is unknown to them; hatred, envy, and persecution never plagued them; neither do they affect the dominion over one another. In short, every one is contented with his own state and condition, and are not tormented with unnecessary cares. Is not this the greatest happiness of this life? O happy people! what better things can one wish you, than what you already possess? Have you no riches? yet poverty does not trouble you. Have you no superfluity? yet you suffer no want. Is there no pomp and pride to be seen among you? neither is there any slight or scorn to be met with. Is there no nobility or high rank amongst them? neither is there any slavery or bondage. What is sweeter than liberty? And what is happier than contentedness? But one thing is yet wanting: I mean, the saving knowledge of God and his dear son Christ Jesus, in which alone consists eternal life and happiness. John xvii. And this is what we offer you, in preaching to you the holy Gospel. Now, God, who bade light shine forth in darkness, enlighten your hearts, in the light of the knowledge of God’s glorious appearance in and through Christ Jesus. May he deliver your souls from the slavery of the Devil, and of sinful lusts, as you are free from corporeal bondage, to the end that you always may be free with the Lord both in soul and body. Amen. THE END. CHARLES WOOD, Printer, Poppin’s Court, Fleet Street, London. FOOTNOTES: [1] Torfæi Gronlandia Antiqua Havniæ, 1706, p. 16; see also Peyrere Relation du Groenland, p. 84. These two authorities are principally followed. Peyrere’s work is in Recueil de Voyages au Nord, tome premier. [2] Torfæus, p. 13, “_medias alpes_.” [3] Torfæus, p. 14. [4] Ibid., p. 19. [5] Peyrere. [6] Torfæus possessed three versions of this account in German, Danish, and Icelandic. His narrative runs,--The most Eastern settlement of Greenland lies under the promontory of Herjolfsness, and is called Skagefiord. Here is an uncultivated mountain, called Barrafell. At the mouth is a long sandbank (_pulvinus longus_), stretched across, so that no ships can enter, except when the water is raised to a great height by the wind and tide. At that time numbers of whales crowd into the bay. Here is a never-failing fishery, which is part of the episcopal domain. [7] Torfæus and Peyrere. [8] Torfæus says, “ubi publica _in sylvis_ venatio.” Of what trees were these woods composed? Peyrere, copying the Icelandic Chronicle, says, “Où il se fait grande chasse de toutes sortes de bestes, et entre autres de quantité d’ours blancs.” [9] Torfæi Hist. p. 45. [10] Peyrere’s words are, “il y a une maison royale nommée Fos.” [11] Torfæus calls it “villa magnifica.” [12] Torfæus says, “rusticorum villæ.” [13] Peyrere.