d retired after the unfortunate
king to Paris, where he was reduced to support a wife and seven children
(for his lot had horns in it) by cleaning shoes and snuffing candles at
the opera. In which situation, after he had spent a few miserable years,
he died half-starved and broken-hearted. He then revisited Minos, who,
compassionating his sufferings by means of that family, to whom he had
been in his former capacity so bitter an enemy, suffered him to enter
here.

My curiosity would not refrain asking him one question, i. e., whether
in reality he had any desire to obtain the crown? He smiled, and said,
"No more than an ecclesiastic hath to the miter, when he cries Nolo
episcopari." Indeed, he seemed to express some contempt at the question,
and presently turned away.

A venerable spirit appeared next, whom I found to be the great historian
Livy. Alexander the Great, who was just arrived from the palace of
death, passed by him with a frown. The historian, observing it, said,
"Ay, you may frown; but those troops which conquered the base Asiatic
slaves would have made no figure against the Romans." We then privately
lamented the loss of the most valuable part of his history; after which
he took occasion to commend the judicious collection made by Mr. Hook,
which, he said, was infinitely preferable to all others; and at my
mentioning Echard's he gave a bounce, not unlike the going off of
a squib, and was departing from me, when I begged him to satisfy my
curiosity in one point--whether he was really superstitious or no? For
I had always believed he was till Mr. Leibnitz had assured me to the
contrary. He answered sullenly, "Doth Mr. Leibnitz know my mind better
than myself?" and then walked away.

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.

As he was departing I heard him salute a spirit by the name of Mr.
Julian the apostate. This exceedingly amazed me; for I had concluded
that no man ever had a better title to the bottomless pit than he. But
I soon found that this same Julian the apostate was also the very
individual archbishop Latimer. He told me that several lies had been
raised on him in his former capacity, nor was he so bad a man as he had
been represented. However, he had been denied admittance, and forced
to undergo sev