The next Day a great Number of Selenites came to see me, and entertain’d me with abundance of Candour.  I seeing no Difference in Dress, nor any Deference paid to any, as distinguish’d by a superior Rank, I took Liberty to ask my English Selenite, if all the Inhabitants were upon a Level, and if they had no Servants nor Artificers?

“We have, said he, no Distinctions among us; who in your World begg’d Alms, with us, has the same Respect as he who govern’d a Province:  Tho’, to say Truth, we have but few of your sublunary Quality among us.  We have no Occasion for Servants; we are all Artificers, and none where Help is necessary, but offers his with Alacrity.  For Example, would I build a House, every one here, and as many more as were wanting, would take a Pleasure to assist me.”

He told me, that the next Day they intended to present me to Abrahijo, the oldest Selenite.

Accordingly, we set out at Sun-rising, and entered a Bark about a League from the House, and having pass’d about four Leagues on a River which ran thro’ a Valley beautiful beyond Description, we went ashore within an Hundred Yards Abrahijo’s Place of Abode.

When we came in, the venerable old Man, whose compos’d and chearful Countenance spoke the Heaven of his Mind, rose from his Chair, and came to meet us; he was of a great Age, but free from the Infirmities which attend it in our World.

The English Selenite presented me to him with few Words, and he received me with Tenderness.

After he was inform’d of my Story, he spoke to me by our Interpreter, to this Effect.

“My Son, I hope you will reap a solid Advantage from the perilous Journey you have made, tho’ your Expectation of finding Riches among us is frustrated.  All that I have to give you, is my Advice to return to your World, place your Happiness in nothing transitory; nor imagine that any Riches, but those which are Eternal, which neither Thief can carry away, nor Rust corrupt, are worthy of your Pursuit.  Keep continually in your Eye the Joys prepared for those who employ the Talents they are entrusted with, as they ought:  Reflect upon the little Content your World can afford you:  Consider how short is Life, and that you have but little Time to spare for Trifles, when the grand Business, the securing your eternal Rest, ought to employ your Mind.  You are there in a State of Probation, and you must there chuse whether you will be happy or miserable; you will not be put to a second Trial; you sign at once your own Sentence, and it will stand irrevocable, either for or against you.  Weigh well the Difference between a momentary and imperfect, and an eternal and solid Happiness, to which the Divine Goodness invites you; nay, by that Calmness, that Peace of Mind, which attends a virtuous Life, bribes you to make Choice of, if you desire to be among us, be your own Friend,