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I must not omit my own particular adventure. My friend with the long vifage had no fooner taken upon him my fhort face, but he made fuch a grotefque figure in it, that as I looked upon him I could not forbear laughing at myfelf, infomuch that I put my own face out of countenance. The poor gentleman was fo fenfible of the ridicule, that I found he was afhamed of what he had done: On the other fide, I found that I myself had no great reafon to triumph, for as I went to touch my forehead I miffed the place, and clapped my finger upon my upper lip. Befides, as my nole was exceeding prominent, I gave it two or three unluckly knocks as I was playing my hand about my face, and aiming at fome other part of it. I faw two other gentlemen by me, who were in the fame ridiculous circumftances. Thefe had made a foolish fwop between a couple of thick bandy legs, and two long trapsticks that had no calfs to them. One of thefe looked like a man walking upon ftilts, and was fo lifted up into the air above his ordinary height, that his head turned round with it; while the other made fuch aukward circles, as he attempted to walk, that he fcarce

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knew how to move forward upon his new fupporters obferving him to be a pleasant kind of fellow, I ftuck my cane in the ground, and told him I would lay him a bottle of wine, that he did not march up to it on a line that I drew for him, in a quarter of an hour.

The heap was at laft diftributed among the two fexes, who made a most piteous fight, as they wandered up and down under the preffure of their feveral burthens. The whole plain was filled with murmurs and complaints and groans and lamentations. Jupiter at length, taking compaffion on the poor mortals, ordered them a fecond time to lay down their loads, with a design to give every one his own again. They discharged themselves with a great deal of pleasure, after which, the Phantom, who had led them into fuch grofs delufions, was commanded to disappear. There was fent in her ftead a goddefs of a quite different figure: her motions were fteady and compofed, and her aspect serious but chearful. She every now and then caft her eyes towards heaven, and fixed them upon Jupiter: Her name was PATIENCE. She had no fooner placed herfelf by the mount of forrows, but, what I thought very remarkable, the whole heap funk to fuch a N degree,

degree, that it did not appear a third part fo big as it was before. She afterwards returned every man his own proper calamity, and teaching him how to bear it in the most commodious manner, he marched off with it contentedly, being very well pleased that he had not been left to his own choice, as to the kind of evils which fell to his lot.

Besides the several pieces of morality to be drawn out of this vifion, I learnt from it, never to repine at my own misfortunes, or to envy the happiness of another, fince it is impoffible for any man to form a right judgment of his neighbour's fufferings; for which reafon alfo I have determined never to think too lightly of another's complaints, but to regard the forrows of my fellowcreatures with sentiments of humanity and compaffion.

HYMN XIV.

CHRIST's Death, Victory, and Dominion.

By Dr.Watts.

I

To Canterbury Tune.

Sing my Saviour's wondrous death;
He conquer'd when he fell:

'Tis finifb'd, faid his dying breath,
And fhook the gates of hell.

2 'Tis

2 'Tis finifh'd, our Emanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence fhall his fovereign throne arife,
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a fure foundation laid
For glory and renown,

When thro' the regions of the dead
He pafs'd to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at his Father's fide

Sits our victorious Lord;

To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward

5 The faints from his propitious eye,
Await their feveral crowns,
And all the fons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

HYMN XV.

A Song of Praise for Eafter Day in the Morning. To the 81ft Pfalm Tune.

A

Wake my foul, rife from this bed
Of dull and fluggish earth;

Quickly arife, lift up thy head,
And fee thy Lord's new birth.
Once did he come, O bleffed he!
Born of a virgin's womb

Lo now he comes, (and still for thee)
Sprung from a virgin tomb.
N 2

See

See thy Lord rifes fresh and bright,
Incircled round with stars,

Which all from him receive their light,
And from his glorious fcars.
And thus as he his progress makes
Up to his heav'n again,

Each rifen faint his musick takes,
And follows in his train.
Thus altogether they ascend,

Till at heav'ns gate they come,
Where wond'ring angels do attend
To bid them welcome home.
The angels knew again their King,
And foon his call obey;

All the glad choirs came forth to fing,
And crown with mirth the day.
Come then, my foul, let us rejoyce,
Let us our confort bring,
Up to high heav'n let's lift our voice,
And with the angels fing,

Glory and honour, pow'r and praife
To the myfterious Three,

As at the first beginning was,
May now and ever be.

HYMN

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