparison of what
this mysterious tree would have disclosed
in their favour. It was to vegetate, blossom,
and bear seed for ever; and the
least of these seeds would have been the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_214'>214</span>source of more delights than ever existed
among the children of men.</p>
<p class='c006'>We took great care of the three
Kernels, which had escaped the total
ruin just then befallen mankind; this
was not sufficient to repair their unhappy
fate, but it helped to soften it. As soon
as we were returned to Giphantia, we
consulted upon what we could do in
favour of mankind so terribly fallen.
Most of the spirits took the office of governing
the elements, and, as far as lay
in their power, of directing their motions,
according to the wants of men.
Those that remained at Giphantia, were
entrusted with the sowing of the three
Kernels, and carefully to mind what
they produced.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_215'>215</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. III.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Antient Love.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>As we were talking we entered into
a pretty large grove, in the midst
of which, I perceived a star formed by
most beautiful shrubs. From every
part of these shrubs there darted forth a
luminous matter, whereon were painted
all the colours of the rain-bow. Thus
the sun, viewed through the boughs of
a thick tree, seems crowned with sparkling
rays, on which shine the liveliest and
most variegated colours.</p>
<p class='c006'>The first Kernel taken from the fatal
apple and committed to the ground,
(said the Prefect of Giphantia) produced
a shrub of the nature of those thou seest.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_216'>216</span>Its leaves were like those of the myrtle.
Its purple blossoms, speckled with white,
were raised round their stalks in form of
pyramids. Its boughs were thick and
interwoven with one another in a thousand
different ways. It was the most
beautiful tree, nature had ever produced,
therefore it was her most favorite
object. A soft zephyr, gently moving
its leaves, seemed to animate them;
and never were they ruffled by the impetuous
north winds; never was the
course of its sap obstructed by winter’s
frost, or its moisture exhausted by summer’s
scorching heats; an eternal spring
reigned around it. This singular tree,
was the Tree of Love.</p>
<p class='c006'>It is well known what influence the
extraneous particles of the air have
<span class='pageno' id='Page_217'>217</span>upon us. Some accelerate or retard the
motions of the blood, others dull or raise
the spirits, sometimes they brighten the
imagination, and sometimes they cloud
it with the gloomy vapours of melancholy.
Those that were exhaled from
the tree of Love, and dispersed over the
earth, brought the seeds of the most alluring
pleasure. Till then, men, left
to a blind instinct, which inclined them
to propagate their species, shared that
advantage (if it is one) with the rest of
the animals. But, like a flower which
opens to the first rays of the sun, their
hearts soon yielded to the first impressions
of love, and instinct gave place to
sentiment.</p>
<p class='c006'>With that passion they received a new
life; the face of nature seemed changed;
<span class='pageno' id='Page_218'>218</span>every thing became ingaging; every
thing touched them.</p>
<p class='c006'>The other passions disappeared, or
were, in respect of this, like brooks to
a river in which they are going to be
lost.</p>
<p class='c006'>Superior to all events, love heightened
pleasure, asswaged pain, and gave a
charm to things the most indifferent.
It enlivened the graces of youth, alleviated
the infirmities of age, and lasted
as long as life.</p>
<p class='c006'>Its power was not confined to the
creating a tender and unchangeable attachment
to the object beloved; it inspired
also a certain sentiment of sweetness,
which was infused into all men,
and united them together. Society was
<span class='pageno' id='Page_219'>219</span>then as an endless chain, each link was
composed of two hearts joined by love.</p>
<p class='c006'>The pleasure of others was a torment
to none: Gloomy jealousy had not possessed
the human heart, nor envy shed her
venom there. Concord multiplied pleasures:
A man was not more pleased
with his own, than with the happiness
of others.</p>
<p class='c006'>Mankind was yet in infancy, and
unacquainted with excesses. Adversity
did not depress them to annihilation, nor
prosperity puff them up to the loss of
their senses. Their wants were few, the
arts had not increased them. Frightful
poverty appeared not among them, because
they knew not riches; every one
had necessaries, because none had superfluities.
Utter strangers to the ridiculousness
<span class='pageno' id='Page_220'>220</span>of rank, they were not exalted
with insolence, nor did they servilely
cringe; no man was low, because no
man was high. All was in order, and
men were as happy as their state would
admit of. O nature! why dost thou
not still enlighten us with those days of
peace, harmony, and love!</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_221'>221</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. IV.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Grafts.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>The stinging nettle and wild
briar increase and are renewed,
(continued the Prefect) the tree of Love
had not that privilege. Its blossoms
vanished without leaving a kernel, and its
shoots planted in the ground did not take
root; they died and nature groaned.</p>
<p class='c006'>Mean while, this only tree was going
to decay; its sap withdrew from most
of the branches, and the faded leaves
withered on their boughs.</p>
<p class='c006'>The elementary spirits were sensible
how valuable the treasure was, that the
sons of men were going to lose, and
<span class='pageno' id='Page_222'>222</span>were under the deepest concern for
them. They studied therefore to find
the means to fix love upon earth, and
imagined they had succeeded.</p>
<p class='c006'>They took from the languishing and
exhausted tree, its best shoots and grafted
them upon different stocks. This precaution
saved love, but at the same
time, altered its nature. Nourished by
an extraneous sap, these shoots and
their emanations quickly degenerated:
So the exotic plants which grow in our
gardens by the assiduous care of the
gardiner, change their nature, and lose
almost all their virtues.</p>
<p class='c006'>Love then existed among men; but
what love? It sprung from caprice,
was attached without choice, and
vanished with levity: It became such
<span class='pageno' id='Page_223'>223</span>as it is at this day amongst you. It
is no longer that common band which
united mankind, and rendered them
happy; it is on the contrary, an inexhaustible
fountain of discord. Formerly,
it was stronger alone than all the
passions together; it was subject only to
reason: Now, it is overcome by the
weakest passion, and hearkens to any
thing but reason.</p>
<p class='c006'>To say the truth; it is no longer
Love: Phantoms have taken its place,
and receive the homage of men. One
in the highest ranks only finds objects
worthy his vows; he thinks it love, it
is only ambition. Another fixes his
heart where fortune is lavish of her gifts,
he imagines, love directs him, but it is
thirst of riches. Another flies from
<span class='pageno' id='Page_224'>224</span>where delicateness of sentiments calls
for his care and regard, and runs where
an easy object hardly gives him time to
desire. What is the ground of his haste?
a depraved appetite for pleasure. Of
pure, sincere, and unmixt love there
is none left; the grafts are quite
spoiled.</p>
<p class='c006'>At Babylon, degenerated love varied
with the fashions, the manners, and
every thing else. At first it gave into
the Romantick: This was in the days of
our good Knights Errant. It was all
fire, transport, extasy. The eye of the
fair was a sun, the heart of the lover
was a volcano, and the rest of the same
stamp.</p>
<p class='c006'>In time, it was found, that all this was
departing a little from nature; in order
<span class='pageno' id='Page_225'>225</span>therefore, to make it more natural, love
was dressed like a shepherd with a flock
and pipe; and spoke the language of a
swain. In the heart of his noisy and
tumultuous city, a Babylonian sung
the refreshing coolness of the groves, invited
his mistress to drive her flock thither,
and offered to guard it against the
wolves.</p>
<p class='c006'>The pastoral language being drained,
the sentiment was refined, and the heart
analysed. Never had love appeared so
subtilised. To make a tolerable compliment
to a girl beloved, a man must
have been a pretty good metaphysician.</p>
<p class='c006'>The Babylonians, weary of thinking
so deeply, from the height of these
sublime metaphysicks fell into free
speeches, double-meanings, and wanton
<span class='pageno' id='Page_226'>226</span>stories. Their behaviour was agreeable
to their talk; and love, after having
been a valiant knight-errant, a whining
shepherd and a sublime metaphysician,
is at last grown a libertine. It
will soon become a debauchee, if it is
not so already; after which, nothing
remains but to turn religious; and this
is what I expect.</p>
<p class='c006'>Moreover, the Babylonians flatter
themselves with being a people the most
respectful to the ladies, and boast of
having it from their ancestors. In this
respect, as in all others, two things
must be distinguished at Babylon, the
appearance and the reality. In appearance,
no place where women are more
honoured; in reality, no place where they
are less esteemed. Outwardly, nothing
<span class='pageno' id='Page_227'>227</span>but homages, inwardly, nothing but
contempt. It is even a principle at Babylon,
that the men cannot have, in
an assembly, too much respect for the
sex, nor, in private too little.</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_228'>228</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. V.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Voluptas</span> or <span class='sc'>Pleasure</span>.</span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>We came out of the grove. Men
(said I to the Prefect) are highly
indebted to you for preserving love, degenerated
as it is. If you did but know
what a void there is among them now-a-days!
