>>> YOU ARE VIEWING A 200 LINE SAMPLE OF EBOOK# E02761 <<< TITLE: FROM THIS WORLD TO THE NEXT AUTHOR: HENRY FIELDING EBOOK: E02761 (O'Briens Book Cellar) A JOURNEY FROM THIS WORLD TO THE NEXT INTRODUCTION BOOK I CHAPTER I. The author dies, meets with Mercury, and is by him conducted to the stage which sets out for the other world CHAPTER II. In which the author first refutes some idle opinions concerning spirits, and then the passengers relate their several deaths . CHAPTER III. The adventures we met with in the City of Diseases CHAPTER IV. Discourses on the road, and a description of the palace of Death CHAPTER V. The travelers proceed on their journey, and meet several spirits who are coming into the flesh CHAPTER VI. An account of the wheel of fortune, with a method of preparing a spirit for this world CHAPTER VII. The proceedings of judge Minos at the gate of Elysium CHAPTER VIII. The adventures which the author met on his first entrance into Elysium CHAPTER IX. More adventures in Elysium CHAPTER X. The author is surprised at meeting Julian the apostate in Elysium; but is satisfied by him by what means he procured his entrance there. Julian relates his adventures in the character of a slave CHAPTER XI. In which Julian relates his adventures in the character of an avaricious Jew CHAPTER XII. What happened to Julian in the characters of a general, an heir, a carpenter, and a beau CHAPTER XIII. Julian passes into a fop CHAPTER XIV. Adventures in the person of a monk CHAPTER XV. Julian passes into the character of a fiddler CHAPTER XVI. The history of the wise man CHAPTER XVII. Julian enters into the person of a king CHAPTER XVIII. Julian passes into a fool CHAPTER XIX. Julian appears in the character of a beggar CHAPTER XX. Julian performs the part of a statesman CHAPTER XXI. Julian's adventures in the post of a soldier CHAPTER XXII. What happened to Julian in the person of a tailor CHAPTER XXIII. The life of alderman Julian CHAPTER XXIV. Julian recounts what happened to him while he was a poet CHAPTER XXV. Julian performs the parts of a knight and a dancing-master BOOK XIX CHAPTER VII. Wherein Anna Boleyn relates the history of her life A JOURNEY FROM THIS WORLD TO THE NEXT INTRODUCTION Whether the ensuing pages were really the dream or vision of some very pious and holy person; or whether they were really written in the other world, and sent back to this, which is the opinion of many (though I think too much inclining to superstition); or lastly, whether, as infinitely the greatest part imagine, they were really the production of some choice inhabitant of New Bethlehem, is not necessary nor easy to determine. It will be abundantly sufficient if I give the reader an account by what means they came into my possession. Mr. Robert Powney, stationer, who dwells opposite to Catherine-street in the Strand, a very honest man and of great gravity of countenance; who, among other excellent stationery commodities, is particularly eminent for his pens, which I am abundantly bound to acknowledge, as I owe to their peculiar goodness that my manuscripts have by any means been legible: this gentleman, I say, furnished me some time since with a bundle of those pens, wrapped up with great care and caution, in a very large sheet of paper full of characters, written as it seemed in a very bad hand. Now, I have a surprising curiosity to read everything which is almost illegible; partly perhaps from the sweet remembrance of the dear Scrawls, Skrawls, or Skrales (for the word is variously spelled), which I have in my youth received from that lovely part of the creation for which I have the tenderest regard; and partly from that temper of mind which makes men set an immense value on old manuscripts so effaced, bustoes so maimed, and pictures so black that no one can tell what to make of them. I therefore perused this sheet with wonderful application, and in about a day's time discovered that I could not understand it. I immediately repaired to Mr. Powney, and inquired very eagerly whether he had not more of the same manuscript? He produced about one hundred pages, acquainting me that he had saved no more; but that the book was originally a huge folio, had been left in his garret by a gentleman who lodged there, and who had left him no other satisfaction for nine months' lodging. He proceeded to inform me that the manuscript had been hawked about (as he phrased it) among all the booksellers, who refused to meddle; some alleged that they could not read, others that they could not understand it. Some would haze it to be an atheistical book, and some that it was a libel on the government; for one or other of which reasons they all refused to print it. That it had been likewise shown to the R--l Society, but they shook their heads, saying, there was nothing in it wonderful enough for them. That, hearing the gentleman was gone to the West-Indies, and believing it to be good for nothing else, he had used it as waste paper. He said I was welcome to what remained, and he was heartily sorry for what was missing, as I seemed to set some value on it. I desired him much to name a price: but he would receive no consideration farther than the payment of a small bill I owed him, which at that time he said he looked on as so much money given him. I presently communicated this manuscript to my friend parson Abraham Adams, who, after a long and careful perusal, returned it me with his opinion that there was more in it than at first appeared; that the author seemed not entirely unacquainted with the writings of Plato; but he wished he had quoted him sometimes in his margin, that I might be sure (said he) he had read him in the original: for nothing, continued the parson, is commoner than for men now-a-days to pretend to have read Greek authors, who have met with them only in translations, and cannot conjugate a verb in mi. To deliver my own sentiments on the occasion, I think the author discovers a philosophical turn of thinking, with some little knowledge of the world, and no very inadequate value of it. There are some indeed who, from the vivacity of their temper and the happiness of their station, are willing to consider its blessings as more substantial, and the whole to be a scene of more consequence than it is here represented: but, without controverting their opinions at present, the number of wise and good men who have thought with our author are sufficient to keep him in countenance: nor can this be attended with any ill inference, since he everywhere teaches this moral: That the greatest and truest happiness which this world affords, is to be found only in the possession of goodness and virtue; a doctrine which, as it is undoubtedly true, so hath it so noble and practical a tendency, that it can never be too often or too strongly inculcated on the minds of men. BOOK I CHAPTER I The author dies, meets with Mercury, and is by him conducted to the stage which sets out for the other world. On the first day of December 1741[1] I departed this life at my lodgings in Cheapside. My body had been some time dead before I was at liberty to quit it, lest it should by any accident return to life: this is an injunction imposed on all souls by the eternal law of fate, to prevent the inconveniences which would follow. As soon as the destined period was expired (being no longer than till the body is become perfectly cold and stiff) I began to move; but found myself under a difficulty of making my escape, for the mouth or door was shut, so that it was impossible for me to go out at it; and the windows, vulgarly called the eyes, were so closely pulled down by the fingers of a nurse, that I could by no means open them. At last I perceived a beam of light glimmering at the top of the house (for such I may call the <<< END OF SAMPLE... (THE FULL EBOOK HAS 259164 TOTAL CHARACTERS) >>>