be wandering wide of the Mark. What has the Motion of Light to do with the Way to Heaven? As a Means, says PHILANDER, to explain how we may get at it, or to ferve as a Vehicle to convey us to it.

I am afraid, fays THEOPHILUS, the Vehicle will not fupport you, nor the Sun itfelf, though the Fountain of Light, be sufficient to light you.

A very difcouraging Attendant, truly, replies PHILANDER, you help us on in our Journey very finely.

Why, do you know, fays THEOPHILUS, where you are going Philander? Not perfely indeed, returns PHILANDer.

No, that's the Thing we want to know, fays CRITO. We were eagerly fetting out we knew not whither, and very follicitous to find Wings to fly with, though we knew not which way to fly when we had them. Philander's Heart is fo much fet on foaring, that our laft fuccefsless Journey has not cur ed; him though I must own I have no Hope for my Part, that a fecond Mounting, could we even mount on a Sun-beam, would give us more Light than the first. It must be other Light, as Theophilus has just obferv'd, than the Light of the Sun, that must light us in Searches of this Sort.

I was pretty fure, fays PHILANDER, we fhould

hould need Theophilus, which made me fo unwilling to fet out without him.

Do you think then, fays THEOPHILUS, that I can guide you? I know no more of the Seats of Blifs than you do, fave what I have learnt from the Light of a certain Book, with which you are neither of you unacquainted.

Will that, fays CRITO, give us Light in this Cafe? If so, I fhall prize the Bible more than ever. I have confulted Philofophy in vain in this Point. It has fhewn me many indeed and various Manfions; but either none that feem defign'd for an Ufe of this kind, or however none that ever I could fix on, or could ever find out a Method of getting into.

It is very true, fays THEOPHILUS, those Manfions are fo remote, that if they were not inhabited, as they most probably are already, it must be very difficult, if not quite impoffible, for fuch Creatures as we are, without a Miracle, ever to reach them.

Hold, hold, Theophilus, exclaims PHILANDER, you are disappointing all my Expectations. I promis'd myself a long and pleasant Journey, and that having you for a Guide, we should have view'd those bright Seats by the Way. I thought to have

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mounted far beyond the Sun, and to have left the starry Heavens far below me.

And fo you may, fays THEOPhilus, when you please; but it must be, I believe, in Mind, and not in Body.

I know very well, fays PHILANDER, that we can do it no otherwise now, but when hereafter we shall be like Angels, we may certainly visit then thofe fhining Manfions; the Spirits of Heaven can doubtless perform this with Eafe.

If the Spirits of Heaven can move indeed as Light does, there may be Reafon, fays THEOPHILUS, for fuch Expectations; but the Book I spoke of feems to teach the Contrary. It speaks of Space that Spirits cannot pafs, though the Rays of Light can pafs it very easily.

You refer, I fuppofe, fays PHILander, to the Gulf in the noted Parable of the impurpled Rich Man, and poor Lazarus.

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I mean indeed, fays THEOPHILUS, very fame. You have there a Chafm made mention of, which may be feen through, but which at the fame time there is no paffing over from either one Side or the other. And this is the Reason why I did not join with you in defending the common Opinion with regard to the Motion of Angels, who I fuppofe have their proper Sphere, as

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well as Men have, and beyond which Sphere I presume they cannot move unless in Mind or Thought any more than we can. Unless in Mind or Thought, repeats PHILANDER, Why do you imagine that Angels have Bodies then as we have?

No, not as we have now, replies THEOPHILUS, but I imagine much fuch as we fhall have, when we fhall be like them. However, be this as it will, as it is certain that we fhall have Bodies, thefe Bodies, however Spiritual, cannot move, without fome proper medium for that Purpose, without which either Legs or Wings must be vain and useless.

Let me think, fays PHILANDER: What, could not I fly if I had Wings?

Yes, no doubt, fays THEOPHILUS, if you had Air to fly in, and that Air of a proper Confiftence. You might be able then to rife to a certain Pitch, but could not rife the Beat of a Wing beyond it.

Why, what should hinder me? enquires PHILANDER.

The State of the Air itself, returns THEOPHILUS, which would foon be too thin to fupport you: Or you might otherwise swim in Air as well as Water, or walk on either as you can on Land.

Theophilus reafons, fays CRITO, very juft

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ly, and I was going to grant you a great deal too much. You would be very foon like a Bird in an Air Pump, whofe Wings, when the Air is a little exhausted grow useless. And was it even poffible for you to afcend up higher than what the Nature of the Air would carry you, unless you could change the Nature as well as Place, you would be panting for Breath like a Fish that is out of its Element. Such Fools were we to think of taking Flights through Regions fo unable to fupport us!

Fools indeed, fays PHILANDER, fure enough at this Rate! And yet I cannot deny but that what has been faid has fome Weight in it. But prithee, Theophilus, must we live always here then? Muft we always be doom'd to walk this earthly Surface? Ilong, methinks, to mount and range the Skies.

You want perhaps, fays THEOPHILUS, to be a God, and vifit in a Trice the whole Creation, fo that in a very fhort Time there would be nothing new to you, unless you had fresh Creations daily to entertain you.

I cannot deny indeed, replies, PHILANDER, but that fuch Wilhes as these feem rather too ambitious; but yet our Writers frequently promise this to us, though I do not remember they any where bring any

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