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them at least six feet high, and made three rows of very proper men ; but the common soldiers, who filled up the Spaces between the officers, were such dwarfs, cripples, and scarecrows, that one could hardly look upon them without laughing. There were behind the Acrostics two or three files of Chronograms, which differed only from the former, as their officers were equipped, like the figure of time, with an hour-glass in one hand, and a fcvthe in the other, and took their posts promiscuously among the private men whom they commanded.

In the body of the temple, and before the very face of the deity, methought I saw the phantom of Tryphiodorus the Lipogrammatist, engaged in a ball with fourand-twenty persons, who pursued him by turns through all the intricacies and labyrinths of a country dance, without being able to overtake himn.

Observing several to be very busy at the western end of the Temple, I inquired into what they were doing, and found there was in that quarter the great inagazine of Rebus's. There were several things of the most different natures tied up in bundles, and thrown upon one another in heaps like faggois. You might behold an anchor, a night-rail, and a hobby-horse, bound up together, One of the workmen seeing me very much surprized told me, there was an infinite deal of wit in several of those bundles, and that he would explain them to me if I pleased, I thanked him for his civility, but told him I was in very great halte at that time. As I was going out of the temple, I observed in one corner of it a cluster of men and women laughing very heartily, and diverting themselves at a game of Crambo. I heard several Double Rhymes as I passed by them, which raifed a great deal of mirth.

Not far from these was another set of merry people engaged at a diversion, in which the whole jest was to mistake one person for another. To give occasion for these ludicrous mistakes, they were divided into pairs, every pair being covered from head to foot with the same kind of dress, though perhaps there stas not the least resemblance in their faces. By this


means an old man was sometimes mistaken for a boy, a woman for a man, and a black-a-moor for an Eŭropein, which

very often produced great peals of laughter. These I guessed to be a party of Puns. But being very desirous to get out of this world of magic, which had almost turned my brain, I left the temple, and crossed over the fields that lay about it with all the speed I could make.

I was not gone far before I heard the sound of trumpets and alarms, which seemed to proclaim the march of an enemy; and, as I afterwards found, was in reality what I apprehended it. There appeared at a great distance a very shining light, and, in the midst of it, a person of à most beautiful aspect; her name was Truth, On her right-hand there marched a male deity, who bore several quivers on his thoulders, and grasped several arrows in his hand. His name was Wit. The approach of these two enemies filled all the territories of Falle Wit with an unspeakable consternation, insomuch that the goddess of those regions appeared in perfon upon her frontiers, with the several inferior deities, and the different bodies of forces which I had before seen in the temple, who were now drawn up. in array, and prepared to give their foes a warm reception. As the march of the enemy was very slow, it gave the several inhabitants who bordered upon the regions of Falthood to draw their forces into a body, with a design to stand upon their guard as neuters, and attend the issue of the combat.

I must here inform my reader, that the frontiers of the enchanted region, which I have before described, were inhabited by the species of Mixed Wit, who made a very odd appearance when they were mustered together in an army. There were men whose bodies were stuck full of darts, and women whose eyes were burning-glasses; men that had hearts of fire, and women that had breasts of snow. It would be endless to describe several monsters of the like nature, that composed this great army; which immediately fell afunder and divided itself into two parts, the one half throwing themselves behind


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the banners of Truth, and the others behind those of Falshood.

The goddess of Falfhood was of a gigantic ftature, and advanced some paces before the front of her army; but as the dazzling light, which flowed from Truth, began to shine upon her, he faded insensibly; infomuch, that in a little space she looked rather like an huge phantom than a real substance. At length, as the goddess of Truth approached still nearer to her, she fell away intirely, and vanished amidst the brightness of her presence; so that there did not remain the least trace or impression of her figure in the place where the had been seen.

