I attempted to drive on, but the ground, or rather immense vault, giving way, my chariot and all went down precipitately.

Stunned by the fall, it was some moments before I could recollect myself, when at length, to my amazement, I perceived myself fallen into the Alexandrine Library, overwhelmed in an ocean of books; thousands of volumes came tumbling on my head amidst the ruins of that part of the vault through which my chariot had descended, and for a time buried my bulls and all beneath a heap of learning.

However, I contrived to extricate myself, and advanced with awful admiration through the vast avenues of the library.

I perceived on every side innumerable volumes and repositories of ancient learning, and all the science of the Antediluvian world.

Here I met with Hermes Trismegistus, and a parcel of old philosophers debating upon the politics and learning of their days.