Captain _Byron_’s _Titans_ had more of the _Scavoir vivre_, and seeing him advance alone, stopped. He came up with them, and addressed them in all the Languages he knew, and that they did not. They replied in the Giant-Tongue, which I am told a very reverend Critic, upon the Strength of one Syllable which the Captain remembered, affirms is plainly _Phœnician_. The Captain not being Master of that exceedingly useful and obsolete Language, had the Misfortune of not comprehending a Word they said. Had he been a deep Scholar, he would undoubtedly have had recourse to Hieroglyphics, which the Learned tell us was the first Way of conveying Instruction: But I must beg leave to observe that it was very lucky the Captain had not so much Erudition. I do not know whether he can draw or not, but most probably if he can, he had not his Implements with him. At most perhaps a Black-Lead Pencil, or a Pen and Ink, and the Cover of a Letter. He could not with such Tools have asked many Questions; and as the Giants are probably not better Painters than the _Egyptians_, he would have understood their Answers as little as the Learned do the Figures on Obelisks. Thus he would have lost his Time, and got no Information; or what is worse to every Man but a Critic, have made a thousand absurd Guesses. The Captain having a great Deal more Sense, and the Savages some, they naturally fell into that _Succedaneum_ to Language, Signs. Yet I do not hear that either Side gained much Information. The first Thing, or rather first Sign, he said to them in this Dilemma, was, _sit down_, which he explained by sitting down on the Ground himself. The poor good Giants understood him, dismounted, and sat down too. It is said, but far be it from me to affirm it, that when the Captain (who I am told is upwards of Six Feet) rose again, the nearest Giant to him, tho’ sitting, was taller than he. An Hour or two was spent in fruitlesly endeavouring to understand one another: All I hear the Captain comprehended, was, that the Giants invited him very civily to go with them into the Woods, where, I suppose, _Gigantopolis_ stands, and their King resides, who, no doubt, is at least two Feet taller than the tallest of his Grenadiers. The Captain declined the Offer, at which these polite Savages expressed much Concern, but never once, as any still more polite People would have done, attempted to force him. When he took his leave they remained motionless, and continued so, as he observed by his Glasses, till the Ship was out of their Sight.