Their amusements are so few,
that the least of all must be to them
very valuable. Love no longer makes
their happiness; but it diverts them at
least. What would the Babylonians do,
if love did not put in motion all those
walking statues, which you see so busy
about the women? They sigh, they
complain, they request, they press, they
<span class='pageno' id='Page_229'>229</span>obtain, they are happy or dupes; it is
just the same thing: But time passes,
and that is enough for the Babylonians.</p>
<p class='c006'>“In the beginning (continued the
Prefect) nature, ever attentive to the
welfare of men, begot Voluptas. She
was an unadorned native beauty, but
full of those charms which characterises
whatever comes out of the
hands of the common parent of all
Beings. Nature gave her a golden
cup, and said: Go among men; draw
pleasure out of my works; present
it without distinction to all mortals;
quench their thirst, but make them
not drunk.”</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_230'>230</span>Voluptas appeared upon earth. Men
flocked together in crowds; all drank
largely of her cup; all quenched their
thirst, none were intoxicated. Voluptas
made herself desired, presented herself
seasonably, and was always received
with joy. As she offered herself with
restriction, she was always cherished
and never cloyed. Men, not being
enervated by excess, preserved to a
very advanced age, all their organs
in vigor; their taste remained; and
old age still drank of Voluptas’s cup.</p>
<p class='c006'>Nature has a rival, called Art, who,
incessantly employed in rendering himself
useful or agreeable to society, strives
to supply what nature cannot or will
not do for men. He resumes nature’s
<span class='pageno' id='Page_231'>231</span>works, retouches them, sometimes embellishes,
often disguises and degrades
them.</p>
<p class='c006'>Art failed not to observe the conduct
of Voluptas, and to refine whatever she
offered to mankind. He could not
bear an interval between pleasures,
and would have them succeed one another
without intermission. He ransacked
all the countries of the world,
united all the objects of sensuality, and
multiplied a thousand ways the pleasures
of sense. Men, surrounded with so
many alluring objects, thought themselves
happy, and in their intoxication,
said: <em>Without Art, Nature is nothing</em>.
But very soon their senses were cloyed;
satiety bred disgust, and disgust made
<span class='pageno' id='Page_232'>232</span>them indifferent to all kinds of pleasure.
Neither Art nor Nature could affect
them to any degree. From that time,
they have hardly been able to amuse or
divert themselves. Voluptas has no
longer any charms for them.</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_233'>233</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. VI.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Perpetual Youth.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>There is no place (continued
the Prefect) where these dissipations,
supposed to supply the room of
pure pleasure, are more necessary than
at Babylon; so there is no place where
they are more frequent.</p>
<p class='c006'>The Babylonians are known not to be
made for much thinking, and, for good
reason, it is not desired they should
think. A wise policy has always proposed
to keep as many employed as
possible, and to amuse the rest.</p>
<p class='c006'>For these last it is, that the arts of
amusement are incouraged, that publick
<span class='pageno' id='Page_234'>234</span>walks are kept up at a great charge,
that spectacles of all kinds are exhibited,
and so many places tolerated, where gaming,
drinking, and licentiousness serve
for food to these heedless men, who,
without these avocations, would not
fail to disturb the society.</p>
<p class='c006'>These various avocations fill up the
moments of life to such a degree, that
there is no time for recollection, and
for counting the years that insensibly
fly away. A man declines, decays, is
bent under the load of years, and he
has not once thought of it.</p>
<p class='c006'>Rather let us say, there is no old-age
at Babylon, for men of this kind: A
perpetual Youth runs through their
life; the same agitations in the heart,
the same dullness in the soul, and the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_235'>235</span>same void in the mind. Youths of twenty-five
and of sixty, march with an equal
pace to the same end. The desires,
eagernesses, sallies, excesses are the same.
All forgetful of themselves, still go on;
and death alone is capable to stop the
career of these decrepid youths.</p>
<p class='c006'>It is remarkable, that one day, one
of those young old men, bethought
himself to make reflections. “When a
man (said he) is come, like me, to a
certain age, he does not fully live, he
dies by degrees, and he ought successively
to renounce whatever does
not suit his state. There are things
that become nobody, which however
are connived at in youth; but which
make an old man ridiculous. What
business have I now with this costly
<span class='pageno' id='Page_236'>236</span>furniture, these splendid equipages,
with this table served with so much
profusion? Am I excusable for keeping
a mistress, whose luxuriousness
will not fail to ruin me in the end?
does it become me to appear still in
those places, where licentiousness
carries inconsiderate youth? I will
forsake a world for which I am no
longer fit, and will embrace that
peaceful and retired life to which my
declining age invites me. What I
shall retrench from my expences, I
will give to my nephew, who is
coming; into the world, and should set
out with some figure. Since I am
dying by degrees, so by degrees he
ought to inherit.”</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_237'>237</span>This resolution being taken and well
taken, a friend of his comes to visit
him, sees him thoughtful, asks the
reason and learns his design. “What,
(says he to him) have you not still
spirit enough to withstand reason?
She knocks, and it is going to be
opened! what do you mean? Reason
may be of use to a young man, to
curb the fury of his passions; but
must be fatal to an old one, in totally
extinguishing the little relish he has
left for pleasures. What a fine sight
will it be, to see Plutarch’s morals,
Nicole’s essays, and Pascal’s thoughts
lodged in thy brain, close by Bocace’s
novels, La Fontaine’s tales, and Rousseau’s
epigrams! Believe me: Reason
is good only for those, who have
cultivated it long ago; heads made
<span class='pageno' id='Page_238'>238</span>like ours cannot suit it. Our maxims
and reason’s are too contradictory;
and instead of regulating, it
would throw all into disorder and
confusion.”</p>
<p class='c006'>“But (replied our new convert)
dost thou know what thou art doing
with thy extraordinary eloquence?
never was so much reason used to
prove, that we must act against reason.
Come, let us go, my dear marquis,
a free supper waits us at the ...
where the nymph, thou knowest,
will compleat my conviction: From
thence we will go to the ball. Tomorrow,
champagne at your cousin
the countess’s, and lansquenet, at
our friend the President’s.”</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_239'>239</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. VII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Itchings.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>We walked toward the south. On
this side, Giphantia ends in a
point, and forms a little promontory,
from whence there is a large prospect.
This promontory is covered all over with
a plant, whose boughs descend and creep
every way. This is the production of
the second Kernel. The plant never
bears either leaves or blossoms, or fruit:
It is formed by an infinite number of
very thin small fibres, which branch
out of one another.</p>
<p class='c006'>View carefully the fibres (says the
Prefect to me.) Dost thou see at their
<span class='pageno' id='Page_240'>240</span>extremity, little longish bodies, which
move so briskly? They are small maggots,
which this plant breeds; whether
vegetation, carried beyond its usual
bounds, produces them; or whether
there comes at the extremity of the
fibres, a sort of corruption, by which
they are engendered. In time, these
maggots waste away so as to become invisible:
But withal they get wings, and
growing flies, they disperse themselves
over the earth. There, they stick fast
to men, and cease not to infest them
with a sting given them by nature.
And as the tarantula, with the poison
which she leaves in the wound she has
made, inspires an immoderate desire to
leap and dance, just so these small insects
cause, according to their different kinds,
different Itchings. Such are the itch
<span class='pageno' id='Page_241'>241</span>of talking, the itch of writing, the itch
of knowing, the itch of shining, the itch
of being known, with a hundred others.
Hence, all the motions, men put themselves
into, all the efforts they make, all
the passions that stir them.</p>
<p class='c006'>The sensation they feel on these occasions,
is so manifestly such as we are describing,
that when any one is seen in
an uncommon agitation of body or
mind, it is very usual to say, <em>What fly
stings? what maggot bites?</em> Though
nothing can be seen, it is perceived that
the cause of so many motions is a stinging:
A man often finds it by experience,
and knows what it is owing to.</p>
<p class='c006'>When once men are troubled with
these restless prickings, they cannot be
quiet. He, for instance, that is stung
<span class='pageno' id='Page_242'>242</span>with the itch of talking, is continually
discoursing with every body, correcting
those that do not need it, informing
those that know more than himself.
His visage opens, lengthens, and shortens
at pleasure: He laughs with those that
laugh, weeps with those that weep,
without sharing the joy of the one, or
the grief of the other. If by chance
he gives you room to say any thing,
speak fast and stop not; for, in an instant,
he would begin again, and take
care not to be interrupted. Never does
he lend an ear to any one; and even
when he seems to hold his tongue, he
is still muttering to himself. He despises
nothing so much as those silent
animals, who hear little and speak still
less; and he thinks no men more worthy
of envy than those, who have the talent
<span class='pageno' id='Page_243'>243</span>of drawing a circle of admirers, of raising
the voice in the midst of them,
and of saying nothings incessantly applauded.</p>
<p class='c006'>Sometimes the itch of talking is
turned into the itch of writing; which
comes to the same thing; for writing,
is talking to the whole world. Then
those torrents of words, which flow
from the mouth, change their course and
flow from the pen ... what numbers of
bablers in these silent libraries! Oh how
must those who have ears, and run over
these immense collections, be stunned
with what they hear! They are like
great fairs, where each author cries up
his wares to the utmost of his power,
and spares nothing to promote the sale.
Come (says an Antient) come and learn
<span class='pageno' id='Page_244'>244</span>of me to practice virtue and become
happy; come and draw from these
pure fountains, whose streams are polluted
by the corruption of men....
