8 FALSEHOPES. 
exalts the heart that diligently leeks thee, hide not thyfelf from 
mine ; there is nothing truly pleaflng without thee ; nothing 
delights when thou art abfent 1 
But, Madam, I have .heard it faid, that if we follow truth 
too clofe, fhe will kick our teeth out ; and that, amiable as fhe 
is, few ladies love her, becaufe her food is too hard for their 
digeftion. I hope this is not the cafe. On the contrary, you 
will certainly receive fome pleafure, from that part of this ac- 
count which relates to your adventures, becaufe you know it 
is true ; and it will afford you fome joy to travel over the farr^e 
ground on the wings of imagination. I am yours, & fc. 
LETTER III. 
To the fatne . 
8 
Madam, 
P ERHAPS you will complain that I have taken fo many 
flights into the fkies, as hardly to leave you at liberty 
to purfue your journey upon the earth. If this were really the 
cafe, I might thus deceive you into the enjoyment of a hap- 
pinefs, much fuperior to any you could receive from a mere 
narrative. 
The great fault of mankind lies in expelling too much, 
whether of life in general, or of particular parts of it. You 
recollect what you faw, heard, or underftood. It was nothing 
extraordinary, but as you might by a fkilful management of 
your mind, render the incidents pleafing or inftru&ive : and 
jet, I know fo much of the heart, that you expert fomething 
ftrange, or pretty, or new. 
Thus 
