A journey to the world under-groundHolberg, Ludvig
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A journey to the world under-ground
Holberg, Ludvig
Utopias -- Early works to 1800; Voyages, Imaginary -- Early works to 1800
_Madam_,
_Your most humble_,
_And most obedient Servant_,
+Kikidorian+.
This Answer I seal’d up, and gave it to the Bearer to deliver to
her Mistress. It had the Effect I suspected. Her Love was chang’d
into the strongest Aversion. However, she deferr’d her Revenge till
she had recover’d that Letter she sent to me. She then suborn’d
false Witnesses, who swore that I attempted to violate the Syndick’s
Bed. This Story was cook’d up with so much Art, and such an Air of
Probability, that the Syndick, not making the least Doubt about it,
threw me into Prison. In this Extremity, there was but one Thing to be
done, and that was, to make Confession of the Crime, and implore his
Excellency’s Mercy. By these Means, I hop’d to divert or soften his
Anger, and procure a Mitigation of my Punishment. For it was ridiculous
to think of contesting the Matter with a powerful Family, especially in
a Country, where not the Merits of the Cause, but the sole Quality of
the Person is regarded. Therefore omitting all Sort of Defence, I had
Recourse to the most abject Supplications and Tears, imploring not a
total Remission of my Punishment, but only to have it moderated.
Thus by the Confession of a Crime I never dreamt of, I chang’d the
Punishment of Death for a perpetual Captivity. My Diploma of Nobility
was taken from me, and torn in Pieces by the Hands of the common
Hangman, and I myself was condemn’d to be a Galley-Slave all my
Days. The Galley, or Vessel, I was sent to work in, belong’d to the
Government, and lay in Readiness for its Voyage to the _Mezendores_,
or Land of Wonders. This Voyage is undertaken at a stated Time of the
Year, namely, in the Month _Radir_. They sail to these Parts in Quest
of such Commodities as are not to be had in their own Country, so that
the _Mezendores_ are a Kind of _Indies_ to the _Martinians_. A Body
of Merchants, as well Nobles as Citizens, are erected into a Society
called the _Mezendorian Company_, among whom the Merchandise of the
returning Vessel is divided, according to their several Subscriptions
and Shares. The Vessel moves both by Sails and Oars, and to every
Oar two Slaves or Captives are assign’d: And to this Drudgery was I
condemn’d during this Voyage. With what Reluctance I enter’d upon it,
it is easy to guess, especially as I had done nothing to deserve being
thus expos’d to servile Labour, and to the Lash, among Wretches and
Slaves. Various were the Sentiments of the _Martinians_ concerning my
Misfortune. Some were of Opinion I was culpable, and therefore deserv’d
the Punishment; but then the Sight of me in that miserable Condition
drew Compassion from them. Others thought some Regard ought to have
been had to my former Services, and that therefore my Punishment need
not have been so severe. But some of the honester Monkeys mutter’d
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