Come rather to me (cries a Modern) time
and observation have opened our eyes;
we see things, and only want to show
them to you.... Mind them not (says
a Romancer) seek not truth there;
truth still lies in the bottom of Democritus’s
well. Come therefore to me
for amusement, and I will help you to
it. Come and read the life and exploits
of the duke of * * * *, the model
of the court; he never attacked a girl
without debauching her; he has embroiled
above fifty families, and thrown
whole towns into confusion: He must,
it is plain, be one of the most accomplished
men of the age.... I have
<span class='pageno' id='Page_245'>245</span>things to offer you, much more interesting
than all this, (says a Versifier)
I have the prettiest odes and finest songs
in the world, little soft verses, nosegays
for Iris, and a complete collection of
all the riddles and symbolical letters,
which for these ten years have puzzled
the sagacity of the strongest heads in
Babylon.... Away with those trifles
(says a Tragic Poet) and come to me: I
manage the passions as I please: I will
force tears from your eyes, transport
you out of your senses, and make your
hair stand an end.... That is very kind
indeed, (says a Comic Poet) but I
believe, it will be better to come to me,
who will make you laugh at all others
and even at yourselves. I pity you all,
(says a Man-hater) burn me all those
books there and mine too; and let
<span class='pageno' id='Page_246'>246</span>there be no mention of learning, arts,
sciences, and the like wretched things;
for it is I that tell you, as long as you
have any reason, you shall have neither
wisdom, nor conduct, nor happiness.</p>
<p class='c006'>I say nothing of the itch of knowledge,
which should always precede that of
writing, and which commonly follows
it at a good distance, and often never
comes at all.</p>
<p class='c006'>At Babylon, the itch of being singular,
is like an epidemical disease. It is pretty
well known wherein the Babylonians
are alike, but it would be the work of
an age, to say wherein they differ.
Every one distinguishes himself by some
remarkable stroke. Hence comes the
mode of portraits, and the facility of
drawing them. Draw them by fancy,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_247'>247</span>you are sure they will meet with a likeness;
draw them after nature, you will
never fail of originals. There are some
for the pulpit, for the use of the orators
who want grace, there are some for
the theatre, for the use of poets who
want genius, there are some for writings
of all kinds, for the use of the authors
who want ideas.</p>
<p class='c006'>The most troublesome of all the itches
produced by these insects, is the itch of
being known. Thou canst not conceive,
what efforts are made by all the men
stung with this itch. I say all the men;
for, who has not a view to reputation
and fame? The Artisan shows his work,
the Gamester his calculations, the Poet
his images, the Orator his grand strokes,
the Scholar his discoveries, the General
<span class='pageno' id='Page_248'>248</span>his campaigns, the Minister his schemes.
And even he that sees the nothingness
of this chimæra, still contemplates its
charms, and sighs after it: Just so a
lover, with a troubled heart, strives to
abandon a faithless mistress, from whom
he cannot bear to part. What designs,
what efforts of imagination to make
one’s self talked of! how many things
attempted and dropt! what hopes, fears,
cares, and follies of every kind!</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_249'>249</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. VIII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Compensations.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>What you tell me (says I) is
very extraordinary. But I cannot
see why the elementary spirits raise
and cultivate this plant with so great
care. They who wish us so much good,
in this respect do us very little. To
behold men, stung to the quick, acting
like madmen, losing their senses for
chimeras, is a thing, in my opinion,
deserving pity; but perhaps it may be
an amusement to the elementary spirits.</p>
<p class='c006'>Like many others (replied the Prefect)
thou judgest and seest things but in one
view. The itches have their inconveniences;
but that is nothing in comparison
<span class='pageno' id='Page_250'>250</span>of their advantages. Without
the itch of talking and writing, would
eloquence be known? Would the
sciences have been transmitted and improved
from generation to generation?
Would not you be like so many untaught
children, without ideas, without knowledge,
without principles? Was it not
for the itch of being known, who
would take the pains to amuse you, to
instruct you, to be useful to you by the
most interesting discoveries? Without
the itch of ruling, who would busy
themselves in unravelling the chaos
of the laws, in hearing and judging your
quarrels, in watching for your safety?
Without the itch of shining, in what
kingdom would policy find a vent for
those respectable knick-knacks wherewith
she adorns those she is pleased to
<span class='pageno' id='Page_251'>251</span>distinguish? And yet, this kind of nothings
are, for the good of the state, to
be acquired at the price even of blood.
Thanks to our flies, there are some mad
enough to sacrifice all for their sake, and
others fools enough to behold them with
veneration.</p>
<p class='c006'>Take away our insects, and men stand
stupidly ranged by one another, like so
many statues; let our insects fly, and
these statues receive new life, and are
as busy as bees. One sings, another
dances, this reads his verses and falls
into an extasy, that hears him and is
tired: The Chymist is at his furnace,
the Speculatist in his study, the Merchant
at sea, the Astronomer discovers
a new satellite, the Physician a new
medicine, the soldier a new manœuvre;
<span class='pageno' id='Page_252'>252</span>in fine, the statues are men; and all
this is owing to this plant and our care.</p>
<p class='c006'>I beg (said I to the Prefect) we may
stand at a distance from this admirable
plant; I dread more than I can express,
the neighbourhood of these volatiles. I
rejoice much to see them authors of so
many benefits; but I fear still more,
the uneasiness they create.</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_253'>253</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. IX.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Nil Admirari.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Your fearfulness, (says the Prefect)
surprises me. Tell me, I
pray, what idea hast thou of what is
called grandeur, dignities, and high
rank in a state?</p>
<p class='c006'>I am in this world (answered I) like a
traveller, who goes on his way curiously
observing the objects, but desiring none,
because he is but a passenger. Moreover,
if things are estimated according
to the happiness they procure, I do not
think that the highest places should be
much valued; for, I see, they make
no man happy, and are a misfortune to
many.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_254'>254</span>What of riches? added the Prefect.</p>
<p class='c006'>Pleasure (said I) is like a very rare
commodity, which, however, every one
would fain purchase. Among those
that succeed, the rich buy it very dear,
it comes cheap to the rest: One may as
well be among the last as the first. Of
the few pleasures that exist, the lower
class enjoy as large a share as the
highest.</p>
<p class='c006'>What of wit, genius, talents? says
the Prefect.</p>
<p class='c006'>One half of the world, replied I,
study to amuse the other. The first
class is formed of men of talents;
whose brains are wound up by nature
higher than ordinary. They are incessantly
striving to please: If they fail,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_255'>255</span>they waste away with grief; if they
succeed, it is never fully, and a single
censure creates them more pain than all
the encomiums together give them
pleasure. It is, therefore, better to be
of the second class, I mean among those
who are amused by the others.</p>
<p class='c006'>As far as I see, said the Prefect, the
aspect of the great and their pomp, of
the scholar and his extensive genius, of
the rich and his vast possessions, makes
little or no impression on thy mind.</p>
<p class='c006'>I confess, replied I, that no man was
ever less dazzled with all this than myself.
Wrapt in a certain coolness of
sense, I am guarded against all strong
impressions. I behold with the same
eye the ignorant who know nothing,
and the learned who know all, except
<span class='pageno' id='Page_256'>256</span>truth; the protector who plans, though
he knows his weakness, and the protected
who cringes, though he perceives
his superiority; the peasant that is disgusted
with the simplicity of his diet,
and the rich sensual, who with thirty
niceties, can hardly make a dinner; the
duchess, loaded with diamonds, and
the shepherdess decked with flowers;
vanity, which dwells in the cottage as
well as in the palace, and upholds the
low as well as the high; care, which
sits on the throne by the king, or follows
the philosopher in his retirement.
All the parts on the stage of this world,
seem to me one no better than another:
but I do not desire to act any. I would
observe all and be taken up with nothing.
Hence it is, that I dreaded the
neighbourhood of these restless flies....</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_257'>257</span>And hence it is precisely, interrupted
the Prefect, that thou hadst nothing to
fear from them. Thou admirest nothing;
it is sufficient: The flies can
take no hold of thee. The first impression
they must make, is the impression
of surprise and admiration; if they
make not that, they miss their aim. But
the moment admiration is admitted, a
crowd of passions quickly follow. For,
in the object of wonder, great hurt or
great good is expected. Hence Love or
Aversion, and all their attendants;
restless Desire which never sleeps; Joy,
which embraces and devours its objects;
Melancholy, which, at a distance, and
with weeping eyes, contemplates and
calls for what it dreads: Confidence,
which walks with head erect, and often
meets a fall; Despair, which is preceded
<span class='pageno' id='Page_258'>258</span>by fear and followed by madness, and a
thousand others. If thou wilt rest
secure from their attacks, cherish thy
coolness of sense, and never lose sight
of the grand principle,</p>
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<div class='nf-center'>
<div><span class='sc'>Nil Admirari</span>.</div>
</div></div>
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<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_259'>259</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. X.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Fantastical Tree.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>After having walked some time
by the side of a rivulet, we came
into a beautiful and spacious meadow.
