“You shall be satisfied this minute,” said Mirzoza, sitting down in the center of a large carpet. The Sultan and courtiers placed themselves around her, and she began. “Have the philosophers, who presided over your highness’s education, ever entertain’d you on the nature of the soul?”

“Oh! very often,” said Mangogul; “but all their systems had no other end, but giving me uncertain notions of it; and were it not for an inward sentiment, which seems to suggest to me, that it is a substance different from matter, I should either have denied its existence, or confounded it with the body. Would you undertake to clear up this chaos?”

“So far from it,” replied Mirzoza, “that I am not farther advanced on that head than your pedagogues. The only difference between them and me, is that I suppose the existence of a substance different from matter, and that they hold it demonstrated. But this substance, if it exists, must be lodged somewhere. Have they not preached many extravagances to you on that article?”