We were about a Month before we came into the Attraction of the Moon, in all which time none of us had the least Inclination to Sleep or Meat, or found our selves any way fatigued, nor, till we reach’d that Planet, did we close our Eyes; the Attraction was so great, that it was all the Bearers and Volatilio could do to prevent our being dash’d to Pieces on a Mountain; we descended with that inconceivable Swiftness, that I apprehended it impossible, in our Return, to avoid that Misfortune in the World we left; since the Attraction, if its Virtue was augmented in proportion to its Magnitude, must be much stronger.

This Thought made me very uneasy for those who return’d.  I spoke of it to Volatilio who bid me apprehend nothing; for, said he, the Magnetick Virtue of the Load-stone is so far from being in Proportion to its Size, that the very large ones have less attractive Power than those which are middling.

When I had recover’d from the Fright, which the Rapidity of our Descent had put me into, I view’d the circumjacent Country with equal Wonder and Delight; Nature seem’d here to have lavish’d all her Favours; on whatsoever Side I turn’d my Eye, the most ravishing Prospect was offer’d to my Sight.  The Mountain yielded a gradual Descent to most beautiful Meadows, enamell’d with Cowslips, Roses, Lilies, Jessamines, Carnations, and other fragrant Flowers, unknown to the Inhabitants of our Globe, which were as grateful to the Smell, as entertaining to the Eye.  The chrystal Rivulets which smoothly glided thro’ these inchanting Meads, seem’d so many Mirrors reflecting the various Beauties of those odoriferous Flowers which adorn’d their Banks.  The Mountain, which was of considerable Height, afforded us a great Variety in our Prospect, and the Woods, Pastures, Meads, and small Arms of the Sea, were intermingled with that surprizing Beauty and Order, that they seem’d rather dispos’d by Art, than the Product of Nature; the Earth it self yielded a grateful and enlivening Scent, and is so pure, that it does not sully the Hands.  The Cedars, which cloath’d the middle Part of the Summit, were streight, tall, and so large, that seven Men would hardly fathom the Bowl of one; round these twin’d the grateful Honey-suckle, and encircling Vine, whose purple Grapes appearing frequent from among the Leaves of the wide extended Branches, gave an inconceivable Pleasure to the Beholder.  The Lily of the Valley, Violet, Tuberose, Pink, Julip and Jonquil, cloath’d their spacious Roots, and the verdant Soil afforded every salutiferous Herb and Plant, whose Vertues diffus’d thro’ the ambient Air (without the invenom’d and the griping Fist of the Cacklogallinian Empiricks) Preservatives to the blessed Inhabitants of the Lunar World.