It was enamelled with a thousand sorts
of flowers, whose various colours were,
at a distance, blended together and
formed shining carpets, such as art has
never woven. The meadow was bounded
by a piece of rock, like a wall; against
which grew a tree, like an espalier. It
did not rise above a man’s height, but
spread itself to the right and left, the
length of the rock, above three hundred
paces. Its leaves were very thin and
very narrow, but in such abundance,
that it was not possible to see the least
<span class='pageno' id='Page_260'>260</span>part, either of the trunk or of the
branches, or of the surface of the
rock.</p>
<p class='c006'>Thou seest, said the Prefect, the product
of the third and last Kernel; we
give it the name of the Fantastical
Tree.</p>
<p class='c006'>From this precious tree it is, that
inventions, discoveries, arts and sciences
take their original; and that by a mechanism,
which will surprise thee.</p>
<p class='c006'>Thou knowest that the fibres of the
leaves of a tree, are ranged uniformly
on each of them; to see one, is to see
all the rest. Here, this uniformity has
no place; each leaf has its fibres ranged
in a particular manner; there are not
two alike in the Fantastical Tree. But,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_261'>261</span>what is most wonderful, the fibres, on
each leaf, are ranged with symmetry,
and represent distinctly a thousand sorts
of objects; one while a colonnade, an
obelisk, a decoration; another while mechanical
instruments; here, geometrical
diagrams, algebraical problems, astronomical
systems; there, physical machines,
chymical instruments, plans of
all kinds of works, verse, prose, conversation,
history, romances, songs, and the
like.</p>
<p class='c006'>These leaves do not fade. When
come to perfection they grow by degrees
prodigiously small, and roll themselves
up in a thousand folds. In this state,
they are so light, that the wind blows
them away; and so small, that they
enter through the pores of the skin.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_262'>262</span>Once admitted into the blood, they
circulate with the humours, and generally
stop at the brain, where they cause
a singular malady, the progress of which
is thus:</p>
<p class='c006'>When one of the leaves is settled in
the brain, it is imbibed, dilated, opened,
becomes such as it was on the Fantastical
Tree, and presents to the mind
the images wherewith it is covered.
During the operation, the patient appears
with his eyes fixed, and a pensive
air. He seems to hear and see what
passes about him, but his thoughts are
otherways employed. He walks sometimes
at a great rate, and sometimes
stands stock-still. He rubs his forehead,
stamps with his foot, and bites his
nails. They who have seen a geometrician
<span class='pageno' id='Page_263'>263</span>upon the solution of a problem, or
a naturalist on the first glimpse of a
physical explication, must have observed
these symptoms.</p>
<p class='c006'>This violent state proceeds from the
efforts of the soul, to discern what is
traced on the leaf; it holds longer or
shorter, according as the leaf takes up
more or less time in displaying, and
aptly presenting itself.</p>
<p class='c006'>The abatement of the malady appears
by light emanations from the brain,
such as some ideas suddenly conceived,
some designs hastily thrown upon paper,
some scheme sketched in a hurry. The
soul begins to discern the objects, and
contemplate at leisure the Fantastical
leaf.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_264'>264</span>These last symptoms declare an approaching
crisis, which quickly shows
itself in a general evacuation of all
that has been transmitted to the
brain. Then verses flow, difficulties
are cleared, problems are resolved,
phenomena are explained, dissertations
are multiplied, chapters are heaped
upon chapters; and the whole takes
the form of a book, and the patient is
cured. Of all the accidents which afflicted
him, there only remains an immoderate
affection for the offspring of
his brain, of which he was delivered
with so much pain.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_265'>265</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XI.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Predictions.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Behold, added the Prefect,
showing me the extent of the Fantastical
Tree, behold leaves for a century
of designs, of discoveries, and of writings.
Thou mayest examine at thy leisure
what, during that space, will torment
above a million of heads.</p>
<p class='c006'>I drew near, and attentively viewed
a good while the wonderful tree, especially
those branches on which the
sciences vegetated; and after having
examined it to the last boughs with all
the attention and exactness I am capable
of, I think myself qualified to make
here some Predictions.</p>
<p class='c006'>The historical branch has an admirable
effect; all the events are painted
<span class='pageno' id='Page_266'>266</span>like a camayeu<SPAN name='r14' /><SPAN href='#f14' class='c013'><sup>[14]</sup></SPAN>, as by the hand of the
greatest masters. So many leaves, so
many little pictures. What will most
surprise, is, that these pictures, seen in
different points of view, represent the
same subject, but represent it very
variously: And, according to the manner
of beholding it, the same action
appears courageous or rash, zealous or
fanatical, rational or silly, proud or
magnanimous. So, according to the
point of view, wherein these leaves present
themselves to the brain of an historian,
he will see things in a good or
bad light, and will write accordingly.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_267'>267</span>I would not have such works entitled,
<em>The history of what passed in such a time</em>,
but rather, <em>The manner in which such
an author saw what passed</em>. Moreover
this branch is plentifully furnished, and
should be so. As long as there are men,
there will be ambition, traitors, disturbers
of the publick peace, merit will
be forgotten and the worthless preferred,
virtue will be oppressed, vice will
be triumphant, countries will be ravaged,
cities will be sacked, and thrones will be
dyed in blood; and these are the food of
history; excellent school, for youth to
learn lessons of humanity, candor, and
sincerity!</p>
<p class='c006'>The metaphysical branch is almost
equally furnished: But its leaves are
very thin, and their fibres so excessively
small, that they are hardly perceivable.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_268'>268</span>I greatly pity the brains where they will
settle. I see but one way to give them
ease: And that is, to treat the most
thorny questions after the modern manner;
I mean to supply the want of clear
ideas and deep reflections, by bold and
confident assertions, which may serve to
impose.</p>
<p class='c006'>The moral branch droops, and receives
scarce any sap; its withered leaves
declare an approaching decay; alas! it
is dying. The plans on it are quite
effaced. This is too visible from the
works that are published of this kind.
The ideas of good and evil are confounded;
virtue is so disguised as hardly
to be known, nor is it easy to discern
what is to be called vice. And yet,
the whole is not said. There remains
many arguments to be published against
<span class='pageno' id='Page_269'>269</span>the obsolete notion of justice; many jests
to be passed upon those who still talk of
probity in the old fashioned stile; many
fresh proofs to demonstrate, that national,
private, and especially personal
interest, should be the sole rule of conduct.
At these so fine lessons, the Babylonians
will clap their hands and cry:
“In truth, all the world was blind;
and men did not see clearly till this
present time.”</p>
<p class='c006'>The poetical branch is in a very bad
state; there are only a few boughs left,
among others, the dramatic bough, and
that so very weak, it can hardly support
itself. There will appear from time to
time at Babylon some tragic poets, but
no comic. I suspect the reason. Formerly
the Babylonians were only ridiculous;
<span class='pageno' id='Page_270'>270</span>they were brought upon the
stage and people laughed: Now, they
are almost all vicious, but vicious upon
principle; and such objects by no means
raise laughter. The manners begin to
be no longer theatrical.</p>
<p class='c006'>The panegyrical branch is very considerable,
and bends under its load.
There will be panegyricks applicable to
a great man from whom some favour
is expected; to an author who having
flattered, receives homage for homage;
to another, who is flattered, in order
that he may flatter again. There will be
some commercial ones, which will be
sold, to one for his protection, to another
for his table, to a third for his
money. There will be also some, and in
great plenty for those, who beg them:
<span class='pageno' id='Page_271'>271</span>But there will be hardly any for those
that deserve them the most.</p>
<p class='c006'>With good-sense alone, and the simplest
notions which a bough of the
philosophical branch furnishes, and which
teach to estimate the things of this life
according to their value, there will be
formed, among the people, a number
of practical philosophers; whilst, among
the men of letters, all the penetration
imaginable, all the knowledge they think
they have, all the wit in the world will
form only imperfect philosophers. They
will avoid praises, but so as to attain
them by some round-about way. They
will profess the most ardent zeal for all
the citizens, nay, for all men in general;
but they will care only for themselves.
They will decide upon the most complicated,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_272'>272</span>the most obscure, the most
important questions, with an astonishing
confidence; but in deciding everything
they will clear up nothing. They
will wear outwardly the most reserved
modesty; inwardly they will be eaten
up by ambition. Now, shall we call
such persons philosophers? It is thus
that we give the name of stars to those
meteors, which kindle sometimes in the
upper region of the air, make a blaze,
and instantly vanish.</p>
<p class='c006'>In general, I thought, I saw upon
a great number of leaves, things entirely
contradictory. The century will
slide away, and the sentiments upon
the same objects will not be reconciled.
According to custom, each will speak
his opinion, and attack the rest. Disputes
<span class='pageno' id='Page_273'>273</span>will arise; and the most bitter
ironies, the strongest invectives, the
most cutting railleries, nothing will be
spared to raise the laughter of the crowd,
and the pity of the wise.</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_274'>274</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The System.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>Of an infinite number of plans of
different works, that I saw drawn
on the leaves of the Fantastical Tree,
I remember three. In the first, the
point in question is very abstract, but
treated in so singular a manner, that
perhaps it will not be disagreeable to
give here a slight sketch of it.</p>
<p class='c006'>“When I have examined matter,
it has appeared to me, that it could
not think, and I have readily admitted
Beings purely spiritual. It is
true, the least ideas of such substances
have never been formed. This
proves the sagacity of man does not
<span class='pageno' id='Page_275'>275</span>reach very far: But does it prove
there is nothing beyond?</p>
<p class='c006'>“When I have considered the
animals, I have not been able to help
thinking them intelligent, and that so
much ingenuity was not without some
understanding. They are, therefore,
said I, provided with a spiritual substance.
