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Bat dead ! that is impofiible. He is no more dead ' 

 than Flamel. Molt certainly lie is Hill alive ; and, 

 probably, in conjunction with him and the ufbec der- 

 vife and his brethren, prelacies, in a manner invisible 

 and unknown, over the brotherhood of wife folks, 

 that has been fo widely propagated in this our century, 

 who believe in magic and cabbala, fpir it- feeing;, pold- 

 making, and artificial prolongation of life : — a clafs 

 of people, which, in all probability, will never die 

 out, while the longing after the miraculous rings, 

 which Lucian's Timolaus wanted to obtain, fhall be 

 the blind fide of human nature. » 



Have I any occasion, after all that has been faid, 

 frill farther to unveil the perfon 3 the fraternity, the affairs, 

 and the grand purport of the ufbec dervife, or to ex- 

 plain myfelf more clearly on what I think of him ? He 

 mull be blind indeed, that cannot fee through a Sieve. 

 He that hath eyes to fee, let him fee ! 



Paul Lucas, as it mould feem, had no eyes to fee with. 

 It is almoft incomprehensible, kdw, with fo much cu- 

 riolity, he had not a little more ; jufl fo much as was 

 requifite for diving a fmall matter deeper into the fe- 

 cret of fo extraordinary a perfon ; — a man, who ap- 

 peared to be thirty years of age, and fpoke like a man 

 of five hundred — who pretended to have the philoso- 

 pher's Hone — who gave him great room to hope, that, 

 after due preparation, he would impart to him the moft 

 fubtile knowledge ! How could he look upon a man 

 who gave out fuch things, who told him fuch filly tales 

 for truth, as no other than a man of Singular know- 

 ledge, and of an uncommonly extenfive genius ? How 

 could a man, in, whom every thing was adapted to 



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