Mi Li took a hired post-chaise for Oxford, but as it was a little rotten it broke on the new road down to Henley.  A beggar advised him to walk into general Conway’s, who was the most courteous person alive, and would certainly lend him his own chaise.  The prince travelled incog.  He took the beggar’s advice, but going up to the house was told the family were in the grounds, but he should be conducted to them.  He was led through a venerable wood of beeches, to a menagerie[3] commanding a more glorious prospect than any in his father’s dominions, and full of Chinese pheasants.  The prince cried out in extasy, Oh! potent Hih! my dream begins to be accomplished.  The gardiner, who knew no Chinese but the names of a few plants, was struck with the similitude of the sounds, but discreetly said not a word.  Not finding his lady there, as he expected, he turned back, and plunging suddenly into the thickest gloom of the wood, he descended into a cavern totally dark, the intrepid prince following him boldly.  After advancing a great way into this subterraneous vault, at last they perceived light, when on a sudden they were pursued by several small spaniels, and turning to look at them, the prince perceived their eyes[4] shone like emeralds and rubies.  Instead of being amazed, as Fo-Hi, the founder of his race, would have been, the prince renewed his exclamations, and cried, I advance!  I advance!  I shall find my bride! great Hih! thou art infallible!  Emerging into light, the imperturbed[5] gardiner conducted his highness to a heap of artificial[6] ruins, beneath which they found a spacious gallery or arcade, where his highness was asked if he would not repose himself; but instead of answering he capered like one frantic, crying out, I advance!  I advance! great Hih!  I advance!—­The gardiner was amazed, and doubted whether he was not conducting a madman to his master and lady, and hesitated whether he should proceed—­but as he understood nothing the prince said, and perceiving he must be a foreigner, he concluded he was a Frenchman by his dancing.  As the stranger too was so nimble and not at all tired with his walk, the sage gardiner proceeded down a sloping valley, between two mountains cloathed to their summits with cedars, firs, and pines, which he took care to tell the prince were all of his honour the general’s own planting:  but though the prince had learnt more English in three days in Ireland, than all the French in the world ever learnt in three years, he took no notice of the information, to the great offence of the gardiner, but kept running on, and increased his gambols and exclamations when he perceived the vale was terminated by a stupendous bridge, that seemed composed of the rocks which the giants threw at Jupiter’s head, and had not a drop of water beneath[7] it—­Where is my bride, my bride? cried Mi Li—­I must be near her.  The prince’s shouts and cries drew a matron from a cottage that stood on a precipice near the bridge, and hung over the river—­My