But what! these insects,
these worms, these microscopical
animals, who increase without number
in the shortest space, have they
each a spiritual, that is to say,
an unchangeable, immortal soul? I
do not imagine, any such thought
ever entered into a sound head.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Then calling to mind that intelligent
Being diffused through the
whole earth, and perhaps farther,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_276'>276</span>that immense spirit of whom some
antient philosophers have talked, under
the name of the universal soul;
I have thought that, without multiplying
infinitely spiritual substances,
that soul was very proper to supply
their place, and alone sufficient to
give life to all the animals. I have
therefore embraced the opinion of
the antients, but with one restriction.</p>
<p class='c006'>“They were persuaded that every
thinking organized Being, is animated
by a particle of the universal
soul; That cannot be. If this soul is
capable of perceptions, it is spiritual,
and indivisible, and if it is indivisible,
it cannot separate from
itself any part to go and animate
any Being whatever. If this spirit
informs different bodies, it is because
<span class='pageno' id='Page_277'>277</span>it operates at the same time in different
places; and not because it sends
any where some emanation of its
substance.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Farther: The antients believed that
man, like the animals, derived from
the universal soul all the intelligence
he is endowed with; another
mistake. If we consider in man, that
hidden principle which carries him
so efficaciously to follow the impressions
of sense, though ever so repugnant
to reason, we shall agree, with
the antients, that this principle must
be the same with that which animates,
rules, and directs the animals; the
pure sensitive nature of the universal
soul is visible in it. But when I perceive
in man another agent, which
<span class='pageno' id='Page_278'>278</span>tends to subject all his actions to the
rules of justice; which so often opposes
the senses (though seldom with
success) which, even when it succeeds
not to hinder the sin, never
fails to sting him with remorse and
repentance; I cannot help thinking,
that besides the universal spirit, there
is in man another principle of a
superior order: A principle known
by the name of rational soul. It is
manifest by the clashing between the
passions and reason, that there are in
us two contradictory Beings, which
oppose one another. If I may be
allowed to compare things of so different
a nature, I should say that every
thing which partakes of the universal
soul is like a spunge soaked in
water, and immersed in the sea; and
<span class='pageno' id='Page_279'>279</span>that if, moreover, the body is endued
with a reasonable soul (which is
the case of man) it is like the same
spunge soaked in water, but in which
a drop of oil has found its way.</p>
<p class='c006'>“In fine, the antients believed, that
the universal soul was diffused every
where; but neither can That be.
Perhaps it pervades the terrestrial
globe, or, it may be, the whole solar
system, or even farther: But still
it is certain, it has its bounds, it is
God alone that fills immensity.</p>
<p class='c006'>“But how shall the existence of a
thinking Being be admitted, which,
bounded as it is, has however so prodigious
an extension? What ideas
can be formed of its capaciousness
and its limits? How can it animate
<span class='pageno' id='Page_280'>280</span>so many bodies physically separated
one from the other, and forming so
many individuals? Let us fathom,
as far as in us lies, these depths of
obscurity.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Since spiritual substances have no
solidity, they are penetrable, and
take up no room. From their penetrability
it follows, that several spirits
may exist in one and the same space,
and that a body may also be in the
same place. From their taking up
no room it follows, that they have
neither length, nor breadth, nor
depth; that they have no extension
properly so called. But still a spirit
is a real Being, a substance: Though
it takes up no room, it is necessarily
some-where; and, though it has no
<span class='pageno' id='Page_281'>281</span>extension properly so called, it has
necessarily its bounds. So, in a metaphysical
sense, all spiritual Beings
may be said to be more or less extended,
to contain, and to be contained:
And then we may return to
our companion of the spunge, penetrated
by a drop of oil, impregnated
with water, and immersed in the
sea.”</p>
<p class='c006'>“On the other hand, by virtue of
the laws of combination, the result
of the unions necessarily differs from
the substances that are united; and it
does not appear, that the soul and the
body should make an exception.
When the spirit and matter are united,
think not the spirit the same as before;
it is, in some measure, materialized;
<span class='pageno' id='Page_282'>282</span>think not the matter such as
it was before; it is, in some measure,
spiritualized. From this mixture results
a new Being, different from
pure spirit, though it retains its
noblest virtue; different from brute
matter, though it partakes of its
qualities: It is a particular Being,
forming an individual, and thinking
apart; in fine, it is such a Being as
you that are reading, such as I that
am writing. Therefore, what perceives
in us, is properly speaking,
neither the universal spirit nor the
rational soul, nor organized matter:
but a compound of all three. Just
as when a lion roars, it is not the
universal soul, that is in a rage; it is the
compound of that soul and the brain
of the lion. Hence it comes, that
<span class='pageno' id='Page_283'>283</span>each animal forms a separate thinking
individual, though all the animals
think only by virtue of one and the
same spirit, the universal soul. Let
us proceed without losing sight of the
faint light which guides us thro’ these
dark paths.</p>
<p class='c006'>“We have seen that, to form an
animal, there needs only a combination
of organized matter, and the
universal soul; and, to form a man,
there must be another union of organized
matter, universal spirit, and rational
soul. If the universal spirit was
wanting; ever obedient to the dictates
of the rational soul, we should
see none but virtuous and spotless
men, such as are no where to be
found. If the rational soul was wanting,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_284'>284</span>abandoned to this instinct
of the universal spirit, which always
follows the allurements of sense, we
should see none but monsters of vice
and disorder.</p>
<p class='c006'>“The rational soul is united to the
human body, the instant the motion
essential to life is settled there, it is
separated the instant that motion is
destroyed; and, once separated, it
is known to return no more, it departs
for-ever; and enters into a
state of which there is to be no end.</p>
<p class='c006'>“The universal soul is united and
separated in the same circumstances:
But it is not always separated for-ever.
Let, in any person, the motion
essential to life, after having
totally ceased, come to be renewed,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_285'>285</span>(a thing which every physician knows
to be very possible) and what will be
the consequence? The rational soul,
which departed upon the ceasing of
the vital motion, cannot return; but
the universal soul, always present,
cannot fail of re-uniting with the organized
body set in motion again.
The man is dead, for his soul is separated
from his body. He preserves,
however, the air of a living man; because
the universal soul is re-settled in
his brain, which it directs tolerably
well.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Such to you appears a person
perfectly recovered from an apoplectic
or lethargic fit, who is but half
come to life; his soul is flown; there
remains only the universal spirit.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_286'>286</span>Excess of joy, or of grief, any sudden
opposition may occasion death,
and does occasion it, in fact, oftener
than is imagined. Let a fit of
jealousy or passion affect you to a
certain degree, your soul, too strongly
shocked, quits its habitation for-ever:
And, let your friends say
what they please, or say what you
will yourself, you are dead, positively
dead. However, you are not buried:
the universal soul acts your part to
the deception of the whole world,
and even of yourself.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Do not complain therefore, that
a relation forgets you, that a friend
forsakes you, that a wife betrays you.
Alas! perhaps it is a good while
since you had a wife, or relations, or
<span class='pageno' id='Page_287'>287</span>friends; they are dead; their images
only remain.</p>
<p class='c006'>“How many deaths of this kind
have I seen at Babylon? Never, for
instance, did contagious distemper
make such havock as the late pious
broils. It is true, the Babylonians
are so constituted, that their soul sits
very loose; the least shock parts it
from the body; this is confirmed by
observation. Call to mind their notorious
quarrel about musick, their
rage, their fury: How few heads
were untouched? They are mad, said
some reasonable people: But for my
part, I knew they were dead.</p>
<p class='c006'>“God rest the soul of the author of
the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Petites Lettres a de grands Philosophes!</span></i>
He had long been declining;
<span class='pageno' id='Page_288'>288</span>and at last died some months ago.
Instantly, the universal soul, possessed
of his brains, dislodged some
shreds of verses, jumbled them together,
and framed that lifeless
comedy, the indecency of which
gave offence to all the Babylonians
that remained <em>alive</em>.</p>
<p class='c006'>“I shall now speak of the signs by
which the living may be distinguished
from the dead: And, doubtless, the
reader sees already what these signs
may be. To behold wickedness with
unconcern; to be unmoved by virtue,
to mind only self-interest; and without
remorse, to be carried away with
the torrent of the age, are signs of
death. Be assured, no rational soul
inhabits such abandoned machines.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_289'>289</span>What numbers of dead amongst us!
you will say. What numbers of dead
amongst us! will I answer.</p>
<p class='c006'>“As there are signs which declare
that such a particular person, who
thinks himself, and whom you think
full of life, is however deprived of it;
so there are signs which show the ravages,
these concealed deaths have
made in the world. For instance,
there must have been, of late years, a
great mortality among the learned:
For, if you observe almost all the
productions of modern literature, you
will find only a playing with words,
destructive principles, dangerous assertions,
dazzling hints. Alas! our
authors are manifestly but machines,
actuated by the universal soul.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_290'>290</span>“And, very lately, have we not had
fresh proofs of this mortality? What
is meant by these libels unworthy of
the light? These <em>when’s</em>? These <em>if’s</em>?
