By this time we were got to the upper end of the room, when, says Mr. _Nokes_ to me, I will shew you a most surprising sight. You must know this place, like _Noah_’s ark, contains beasts of all sorts and sizes; some have their brains turn’d by politicks, who, except some three or four that are suffer’d to go abroad with a keeper, are lock’d up in a large apartment up stairs. These puppies rave eternally about liberty and property, and the _jura populi_, and are so damn’d mischievous, that it is dangerous to venture near them. _England_ sends more of this sort to _Bedlam_, than all the countries of _Europe_ besides. Others again have their intellects fly-blown by love, by the same token that most of the poor wretches that are in this doleful predicament come out of _France_, _Spain_, _Italy_, and such hot climates. Now and then, indeed, we have a silly apprentice or so, takes a leap from _London-Bridge_ into the _Thames_, or decently hangs himself in a garret, in his mistress’s garters, but these accidents happen but seldom; and besides, since fornication has made so great a progress among us, love is observed not to operate so powerfully in _England_ as it formerly did, when there was no relief against him but matrimony. Some again have their _pia mater_ addled by their religion, but neither are the sots of this species so numerous in _Britain_, or elsewhere, as they were in the days of yore; for the priests of most religions have play’d their game so aukwardly, that not one man in a thousand will trust them with shuffling of the cards.