CC eyes, what terrible claws, what a monstrous snout: "I have read of this monster somewhere before, it "certainly must be a tanglang that eats women; let 66 us throw it back into the sea where we found it." The diver in the mean time stood upon the beach, at the end of the line, with the hook in his mouth, using every art that he thought could best excite pity, and particularly looking extremely tender, which is usual in such circumstances. The coquet, therefore, in some measure influenced by the innocence of his looks, ventured to contradict her companion. "Up"on my word, sister," says she, "I see nothing in "the animal so very terrible as you are pleased to ap"prehend; I think it may serve well enough for à "change. Always sharks, and sturgeons, and lob

sters, and crawfish, make me quite sick. I fancy "a slice of this nicely grilled, and dressed up with "shrimp-sauce, would be very pretty eating. I "fancy mamma would like a bit with pickles above "all things in the world: and if it should not sit easy " on her stomach, it will be time enough to discon"tinue it when found disagreeable, you know." "Horrid," cries the prude; "would the girl be "poisoned. I tell you it is a tanglang; I have read "of it in twenty places. It is every where described as the most pernicious animal that ever infested "the ocean. I am certain it is the most insidious, "ravenous creature in the world; and is certain de"struction if taken internally." The youngest sister was now therefore obliged to submit: both assisted in drawing the hook with some violence from the diver's jaw; and he, finding himself at liberty, bent his breast against the broad wave, and disappeared in an instant.

Just at this juncture, the mother came down to the beach, to know the cause of her daughter's delay; they told her every circumstance, described the monster they had caught. The old lady was one of the

most discreet women in the world; she was called the black-eyed princess, from two black eyes she had received in her youth, being a little addicted to boxing in her liquor. "Alas, my children," cries she, "what "have you done? The fish you caught was a man"fish; one of the most tame, domestic animals in the "world. We could have let him run and play about "the garden, and he would have been twenty times "more entertaining than our squirrel or monkey.” "If that be all," says the young coquet, "we will fish "for him again. If that be all, I will hold three "tooth-picks to one pound of snuff, I catch him when"ever I please." Accordingly they threw in their line once more, but, with all their gilding, and paddling, and assiduity, they could never after catch the diver. In this state of solitude and disappointment they continued for many years, still fishing, but without success; till, at last, the genius of the place, in pity to their distress, changed the prude into a shrimp, and the coquet into an oyster. Adieu.

LETTER LXXXIX.

From the Same.

I AM amused, my dear Fum, with the labours "of some of the learned here. One shall write you a whole folio on the dissection of a caterpillar. Another shall swell his works with a description of the plumage on the wings of a butterfly; a third shall see a little world on a peach leaf, and publish a book to describe what his readers might see more clearly in two minutes, only by being furnished with eyes and a microscope.

I have frequently compared the understandings of such men to their own glasses. Their field of vision is too contracted to take in the whole of any but minute objects; they view all nature bit by bit; now the proboscis, now the antennæ, now the pinne of.... a flea. Now the polypus comes to breakfast upon a worm; now it is kept up to see how long it will live without eating; now it is turned inside outward; and now it sickens and dies. Thus they proceed, laborious in trifles, constant in experiment, without one single abstraction, by which alone knowledge may be properly said to increase, till, at last, their ideas, ever employed upon minute things, contract the size of the diminutive object, and a single mite shall fill their whole mind's capacity.

Yet believe me, my friend, ridiculous as these men are to the world, they are set up as objects of esteem for each other. They have particular places appointed for their meetings, in which one shows his cockleshell, and is praised by all the society; another próduces his powder, makes some experiments that result in nothing, and comes off with admiration and applause; a third comes out with the important discovery of some new process in the skeleton of a mole, and is set down as the accurate and sensible; while one, still more fortunate than the rest, by pickling, potting, and preserving monsters, rises into unbounded reputation.

The labours of such men, instead of being calculated to amuse the public, are laid out only for diverting each other. The world becomes very little the better or the wiser, for knowing what is the peculiar food of an insect, that is itself the food of another, which, in its turn, is eaten by a third; but there are men who have studied themselves into a habit of investigating and admiring such minutia. To these such subjects are pleasing, as there are some who contentedly spend whole days in endeavouring

to solve enigmas, or disentangle the puzzling sticks of children.

But of all the learned, those who pretend to investigate remote antiquity, have least to plead in their own defence, when they carry this passion to a faulty excess. They are generally found to supply by conjecture the want of record, and then by perseverance are wrought up into a confidence of the truth of opinions, which even to themselves at first appeared founded only in imagination.

The Europeans have heard much of the kingdom of China: its politeness, arts, commerce, laws, and morals, are, however, but very imperfectly known among them. They have, even now, in their Indian warehouses, numberless utensils, plants, minerals, and machines, of the use of which they are entirely ignorant; nor can any among them even make a probable guess for what they might have been designed. Yet though this people be so ignorant of the present real state of China, the philosophers I am describing have entered into long, learned, laborious disputes, about what China was two thousand years ago. China and European happiness are but little connected even at this day; but European happiness and China two thousand years ago have certainly no connection at all. However, the learned have written on and pursued the subject through all the labyrinths of antiquity; though the early dews and the tainted gale be passed away, though no footsteps remain to direct the doubtful chace, yet still they run forward, open upon the uncertain scent, and though in fact they follow nothing, are earnest in the pursuit. In this chace, however, they all take different ways. One, for example, confidently assures us, that China was peopled by a colony from Egypt. Sesostris, he observes, led his army as far as the Ganges; therefore, if he went so far, he might still have gone as far as China, which is but about a thousand

miles from thence; therefore he did go to China; therefore China was not peopled before he went there; therefore it was peopled by him. Besides, the Egyptians have pyramids, the Chinese have in like manner their porcelain tower; the Egyptians used to light up candles upon every rejoicing, the Chinese have lanthorns upon the same occasion; the Egyptians had their great river, so have the Chinese; but what serves to put the matter past a doubt is, that the ancient kings of China and those of Egypt were called by the same names. The emperor Ki is certainly the same with king Atoes; for, if we only change K into A, and I into toes, we shall have the name Atoes; and with equal ease Menes may be proved to be the same with the emperor Yu; therefore the Chinese are a colony from Egypt.

But another of the learned is entirely different from the last; and he will have the Chinese to be a colony planted by Noah, just after the deluge. First, from the vast similitude there is between the name of Fohi; the founder of the Chinese monarchy, and that of Noah, the preserver of the human race; Noah, Fohi, very like each other truly; they have each but four letters, and only two of the four happen to differ. But to strengthen the argument, Fohi, as the Chinese chronicle asserts, had no father. Noah, it is true, had a father, as the European Bible tells us; but, then, as this father was probably drowned in the flood, it is just the same as if he had no father at all; therefore Noah and Fohi are the same. Just after the flood, the earth was covered with mud; if it was covered with mud, it must have been incrustated with mud; if it was incrustated it was clothed with verdure; this was a fine unembarassed road for Noah to fly from his wicked children; he therefore did fly from them, and took a journey of two thousand miles for his own amusement; therefore Noah and Fohi are the same.