_It were to be wish'd that our_ Christian Monarchs _had alwayes near them some dextrous_ Person _of this_ Gentlemans _abilites; were it but to_ Discover _such_ Cheates _as frequently appearing under the Disguise of Distressed_ Princes, Merchants, _&c. are, to truth, but_ Spies, _and bold_ Impostors, _and whom otherwise 'tis almost impossible to_ detect; _not to suggest the many other good_ Offices, _as to the_ Eastern Commerce _and_ Affaires, _they might be_ useful _in. But this is more than I have_ Commission _to say from those who have no other design in what they_ Relate, _than their_ Affection _to_ Truth. _It is not yet a full_ Year _since there went a Crafty_ Varlet _about the_ Countrey, _who pretended himself to be the_ Brother _of the famous_ Peter Serini _(whose brave and_ Heroick Actions _had so celebrated him against the_ Turkes) _and related a_ Story _by his feign'd_ Interpreter, _how he fortun'd to be cast on shore on the_ West _of_ England, _as he was conducting_ Supplies _from abroad._ This _he perform'd with a confidence and success so happily, as caus'd him to be_ receiv'd, presented, _and_ assisted (_like another_ Mahomed Bei) _by divers_ Persons _of_ Quality, _and some of them my nearest_ Acquaintance, _in his Pretended Journey to_ Court; _But being at last discover'd in a_ Tipling-house _on the_ Rode, _where un-mindful of his_ Part _and_ Character, _he call'd for a_ Pot _of_ Ale _in too good_ English, _and a more natural_ Tone _than became so great a_ Stranger, _and the_ Person _he put on, we heard no more of the_ Gamester: _I wish our_ Fin-land Spirit, _who is of late dropt out of the_ Clouds _amongst us, prove not one of his_ Disciples; _for the_ Age _is very fertile; and I am told, that our_ Mahomed _having receiv'd his_ Ajuda de Costo _from the Bounty and Charity of a great_ Person _of more easie_ Beliefe, _is slipt aside for fear of the_ Porters-Lodge, _and yet 'tis_ possible _you may hear more of him before his_ Ramble _be quite at a period._ _You have at the end of the last_ Impostor _an_ Account _of the_ Jews _Exile out of that Vast_ Empire _of_ Persia, _happening but the other day; which, together with the miscarriage of their late_ Messiah (_the_ Twenty-Fifth _Pretender to it as I am credibly inform'd, it stands in their own_ Records) _might, one would think, at last open the_ Eyes, _and turne the_ hearts _of that_ obstinate _and miserable_ People: _But whil'st the_ Time _not yet_ Accomplish'd, _I could_ _wish our modern_ Enthusiasts, _and other prodigious_ Sects _amongst us, who Dreame of the like Carnal_ Expectations, _and a_ Temporal Monarchy, _might seriously weigh how nearly their_ Characters _approach the_ Style _and_ Design _of these Deluded_ Wretches, _least they fall into the same_ Condemnation, _and the Snare of the_ Devil. * * * * * ERRATA.