not the least resemblance in their faces.
By this means an old man was sometimes mistaken for a boy, a woman for a
man, and a blackamoor for an European, which very often produced great
peals of laughter. These I guessed to be a party of puns. But being
very desirous to get out of this world of magic, which had almost turned
my brain, I left the temple and crossed over the fields that lay about it
with all the speed I could make. I was not gone far before I heard the
sound of trumpets and alarms, which seemed to proclaim the march of an
enemy: and, as I afterwards found, was in reality what I apprehended it.
There appeared at a great distance a very shining light, and in the midst
of it a person of a most beautiful aspect; her name was Truth. On her
right hand there marched a male deity, who bore several quivers on his
shoulders, and grasped several arrows in his hand; his name was Wit. The
approach of these two enemies filled all the territories of False Wit
with an unspeakable consternation, insomuch that the goddess of those
regions appeared in person upon her frontiers, with the several inferior
deities and the different bodies of forces which I had before seen in the
temple, who were now drawn up in array, and prepared to give their foes a
warm reception. As the march of the enemy was very slow, it gave time to
the several inhabitants who bordered upon the regions of Falsehood to
draw their forces into a body, with a design to stand upon their guard as
neuters, and attend the issue of the combat.

I must here inform my reader that the frontiers of the enchanted region,
which I have before described, were inhabited by the species of Mixed
Wit, who made a very odd appearance when they were mustered together in
an army. There were men whose bodies were stuck full of darts, and women
whose eyes were burning-glasses; men that had hearts of fire, and women
that had breasts of snow. It would be endless to describe several
monsters of the like nature that composed this great army, which
immediately fell asunder, and divided itself into two parts, the one half
throwing themselves behind the banners of Truth, and the others behind
those of Falsehood.

The goddess of Falsehood was of a gigantic stature, and advanced some
paces before the front of the army; but as the dazzling light which
flowed from Truth began to shine upon her, she faded insensibly; insomuch
that in a little space she looked rather like a huge phant