in other Provinces, jostled out almost all Thoughts of this Place. But notwithstanding, after I had finish’d my Tour round this Globe, and was reflecting upon the _Mutakian_ Philosophy, their Manner of curing Disorders was not altogether so absurd. For I am convinc’d, that in our _Europe_ there are some Books that would purge the most costive, or give Sleep to the most wakeful. As to the Disorders of the Mind, I own I could not subscribe to the _Mutakian_ Principles in this Point, tho’ it must be confess’d, there are some Infirmities of Body, which we confound with the Disorders of the Mind; as a witty Poet of our World has observ’d in the following Epigram. _Sexte, diu mecum morbo vexaris eodem, Humores acres nos cruciare solent. Cum mihi sit morbus circum præcordia versans, Exosus, querulus, difficilisque vocor. At te ægrotantem plorant, miserantur amici, In pedibus morbi vis quia tota sedet. Comiter excusant te, cum saltare recusas, Immunem clamant, namque podagra tenet. Inter convivas at me cantare negantem, Fastosum, querulum, difficilemque vocant. Cum minus ardua res tibi sit saltatio, Sexte, Quam sit cardiaco psallere sæpe mihi._ I departed from _Mutak_, and crossing over a Lake of a yellow Hue, I arriv’d at _Mikrok_, and proceeding to the capital City, I found the Gate shut. I was oblig’d to wait till the drowsy Centinel was pleas’d to open it, which was some considerable Time, it being secur’d with a Multitude of Locks, Bolts, and Bars. Entring, I observ’d a deep Silence reign throughout the whole City, except that my Ears were now and then assaulted by a Noise as of People snoring. I could not help fancying I was got into the Region of Sleep, as the Poets talk. Would to God, says I to myself, that several of the Magistrates, Senators, and a few other honest Countrymen of mine, who are dear Lovers of Peace, had had the Luck to be born in this blessed City! How sweetly and quietly would they live! And yet from the Signs in the Streets, and Inscriptions on the Houses, it was evident, that Arts and Sciences were not unknown here, and that Laws were exercis’d. Led by these Signs, I found out an Inn. No Entrance to be had. The Doors were all fast. And tho’ it was Noon with the rest of the World, it should seem it was Night to the Inhabitants of this City. At last, after having knock’d and bounc’d a long while, I was let in. Time is here divided into twenty-three Hours; nineteen of them are sacred to Sleep, the other four to Business. Suspecting, therefore, these People to be monstrously negligent both in their publick and private Affairs, I desir’d something to be brought me to eat, which they had ready in the House, fearing, if I had order’d any Thing to be dress’d, the Cook should fall asleep while it was about. But all Things are here done in the concisest and most compendious Manner; every Thing superfluous is