and you will be sure to have those Desires gratify’d.  But you must now return, since it was never known, that gross Flesh and Blood ever before breath’d this Air, and that your Stay may be fatal to you, and disturb the Tranquillity of the Selenites.  This I prophesy, and my Compassion obliges me to warn you of it.”

I made him a profound Reverence, thank’d him for his charitable Admonition, and told him I hoped nothing should win me from the Performance of a Duty which carry’d with it such ineffable Rewards.  That if no greater were promised, than those indulged to the Selenites, I would refuse no Misery attending the most abject Life, to be enrolled in the Number of the Inhabitants of that happy Region.

“I wish, replied he, the false Glare of the World does not hinder the Execution of these just Resolutions:  But that I may give you what Assistance is in our Power, in hopes of having you among us, we will shew the World unmask’d; that is, we will detain some time the Souls of Sleepers, that you may see what Man is, how false, how vain, in all he acts or wishes.  Know, that the Soul loos’d by Sleep, has the Power to call about it all the Images which it would employ, can raise imaginary Structures, form Seas, Lands, Fowls, Beasts, or whatever the rational Faculty is intent upon.  You shall now take some Refreshment, and after that we will both divert and instruct you.”

The Table was spread by himself and the other Selenites, the Cacklogallinians and my self invited, and I observ’d it differ’d nothing, either in Quality or Quantity, from that of my English Host.

After a solemn Adoration of the ineffable Creator, each took his Place; having finish’d our Meal, at which a strict Silence was observed, Abrahijo took me by the Hand, and led me into a neighbouring Field, the Beauty of which far excell’d that of the most labour’d and artificial Garden among us.

  “Here, said he, observe yon Shade; I shall not detain it, that you
  may see the Care and Uneasiness attending Riches.”

The Shade represented an old withered starv’d Carcass, brooding over Chests of Money.  Immediately appeared three ill-look’d Fellows; Want, Despair, and Murder, were lively-pictur’d in their Faces; they were taking out the Iron Bars of the old Man’s Window, when all vanish’d of a sudden.  I ask’d the Meaning of it; he told me, the Terror the Dream of Thieves put him into, had awaken’d him; and the Minute he slept again, I should see again his Shade.  Hardly had Abrahijo done speaking, when I again saw the old Man, with a young well-dress’d Spark standing by him, who paid him great Respect.  I heard him say very distinctly,