The Heavens here were ever serene; no Thunder-bearing Cloud obscur’d the Sky; the whispering Zephyrs wanton’d in the Leaves, and gently bore along the enchanting Musick of the feather’d Choir:  The Sea here knew no Storms, nor threatning Wave, with Mountain swell, menaced the Ships, which safely plough’d the peaceful Bosom of the Deep. AEolus and all his boisterous Sons were banish’d from these happy Seats, and only kindly Breezes fann’d the fragrant Air.  In short, all was ravishing, and Nature seem’d here to have given her last Perfection to her Works, and to rejoice in her finish’d Labours.

I found my Spirits so invigorated by the refreshing Odours, of this Paradice, so elated with the Serenity of the Heavens, and the Beauties which every where entertained and rejoiced my Sight, that in Extasy I broke out into this grateful Soliloquy.

O Source of Wisdom, Eternal Light of the Universe! what Adorations can express the grateful Acknowledgments of thy diffusive Bounty!  Who can contemplate the beauty of thy Works, the Product of thy single Fiat, and not acknowledge thy Omnipotence, Omniscience, and extensive Goodness!  What Tongue can refrain from singing thy Praise!  What Heart so hard, but must be melted into Love!  Oh Eternal Creator, pity my Weakness, and since I cannot speak a Gratitude adequate to thy Mercies, accept the Fulness of my Heart, too redundant for Expression.

As I spoke this, in the Cacklogallinian Tongue, Volatilio came up to me, and said,

“Alas! Probusomo, how can a finite Being return Praises adequate to infinite Mercies!  Let us return such as we are capable of; let the Probity of our Lives speak our Gratitude; by our Charity for each other endeavour to imitate the Divine Goodness, and speak our Love to him, by that we shew to Mortals, the Work of his Divine Will, however they may differ from us, and from one another, in their Species.  I am glad I am not deceived in my Opinion of you.  I believed from the Observation I made of your Life in a corrupt and dissolute Court, that you fear’d the first Being of Beings, and for that Reason chose you Companion of this hitherto unattempted Journey; for I expected a Blessing would attend my Undertaking, while such a one was embark’d with me:  For to the Shame of our Nation, we own a Deity in Words, but deny him in our Actions:  We acknowledge this Divine Being must be pure and just, and that our Lives (as he must abominate all Impurity and Injustice) ought to be conformable to his Attributes, wou’d we hope his Favour and Protection, notwithstanding we act diametrically opposite, as the most ready Method to procure our Happiness.”

Finding our selves press’d by Hunger, we descended the Mountain, at the Foot of which we found a Plantation of Olive Trees, and abundance of Pear, standing Apricock, Nectarn, Peach, Orange, and Lemon Trees, interspers’d.  We satisfied our craving Appetites with the Fruit we gather’d, and then getting into my Palanquin, Volatilio leading the Way, we went in Search of the Inhabitants.  Our Flight was little better than a Soar, that we might with more Advantage view the Country.