These <em>what-d’ye-calls</em>? These <em>wherefore’s</em>?
And I know not how many
more with which we are deluged. Be
not persuaded that rational souls are
capable of such excesses.</p>
<p class='c006'>“I will conclude with opening a door
to new reflections. Suppose a man,
like so many others, vegetates only,
and is reduced to the universal soul,
I demand whether the race of such
a man is not in the same state. If
so, I pity our posterity. Rational
souls were scarce among our fore-fathers;
they are still more so among
<span class='pageno' id='Page_291'>291</span>us; surely there will be none left
among our offspring. All are degenerating,
and we are very near the
last stage.”</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_292'>292</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XIII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Letter to the Europeans.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>The second of the works, of
which I remember to have seen
the plan delineated on the leaves of
the Fantastical tree, was digested into
the form of a letter, addressed to all
the nations of Europe, the substance of
which is as follows:</p>
<p class='c006'>“O ye powerful nations of Europe;
nations polished, ingenious, learned,
warlike, made to command the rest;
nations the most accomplished upon
earth; the times are come: Your
profound schemes for the happiness
of man have prospered: You enjoy it
at length, and I congratulate you
upon it.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_293'>293</span>“In nature’s infancy, those uncivilised
ages wherein men wandering in
the fields, were fed with the products
of the earth, a perfect security, easy
pleasure, profound peace, or rather
languishing indolence benumbed all
the faculties of the soul. But when
the sweets of property had flattered
the human heart; when each had his
inclosure and could say, <em>This is mine</em>;
then all was in motion. A man had
too much of one thing, and too little
of another; he gave the superfluity
for what he wanted: And trade was
established. It was at first carried on
among neighbours; then, from country
to country; and at last, from one
of the quarters of the world to the
other three. From that time, mankind
have formed but one numerous
<span class='pageno' id='Page_294'>294</span>family, whose members are incessantly
employed in cheating one
another. The spirit of distrust,
finess, and fraud, have displayed all
the springs of the soul; the talents
have shown themselves, the arts have
taken birth; and men begin to enjoy
the full extent of their understanding.</p>
<p class='c006'>“How well these profound speculatists
have conjectured, who have told
us: <em>Would you have a state flourish?
incourage populousness; for real strength
and riches consist in a great number of
citizens. To incourage populousness,
enlarge trade more and more, set up manufactures,
introduce arts of every kind;
and, to consume superfluities, call in
luxury.</em> Let the names of those who
<span class='pageno' id='Page_295'>295</span>have opened this admirable way, be
carefully preserved in our kalendar.</p>
<p class='c006'>“It is true, by following this method,
you have missed your aim, which was
populousness. What fortune soever
a man may raise, it is consumed by
the boundless expence of luxury,
which always exceeds the revenues:
There is nothing left for the education
and settlement of children; and
means must be used to have a small
number, or even none at all. Long
races suit only those remote times
when your ancestors, plentifully furnished
with necessaries, were so unfortunate
as to have no idea of pageantry.
It is no wonder, if people so
barbarous as not to know silk, lace,
tea, chocolate, Burgundy, Champagne,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_296'>296</span>should so increase in the
northern regions, as to over-run,
like a torrent, all your countries,
should found monarchies, and dictate
laws, which are revered to this day.</p>
<p class='c006'>“But what signifies populousness
and multitude? Rejoice, O ye fortunate
nations; for you have coffee
and snuff, cinnamon and musk, sugar
and furs, tea and china. How happy
are you! and how composed should
your minds be!</p>
<p class='c006'>“It is true, toils, hunger, thirst,
shoals, storms, sooner or later destroy
these insatiable traders, who traverse
the seas to bring you these precious
superfluities. But with how many
advantages are these petty inconveniences
repaid? The face of Europe
<span class='pageno' id='Page_297'>297</span>is entirely new! even to your constitutions
all is changed. Thousands
of quintals of spices, circulate in your
blood, carry fire into your inmost
nerves, and give you a new sort of
Being. Neither your health, nor your
diseases are like those of your fore-fathers.
Their robust constitution,
simplicity of manners, their native
virtues, are they comparable to the advantages
you enjoy? That sensibility
of the organs, that delicacy of mind
and body, those universal lights, those
vices of all kinds.... What! will
it be said, are vices also to be reckoned
among the actual felicities of Europe?
Yes, without doubt: Is it not daily
proved, that virtue heretofore might
be useful to the prudent economy of
your ancestors, but that, for enlightened
<span class='pageno' id='Page_298'>298</span>citizens, who no longer walk
by the old rules, vice is absolutely
necessary, or rather changes its nature
and becomes virtue.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Another advantage that you owe
to the depth of your policy and extensiveness
of your trade is, that perpetual
occasions offer to show your
courage, and to practice your military
virtues.</p>
<p class='c006'>“When formerly your countries
were under that vast dominion, which
swallowed up all the rest, they sunk
into indolence; you had only short
wars and long intervals of peace,
every thing languished. But since,
out of the wrecks of that unwieldy
empire, a hundred petty states have
been formed, every thing has revived.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_299'>299</span>The Europeans have incessantly
quarrelled and fought for little spots
of land; the grand art of heroism is
returned, the art of sacking provinces
and shedding blood: And that balance
of power so much talked of, is at last
established, which puts all Europe in
arms at the motion of the least of its
parts, and by means of which, a single
spark is sufficient to set the whole
earth in a flame.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Let us not regret those times so
productive of warriors, when country
heroes, each at the head of two or
three hundred vassals, continually
harrassed one another. The seeds of
dissention, which were grown scarce
in your climates, have been sought
in the farthest parts of the earth;
<span class='pageno' id='Page_300'>300</span>and from the bosom of the two
Indias, commerce has brought fresh
seeds of enmity, discord, and war.</p>
<p class='c006'>“These fertile sources are not exhausted;
there still remain countries
to be discovered. O ye indefatigable
nations! is your courage abated?
What! should you confine yourselves
to your late progresses, as if there
remained no unknown lands? Will
you never go and hoist your standards,
and build forts, directly under
the Poles? Rouse yourselves,
there are still left riches to plunder,
countries to waste, blood to spill.</p>
<p class='c006'>“But why should you cast your eyes
on such objects? Are not your possessions
immense? Is not your luxury
carried to the utmost height? Are
<span class='pageno' id='Page_301'>301</span>there still new vices to be introduced
among you? And do not you
begin to shake off the troublesome
yoke of every sort of duty? Without
doubt, you are very well, nor were
you ever better. The little way you
have to arrive at perfection, will soon
be gone over. When modern wisdom,
which timorously conceals herself still
in the shade, shall appear in broad
day; when she shall have raised her
proud head, and shall see all Europe
at her feet, universally adopting her
maxims, then, you will have neither
religious nor moral principles; you
will be at the summit of felicity.”</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_302'>302</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XIV.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Maxims.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>The third work of which I remember
to have seen the sketch
on the Fantastical Tree, was entitled,
<em>Rules of Conduct for the Eighteenth Century,
addressed to a young Babylonian, who is
coming into the world</em>. It contained the
following Maxims.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Every country has its customs,
every age its manners; and, in human
wisdom, the only unchangeable
Maxim is, to change with the times
and places. The most unquestionable
Maxims of the Babylonians, and
of the present times are such as these:</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_303'>303</span>“To have true merit does not much
signify; but to have small talents is
essential. To make one’s court, for
example, and pretty verses, is sufficient
to prosper: and even farther than
can be imagined.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Great faults shall be forgiven you,
but the least ridiculous ones are unpardonable.
You think right, and
say excellent things: But take care
you do not sneeze; it will be such an
indecorum, that all the Babylonish
gravity would not be able to hold;
and you might speak still better
things, and not a soul hear you.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Be particularly careful to act entirely
with reference to yourself, and to
talk always with reference to the publick-good.
It is a fine word, that
<span class='pageno' id='Page_304'>304</span><em>publick-good</em>: If you would, it will
never enter into your heart; but it
must be always in your mouth.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Seek not the esteem of the Babylonians
in place, that leads to nothing;
seek to please. What, think you, will
esteem do for you? It is so frozen a
sentiment, has so distant a relation
to <em>self</em>! But amuse their highnesses,
and their eminencies, you will then
be prized, they will not suffer you
out of their sight; they will do all
for you, and think they can never
do enough.</p>
<p class='c006'>“Wait not to sollicit for a place
you may be fit for; probably you
will not succeed. But ask, without
distinction, for whatever shall offer.
