At length, as I did not care to continue longer in a House that was not my own, and as I was under a Necessity of coming abroad one Time or other, in order to procure myself a competent Livelihood, I thought it was now high time to begin: Accordingly, we both went to _Bergen_; and my Friend made me pass for a Student of _Drontheim_, and a Relation of his, who came to spend some Time in that Capital. Soon after he recommended me so earnestly to the Bishop of _Bergen_, sometimes by Letters, and sometimes in Conversation, that that venerable Prelate promised me the first vacant Mastership of any School or College he had in his Gift. This was an Office to my Palate, inasmuch as it seem’d to be something a-kin to the Elevation I was lately fallen from. For the Government of a School is the Shadow or Image of Imperial Power: The Ferula is the Scepter, and the Chair a Throne. But as no Vacancy happen’d in a long Time, and as it was necessary something should be done for my present Subsistence, I was resolv’d to embrace the first Offer that should be made me. Luckily the Curate of _St. Cross_ now died, and the Bishop appointed me to succeed him. This Promotion seem’d ridiculous enough for the Monarch of so many Empires and Kingdoms. But as nothing makes Men more ridiculous than Poverty, and as it is too high a Strain of Niceness, to refuse muddy Water, when a Man is parch’d with Thirst, I accepted the gracious Offer, and am now spending the Residue of my Days in this Office, with the Contentedness of a Philosopher. A little after this Promotion, a Match was propos’d to me with the Daughter of a Merchant of _Bergen_, whose Name was _Magdalen_. The Lady pleas’d me highly: But as it was very likely that the Empress of _Quama_ was still alive, I was afraid lest by this Marriage with _Magdalen_, I should be guilty of Polygamy. But my Friend _Abeline_, to whom I unbosom’d myself on this Occasion, ridicul’d my Fears, and by so many Arguments demonstrated the Folly of my Scruples, that I no longer hesitated to conclude the Match. I liv’d six Years with this Wife in the utmost Love and Friendship; altho’ in all that Time, I never once related my subterranean History to her. But as I could never entirely lose the Remembrance of that Height of Glory from which I was fallen, some sudden Starts and Gestures would now and then escape me, which did not seem to agree with my present Condition. By this second Venter I had three Sons, _Christiern_, _John_, and _Jasper_; so that in the whole I have four, if so be that the Prince of _Quama_ is still alive. _Thus far the Manuscript of_ +Nicholas Klimius+ _reaches. What follows is the Appendix of Master_ +Abeline+.