Demonstration, his _Raree Show_; the particulars of which he repeats to ’em in a whining _Tone_, e’ry whit as formal and merry, though not so Musical, as the Fellows that used formerly to carry _theirs at their Backs_. His ordinary discourse is of his _Travels under Ground_, in which he has gone farther (if he may be believ’d) than a whole Warren of _Conies_. Here he began his Collection of Furniture for his Philosophical _Toy Shop_, which he will conclude with his Fortune, and then like all Flesh revert to the place from whence he came, and be translated only from one Shop to another. This, _Madam_, is another sort of Impertience our Sex are not liable to; one wou’d think that none but _Mad Men_, or highly _Hypochondriacal_, cou’d employ themselves at this rate. I appeal to you, or indeed to any Man of Sense, whether acts like the wiser Animal; the man that with great care, and pains distinguishes and divides the many Varieties of Grass, and finds no other Fruit of his labour, than the charging of his Memory with abundance of superfluous Names; or the Ass that eats all promiscuously, and without distinction, to satisfy his _Appetite_ and support _Nature_. To what purpose is it, that these Gentlemen ransack all Parts both of _Earth_ and _Sea_ to procure these _Triffles_? It is only that they may give their Names to some yet unchristen’d Shell or Insect. I know that the desire of knowledge, and the discovery of things yet unknown is the Pretence; But what Knowledge is it? What Discoveries do we owe to their Labours? It is only the Discovery of some few unheeded Varieties of Plants, Shells, or Insects, unheeded only because useless; and the Knowledge, they boast so much of, is no more than a Register of their Names, and Marks of Distinction only. It is enough for them to know that a _Silk Worm_ is a sort of _Caterpiller_, that when it is come to maturity Weaves a _Web_, is metamorphos’d to a _Moth-Flye_, lays Eggs, and so Dies. They leave all further enquiry to the Unlearned and Mechanicks, whose business only they think it to prosecute matters of Gain and Profit. Let him contrive, if he can, to make this _Silk_ serviceable to _Mankind_; their _Speculations_ have another _Scope_, which is the founding some wild, uncertain, conjectural _Hypothesis_, which may be true or false; yet Mankind neither Gainers nor Losers either way a little in point of _Wisdom_ or Convenience. These Men are just the reverse of a _Rattle Snake_, and carry in their _Heads_, what he does in his _Tail_, and move Laughter rather than Regard. What improvements of _Physick_, or any useful Arts, what noble Remedies, what serviceable Instruments have these _Mushrome_, and _Cockle shell_ Hunters oblig’d the World with? For I am ready to recant if they can shew so good a Med’cine as Stew’d _Prunes_, or so necessary an Instrument as a _Flye Flap_ of their own Invention and Discovery. Yet these are the Men of exalted Understandings, the Men of elevated