It is a secret to you, but you must
<span class='pageno' id='Page_305'>305</span>know, that it often enters into the
depth of true policy, to prefer unfit
persons, and remove those that are
capable.</p>
<p class='c006'>“In fine, if you will prosper, turn,
according to circumstances, flatterer,
like a dedication; quack, like a
preface; verbose like a book of art
or science; enthusiast, like a demi-philosopher;
liar, like an historian;
fool-hardy, like an author who is resolved
to be talked of.</p>
<p class='c006'>“These are the true principles of
wisdom: But remember, it is the Babylonian
wisdom of the Eighteenth
Century.”</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_306'>306</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XV.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Thermometers.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>As I was attentively examining
a leaf of the Fantastical Tree,
on which I perceived grand projects,
and insufficient means; I saw another,
so small and curled as to be almost invisible,
fly off from a neighbouring
bough, and suddenly disappear. At
the same instant I felt a slight pricking
in my forehead, and a sort of restlessness
in my head, which I cannot describe,
and which has not left me ever since.</p>
<p class='c006'>Certainly this leaf has entered my
brain, and is labouring to unfold itself;
some new invention will result from it
one time or other. I even begin to
<span class='pageno' id='Page_307'>307</span>suspect of what kind; and I imagine, it
will be a mechanical affair. If I am not
mistaken it is this:</p>
<p class='c006'>The different tempers, the different
talents, the different dispositions depend
upon the heat and motion, more or less
considerable, of the animal spirits: This
is a settled point among the physicians;
I shall not appeal from their judgment.
The question would be to find a mechanical
instrument, to discover in each person
the degree of heat and motion of
this animal liquid, in order to discern
what any one is fit for, and to employ
him accordingly. This is what I am
seeking, and what the leaf, which is busy
in my brain, when unfolded will not fail
to show me.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_308'>308</span>I will compose a quintessence analogous
to the animal liquid; and, instead
of spirits of wine, I will fill thermometers
with it. On the side of the
tube, in the room of the different degrees
of the temperature of the air,
there shall be an enumeration of the
objects, about which men are usually
employed: Instead of cold, temperate,
hot, very hot, <em>&c.</em> shall be put, good
for history, good for physick, good
for poetry, good for the gown, good
for the sword, good for the mitre,
good for the baton, good for Bedlam,
<em>&c.</em></p>
<p class='c006'>When a person shall put his hand
upon the phial, the liquor will be condensed,
or dilated; and, rising or falling
<span class='pageno' id='Page_309'>309</span>in the tube, will show what the person
is good for.</p>
<p class='c006'>I will present Thermometers to sovereigns,
that they may chuse Generals,
Ministers, Counsellors, and especially
Favourites, who will love them enough
to tell them the truth. I will give some
to Bishops to fill their Benefices and
Dignities, for I observe, that those who
are appointed to watch, should themselves
be watched. I will give some
to Fathers, that their children may
be wisely disposed of: We shall not see
them gird with a sword a son whom
they ought to dedicate to the altar, nor
bury in a cloister a daughter who would
have been the delight of a husband, and
the happiness of a family. I will give
<span class='pageno' id='Page_310'>310</span>some to the Great, that they may discern
those who deserve their protection: They
will grant it no more to a base flatterer,
to a supple intriguer, to an ostentatious
mean person, who has pretensions; but
to true merit, which is seldom seen
by them, and never with all its advantages.
I will give some to those
tender-hearted virtuous Girls, made to
enliven the small number of our pleasures,
and to allay the multitude of our
troubles. With my Thermometers,
they will chuse husbands worthy of
their affection, if any such there be;
and they will not see themselves given
up to men born for the plague of their
sex; those men without morals, who
marry for life, and espouse only for six
months.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_311'>311</span>In fine, I will give some to particular
persons, that each may examine himself,
and act accordingly: For I observe,
that generally every one does what he
should not do; I see none but what are
misplaced.</p>
<p class='c006'>I am now solliciting for a pension,
to defray the vast expence, that I must
evidently be at in making Thermometers,
even though I should give them
only to such as most want them.</p>
<p class='c006'>It is true, that reflection might serve
instead of my liquid and glass-tubes,
but reflections are known to be very
rare. For example, it is now at Babylon
as on the real stage; all is action,
nothing is thought, and my Thermometers
may become a necessary piece of
furniture.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_312'>312</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XVI.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Lentils.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>The sap which circulates in the
Fantastical Tree, said the Prefect,
is exhausted in bearing and nourishing
leaves. Let it be considered,
how many plans, views, projects, come
into men’s heads; the prodigious quantity
of leaves that this tree must furnish
will be astonishing; and it will be no
longer wondered, that its whole substance
is wasted in their production.</p>
<p class='c006'>Mean while, the sap, passing into
the philosophical branch, makes more
progress there than any where else; it
produces blossoms, and sometimes fruit.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_313'>313</span>These blossoms are of a singular form
and colour, that is to say, admirable to
some eyes, and very odd to others.
Their odour is very penetrating; few
love it, many cannot bear it: To like
it, requires a strong head, and a brain
organized on purpose.</p>
<p class='c006'>These same blossoms are extremely
delicate: The least change of the air
disorders their economy. They generally
fade without leaving any fruit.</p>
<p class='c006'>In fine, the fruit is very late, and
seldom comes to perfect maturity. The
shell is almost round, divided within
into little cells, and ending at the top in
a crown.</p>
<p class='c006'>The little cells of the philosophical
fruit, are full of seeds transparent as
<span class='pageno' id='Page_314'>314</span>crystal, round and flatted like a Lentil,
but infinitely smaller. When the fruit
is ripe, it bursts; the cells open, the
seeds come out. But as they are very
light, they are suspended in the air, and
the wind blows them every way over the
surface of the earth.</p>
<p class='c006'>One thing would astonish thee if
thou wast not a little versed in chymistry
and optics, and that is, these philosophical
grains have a particular analogy
to the eye. They will not stick to
any other substance; but, as soon as
they come within the reach of certain
eyes, they never fail to fasten on them,
and that just before the sight of the
eye. As they are perfectly transparent,
they cannot be perceived: But they are
discovered by their effects.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_315'>315</span>He that has a seed of this kind before
his eyes, sees things as they are, and he
cannot be imposed upon by chimæras.
What used to appear to him <em>great</em>, is
prodigiously lessened, and what appeared
to him <em>little</em>, is magnified in the same
proportion; so that to his eyes, every
thing is upon a level or nearly so.</p>
<p class='c006'>In general, men appear to him very
little, and those lords over others, whom
he beheld before as colossuses, seem to
him so little above the rest, that he
hardly perceives the difference.</p>
<p class='c006'>He sees the extent of human knowledge,
and finds it so near to ignorance,
that he does not conceive how learning
can breed vanity, or ignorance cause
shame.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_316'>316</span>He sees without disguise the phantom
of immortality, the idol of the great
and the jest of the wise. He sees the
celebrated names penetrate a little more
or less into futurity; and then stop
like the rest and sink into eternal
oblivion.</p>
<p class='c006'>He sees what is low in the most
sublime; the dark part of what casts
the most lustre, the weak side in what
appears the strongest: And his imagination
presents to him nothing dazzling,
but wherein his reason discovers all the
defects.</p>
<p class='c006'>He sees the earth, as a point in the
boundless space; the series of ages,
as an instant in eternal duration; and
the chain of human actions, as the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_317'>317</span>traces of a cloud of flies in the aerial
plains.</p>
<p class='c006'>In fine, he respects virtue; and, as
to the rest, whatever he perceives all
around him, even to the most minute
things, seems to him all alike. He
esteems nothing, he despises nothing,
he prefers nothing, and accommodates
himself to every thing.</p>
<p class='c006'>Such a man cannot be conceived to
be susceptible of all those little sallies
of joy which affect others, but then he
is screened from those little mortifications
which trouble them so much, and
in my opinion, he is a gainer.</p>
<div class='chapter'>
<span class='pageno' id='Page_318'>318</span>
<h2 class='c004'>CHAP. XVII.<br/> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>The Subterraneous Road.</span></span></h2></div>
<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c012'>I have one thing more (said the
Prefect) to show thee; prepare thy
eyes and thy ears; and be frightened at
nothing.</p>
<p class='c006'>The rivulet, by the side of which we
walked to the Fantastical Tree, receives
several streams as it flows along; and,
as if it left with regret so beautiful a
residence, after forming a thousand serpentine
windings in the meadow, it
glides gently towards its mouth. In
that place, a hole, formed by an opening
of the earth, receives and transmits
<span class='pageno' id='Page_319'>319</span>it through subterraneous channels.</p>
<p class='c006'>We came to the place where it was
broadest. The bottom was of smooth
gravel, and the water not above an inch
deep. The Prefect went in and I followed
him.</p>
<p class='c006'>I had gone but a few paces, when
the bottom gave way: I sunk, but it
was only to my waste; and I remained
in that posture, without being able to
get to one side or the other. Fear
nothing, says the Prefect, calmly enjoy
the last spectacle I have reserved for
thee.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_320'>320</span>I then gave myself up to the efforts
of the waters, which carried me away,
and I soon entered into the subterraneous
cavities, where they were lost.
At a little distance, the rivulet flowed
into another, and soon after, both ran
into a river. I was carried from stream
to stream; I crossed gulphs, lakes, and
seas.</p>
<p class='c006'>As long as a faint light permitted, I
contemplated the internal frame of the
earth. It is a labyrinth of immense
caverns, deep grottos, irregular crevices,
which have a communication with one
another. The waters that flow in these
subterranean places, spread themselves
sometimes into vast basons, and seem to
stagnate; sometimes they run with a
<span class='pageno' id='Page_321'>321</span>rapid stream through narrow straits;
and dash against the rocks with such
impetuosity, as to produce the phosporus
and flashes of lightening; very
often they fall from the top of the
vaults with a dreadful noise. The
dazzled eye sees, as it imagines, the
foundations of the earth shake; one
would think, that the whole was
turned upside down, and falling into
chaos.</p>
<p class='c006'>When the glimmering light, which
I had enjoyed some time, came to fail,
I found myself buried in profound darkness,
which increased the horror, I had
conceived at what I had seen. A
hideous noise, mixed with the murmuring
of the streams, with the whistling
<span class='pageno' id='Page_322'>322</span>of the gulfs, with the roaring of the torrents,
threw me into great perturbation
of mind; and my troubled fancy formed
to itself a thousand frightful images.</p>
<p class='c006'>I went on a good while in this darkness;
and I know not how far I had
gone when a faint light struck my eyes.
