that in a Moment of Time the greatest Affairs may be disconcerted and thrown into Confusion; yet nevertheless what has happened to me surpasses all Credibility.” To which my Host reply’d, _That this must be the Condition of those who wander for such a Length of Time; for_, continued he, _what Vicissitudes, what Misfortunes may not happen to a Man in a Course of Sixteen hundred Years Peregrination?_ I could not comprehend the Meaning of this, and therefore I ask’d him what he meant by those Sixteen hundred Years? _If_, return’d he, _any Credit is to be given to History, it is now Sixteen hundred Years since_ Jerusalem _was destroy’d: I doubt not, most venerable Sir, but that about the Time of that memorable Action, you was even then something advanc’d in Years; for if what is related concerning you be true, we may refer the Date of your Nativity to the Reign of_ Tiberius. At these Words I was silent for a considerable Time, and thought the old Man doated; but at last I told him, that his Language requir’d an _OEdipus_ to unriddle it. With that he brought me a Print of the Temple of _Jerusalem_, and ask’d me, whether I thought it differ’d very much from the Original? In spite of all my Grief, I could not help bursting into a Laugh, and ask’d him the Meaning of this odd puzzling Discourse. He reply’d, _Whether I am in an Error, or not, I cannot say: But the Inhabitants of this Place aver, that you are that famous_ Jew, _who ever since the Days of Christ have been condemn’d to wander over the World. But yet, methinks, the nearer I survey you, the more I discover in your Face the Features of an old Friend of mine, who some twelve Years ago perish’d on the Top of this Mountain._ At these Words, the Mist before my Eyes was dissipated, and I knew my old Friend _Abeline_, whose House in _Bergen_ I us’d to frequent. I flew into his Arms immediately, and tenderly embrac’d him. And do I live to hold thee thus, my _Abeline_, said I? I scarce believe my Eyes and Senses. Yes, I am _Klimius_, return’d in a manner from the Grave. I am that very _Klimius_, who about twelve Years since descended into that Cavern. My Friend, confounded at this unexpected Turn, stood like one thunder-struck; at length he cry’d out, Yes! it is he! I see my _Klimius_! I hear his Voice! _Sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat._