ian 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 II.

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