It was not like that which precedes sun-rising,
or follows sun-set; but that melancholy
light, which a town on fire
spreads at a distance in the shade of the
night. I was some time before I saw
whence it came: At last, I found myself
close to the most terrible of all the
sights.</p>
<p class='c006'>A vast opening exposed to my eyes
in an immense cavern, an abyss of fire.
The devouring flame rapidly consumed
<span class='pageno' id='Page_323'>323</span>the combustible matter with which the
arched roofs of the abyss were impregnated.
A thick smoke mixed with
fiery sparks, diffused itself to a great
distance. From time to time, the calcined
stones fell down by pieces, and
the liquified metals formed flaming
streams. Sometimes whole rocks, rent
from the tops of the vaults, gave passage
to water, which poured down in
boiling streams. The moment the
water touched the calcined matters and
melted minerals, it caused most shocking
detonations: The concavities of the
globe resounded, their foundations were
shaken: And I conceived that such was
the cause of those terrible earth-quakes,
that have destroyed so many countries,
and swallowed up so many cities.</p>
<p class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_324'>324</span>I was soon in darkness again; for I
still went on. Every moment I should
have been destroyed, if the Prefect of
Giphantia had not watched over me.
I saw him no more: But his promise was
with me: And the dangers, I had
escaped, heartened me against those I
had still to undergo. By degrees I took
courage, and became so easy as to make
some reflections.</p>
<p class='c006'>Alas! said I, through a frightful desart
I came into the most beautiful mansions
in the world, and I am now going
thence through gulfs, abysses, and vulcanos.
Good and evil closely follow
one another. It is thus, the light of the
day and darkness of the night, the frosts
of the winter and the flowers of the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_325'>325</span>spring, the gentle zephyrs and the
raging storms, succeed one another.
However, by this strange concatenation,
is formed the enchanting prospect
of nature. Let us not doubt it: The
natural world, notwithstanding its disorders,
is the master-piece of infinite
wisdom; the moral world, in spite of
its stains, is worthy the admiration of
the philosopher: And Babylon, with all
its faults, is the chief city of the world.</p>
<p class='c006'>At last, after many days of subterraneous
navigation, I once more saw
the light; I came out of these terrible
vaults, and the last current landed me
upon a maritime coast. The serenity
of the air was not ruffled with the wind;
the calm sea shone with the rays of the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_326'>326</span>rising-sun; and, like a tender wife who
stretches out her arms, and sweetly
smiles on a beloved husband, the earth
seemed to resume new life at the return
of that glorious orb, from whence springs
all its fertility. By degrees, my troubled
senses were calmed: I looked round me,
and found myself in my own country,
six hundred furlongs north-west from
Babylon, to which city I address and dedicate
this narrative of my hazardous
travels.</p>
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<div class='nf-center c002'>
<div><i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">FINIS.</span></i></div>
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<hr class='c014' />
<div class='footnote' id='f1'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r1'>1</SPAN>. The Jansenists (so called from Jansenius
bishop of Ypres) explained the Doctrine of
Grace after the Calvinistical or rather Methodistical
manner, whilst the Molinists (so named
from Molina a Spanish Jesuit) explained it
after the Arminian or rather Semi-pelagian
way. The Gallican clergy were divided between
these two Opinions.</p>
<p class='c006'>The reader may remember, there are three
opinions concerning Grace. Says the Calvinist
and Methodist, Grace does <span class='fss'>ALL</span>. Says the Arminian
and Semi-pelagian, Grace does <span class='fss'>HALF</span>.
Says the Pelagian, Grace does <span class='fss'>NOTHING</span>.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f2'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r2'>2</SPAN>. The city of Ombi stood on the eastern
side of the Nile, and Tentyra or Tentyris
on the western; both in Thebais part of
Upper Egypt. The Tentyrites were professed
enemies of the Crocodiles, whilst the
rest of the Egyptians held them in great veneration,
especially the Ombites, who for their
sake waged war with the Tentyrites.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f3'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r3'>3</SPAN>. Our author in this and the following
chapter gives a very lively summary of the
four great monarchies of the world.</p>
<p class='c006'> I. The Assyrian or Babylonian founded
by Nimrod (or Belus I.) soon after the dispersion
at Babel, and which ended with the
taking of Babylon (A. C. 538) by Cyrus who
founded II. The Persian empire which ended
with the defeat of Darius Codomannus (A. C.
334) by Alexander the Great who founded
III. The Grecian or Macedonian empire which
in about five years was divided among his successors,
and at length (after the battle of Actium
and death of Cleopatra) became subject to
IV. The Roman empire under Augustus Cæsar,
of which there are still some remains.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f4'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r4'>4</SPAN>. Arbaces governour of Media, and Belesis of
Babylon.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f5'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r5'>5</SPAN>. After the death of Sardanapalus (who is
said to burn himself, his wives and concubines,
his eunuchs and riches, in one of the courts of
his palace) the empire was divided into the
Median over which Arbaces reigned at Nineveh,
and the Assyrian over which Belesis
reigned at Babylon. These were united
under Cyrus about 210 years after. Belesis
(the Baladan of Scripture) is called also Nabonassar.
From the first year of his reign
begins the famous Astronomical Æra of Nabonassar,
containing 908 years from February 26
before Christ 747, to the 23d year of Antoninus
Pius in the year of our Lord 161.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f6'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r6'>6</SPAN>. Nebuchadnezzer (A. C. 589) utterly destroyed
Jerusalem, put out king Zedekiah’s
eyes, killed his sons and erected the golden
image in the plains of Dura.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f7'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r7'>7</SPAN>. By a solemn treaty Ptolemy had Egypt,
<em>&c.</em> Cassander had Macedonia and Greece.
Lysimachus had Thrace, Bithynia, <em>&c.</em> Seleucus
had Syria, <em>&c.</em> Of these, the kingdom
of Egypt (under 14 monarchs including
Cleopatra) and of Syria (under 27 kings) subsisted
till subdued by the Romans. The rest
soon fell to pieces.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f8'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r8'>8</SPAN>. His Library is said to consist of above
200,000 volumes. Among the rest was the
Septuagint or Greek translation of the Old
Testament A. C. 267. done by Ptolemy’s order.
This library was at last destroyed by fire.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f9'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r9'>9</SPAN>. This man who from a huntsman raised
himself to the throne of Lusitania (now Portugal)
defeated the Romans in several battles;
so that Cepion the consul was forced at last to
have him murdered by treachery. He was
(says Livy) much lamented and honorably
buried.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f10'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r10'>10</SPAN>. Rome was taken by Alaric king of the
Goths in 410. By Genseric the Vandal in 455.
By Odoacer king of the Heruli in 465, and by
Totila the Goth in 546, by whom it was miserably
plundered.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f11'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r11'>11</SPAN>. Attila king of the Huns, (called <em>the scourge
of God</em>) after his other devastations entered Gaul
with 500,000 Men and was defeated in the
plains of Chalons in 451, with the loss of
200,000 Huns. After which he wasted Italy
and destroyed Aquileia and other places. Then
returning home, he died on his wedding night.
The Huns were the most terrible of all the
northern swarms. By the very terror of their
countenances they are said to over-run the Scythians,
Alans and Goths. They were so ignorant
as not to know letters.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f12'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r12'>12</SPAN>. Mahomet was born at Mecca in Arabia,
May 5, 570. He is thought by some to be
persuaded that he was really inspired to propagate
the belief of one God, and to overthrow
the idolatrous religion of his country. If he
retained some absurd notions, it was (say they)
to induce his countrymen to embrace his religion.
The Mahometan æra begins July 16,
622, when he fled from Mecca to Medina. He
died Jan. 17, 631, after having reduced Arabia
to his obedience. His religion has since spread
itself over Asia, Africa, and great part of
Europe.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f13'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r13'>13</SPAN>. Soliman, father of the Othman race, came
out of Scythia with 50,000 men in the year
1214, and pushed his conquests to the Euphrates.
In attempting to pass that river he was
drowned in 1219. Othman his grandson was
declared sultan in 1300. Mahomet II. the
seventh emperor of the Turks, put an end to
the Eastern empire by taking Constantinople in
1453. The Turks embraced the religion of
Mahomet.</p>
</div>
<div class='footnote' id='f14'>
<p class='c006'><SPAN href='#r14'>14</SPAN>. Camayeu, is a stone, whereon are found
various figures formed by nature. It is the name
the orientals give the onyx, on which and on agate,
these natural figures are often found. When the
figures are perfected by art, it is still called a
camayeu, as is also a painting in one colour, representing
basso relievos.</p>
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