I found by her Discourse she was willing enough to pass for an _Angel_, but 'twas the hardest thing in the World to convince her that she was a DEVIL, and she would not come into that by any means; she argued that I knew her Father, and that her Mother was a very good Woman, and was delivered of her in the ordinary Way, and that there was such and such Ladies who were present in the Room when she was born, and that had often told her so. I told her that was nothing in such a Case as hers; that when the Old Gentleman had occasion to transform himself into a fine Lady, he could easily dispose of a Child, and place himself in the Cradle instead of it, when the Nurse or Mother were asleep; nay, or when they were broad awake either, it was the same thing to him; and I quoted _Luther_ to her upon that Occasion, who affirms that it had been so. However I said, to convince her that I knew it, (for I would have it that she knew it already) if she pleas'd I would go to my Chamber and fetch her my Magick Looking-glass, where she should see her own Picture, not only as it was an angelick Picture for the World to admire, but a _Devil_ also frightful enough to any Body but herself and me that understood it. No, no, _said she_, I'll look in none of your conjuring Glasses; I know my self well enough, and I desire to look no otherwise than I am. No, Madam, _says I_, I know that very well; nor do you need any better Shape than that you appear in, 'tis most exquisitely fine; all the World knows you are a compleat Beauty, and that is a clear Evidence what you would be if your present appearing Form was reduced to its proper Personality. _Appearing Form!_ says she, why, what would you make an _Apparition_ of me? An _Apparition!_ Madam, said I, yes, to be sure; why you know, you are nothing else but an _Apparition_; and what else would you be, when it is so infinitely to your Advantage? With that, she turn'd pale and angry, and then rose up hastily, and look'd into the Glass, (_a large Peer-glass being in the Room_) where she stood, surveying her self from Head to Foot, with Vanity not a little. I took that Time to slip away, and running up into my Apartment, I fetch'd my _Magic Glass_ as I call'd it, in which I had a hollow Case so framed behind a Looking-glass, that in the first; she would see her own Face only; in the second, she would see the _Devil_'s Face, ugly and frightful enough, but dress'd up with a Lady's Head-Clothes in a Circle, the _Devil_'s Face in the Center, and as it were at a little Distance behind. I came down again so soon that she did not think the Time long, especially having spent it in surveying her fair self; when I return'd, I said, Come, Madam, do not trouble your self to look there, that is not a Glass capable of shewing you any thing; come, take this Glass.