As at the rising of the sun the constellations grow thin, and the stars go out one after another, till the whole hemisphere is extinguished; such was the vanishing of the goddess: and not only of the goddels herfelf, but of the whole army that attended her, which sympathized with their leader, and shrunk into nothing, in proportion as the goddess disappeared. At the fame time the whole temple sunk, the filh betook themselves to the streams, and the wild beasts to the woods, the fountains recovered their murmurs, the birds their voices, the trees their leaves, the flowers their scents, and the whole face of nature its true and genuine appearance. Though I still continued asleep, I fancied myself as it were awakened out of a dreain, when I saw this region of prodigies restored to woods and rivers, fields and meadow's.

Upon the removal of that wild scene of wonders, which had very much disturbed my imagination, I took a full survey of the persons of Wit and Truth; for indeed it was impossible to look upon the first, without seeing the other at the same time. There was behind them a strong and compact body of figures. The genius of Heroic Poetry appeared with a sword in her hand, and a laurel on her head. Tragedy was crowned with cypress, and covered with robes dipped in blood. Satire had smiles in her look, and a dagger under her garment.

Rhetoric was


known by her thunderbolt; and Comedy by her maík. After several other figures, Epigram marched up in the rear, who had been pofted there at the beginning of the expedition, that he might not revolt to the enemy, whom he was suspected to favour in his heart. I was very much awed and delighted with the appearance of the God of Wit; there was something so amiable and yet to piercing in his looks, as inspired me at once with love and terror. As I was gazing on him, to my unspeakable joy, he took a quiver of arrows from his fhoulder, in order to make me a present of it; but as I was reaching out my hand to receive it of him, I knocked it against a chair, and by that means awaked.

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Hic vivimus ambitiofà
Paupertate omnes-

The face of wealth in poverty we wear.
THE most improper things we commit in the con-

duct of our lives, we are lcd into by the force of fashion. Instances might be given, in which a prevailing custom makes us act against the rules of nature, law, and common sense; but at present I shall confine my consideration of the effect it has upon men's minds, by looking into our behaviour when it is the falhion to go into mourning. The custom of representing the grief we have for the loss of the dead by our habits, certainly had its rise from the real sorrow of such as were too much distressed to take the proper care they ought of their dress. By degrees it prevailed, that such as had this inward oppreifion upon their minds, made an apology for not joining with the rest of the world in their ordinary diversions by a dress suited to their condition. This therefore was at first assumed by such only as were under real distress; to whom it

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was a relief that they had nothing about them fo light and gay as to be irkfome to the gloom and melancholy of their inward reflections, or that might misrepresent them to others. In process of time this laudable distinction of the sorrowful was lost, and mourning is now worn by heirs and widows. You see nothing but magnificence and folemnity in the equipage of the relict, and an air of release from fervitude in the pomp of a son who has lost a wealthy father. This fashion of sorrow is now become a generous part of the ceremonial between princes and fovereigns, who in the language of all nations are stiled brothers to each other, and put on the purple upon the death of any potentate with whom they live in amity. Courtiers, and all who wish themselves such, are immediately seized with grief from head to foot upon this disaster to their prince; so that one may know, by the very buckles of a gentleman-ulher, what degree of friendship any deceased monarch maintained with the court to which he be. longs. A good courtier's habit and behaviour is hierð. glyphical on these occafions; he deals much in whispers, and you may see he dresses according to the best intelligence.

The general affectation among men, of appearing greater than they are, makes the whole world run into the habit of the court. You see the lady, who the day before was as various as a rainbow, upon the time appointed for beginning to mourn, as dark as a cloud. This humour docs not prevail only on thote whose fortunes can support any change in their equipage, not on those only whose income demand the wantonnefs of new appearances; but on such also who have just enough to clothe them. An old acquaintance of mine, of ninety pounds a year, who has naturally the vanity of being a man of fashion deep at his heart, is very much put to it to bear the mortality of princes. He made a new black suit upon the death of the King of Spain, he turned it for the King of Portugal, and he now keeps his chamber while it is Icouring for the emperor. He is a good æconomist

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