But the contrary, to an Extreme, was the Case of _Brutus_; his known Character plac'd him above the Power of all Hypocondriacks, or fanciful Delusions; _Brutus_ was of a true _Roman_ Spirit, a bold Hero, of an intrepid Courage; one that scorn'd to fear even the _Devil_, as the Story allows: Besides, he glory'd in the Action; there cou'd be no Terror of Mind upon him; he valued himself upon it, as done in the Service of Liberty, and the Cause of his Country; and was so far from being frighted at the _Devil_ in the worst Shape, that he spoke first to him, and ask'd him, _What art thou?_ and when he was cited to see him again at _Philippi_, answer'd, with a Gallantry that knew no Fear, _well I will see thee there_. Whatever the _Devil_'s Business was with _Brutus_, this is certain, according to all the Historians who give us the Account of it, that _Brutus_ discover'd no Fear; he did not, _like Saul at Endor_, fall to the Ground in a Swoon, 1 _Sam._ xxviii. 20. _Then Saul fell all along upon the Earth, and there was no Strength in him, and was sore afraid._ In a word, I see no room to charge _Brutus_ with being over-run with the _Hyppo_, or with Vapours, or with Fright and Terror of Mind; but he saw the _Devil_, that's certain, and with Eyes open, his Courage not at all daunted, his Mind resolute, and with the utmost Composure spoke to him, reply'd to his Answer, and defy'd his Summons to Death, which indeed he fear'd not, as appear'd afterward. I come next to an Instance as eminent in History as the other; this was in _Char._ VI. of _France_, sirnamed, _The Beloved_; who riding over the Forest near _Mans_, a ghastly frightful Fellow (that is to say, the _Devil_ so clothed in human Vizor) came up to his Horse, and taking hold of his Bridle, stop'd him, with the Addition of these Words, _Stop King, whither go you? You are betray'd!_ and immediately disappear'd. It is true, the King had been distemper'd in his Head before, and so he might have been deceived, and we might have charg'd it to the Account of a whimsical Brain, or the Power of his Imagination; but this was in the Face of his Attendants, several of his great Officers, Courtiers, and Princes of the Blood being with him, who all saw the Man, heard the Words, and immediately, to their Astonishment, lost Sight of the Spectre, who vanish'd from them all. Two Witnesses will convict a Murtherer, why not a Traitor? This must be the _Old Gentleman_, emblematically so called, or who must it be? nay, who else could it be? His Ugliness is not the Case, tho' _ugly as the Devil_, is a Proverb in his Favour; but vanishing out of sight is an Essential to a Spirit, and to an evil Spirit in our Times especially.