Come mistress, says I, this loss is not so great but a little diligence may retrieve it. _Oh never_, says she again, _unless you help me by your art, I am utterly undone to all intents and purposes_. Finding her so much mortify’d for the loss of her two utensils, I resolv’d to exert the fortune-teller to her, and banter her in the laudable terms of astrology; so putting on a very compos’d countenance, I seem’d very seriously to consult a celestial globe that stood before me; then enquiring the precise time when this horrid theft was committed, I drew several odd figures and strokes upon a piece of paper, and at last the oracle thus open’d: _Mistress, it appears I find by the_ Heliocentric _position of the planets, that_ Jupiter, _you understand me, is become stationary to retrogradation in_ Cancer, _and consequently, you observe me, mistress, equivocal to him; but how and why in_ Trine _to_ Mercury _in_ Scorpio, _both posited in watry signs, and at the same time_ Mars _being ascendant of the second house, as you may perceive, ’tis as plain that the culminating aspect of_ Saturn_’s_ Satellites, _do ye mind me, centres full in the foresaid configuration. So then mistress, the hoary question thus resolves itself_, viz. _That your goods were carry’d away_ South-East _by_ East _of your house, under the sign of a four-footed creature, and if you’ll leave open your parlour windows a-nights, I dare pawn my life and honour, that both your silver spoon and nutmeg-grater will be flung into the house one of the nights_. _Semiramis_ was wonderfully pleas’d to hear such news, dropt me a fee, and went about her business.