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LETTER XIX.
To Mustapha, Bassa of Silistria.
THOU hast no Reason to repine at the Exchange of thy Government, though thy present Power be circumscribed within narrower Limits than it was in Aegypt. That Granary of the World, never afforded thee such a Harvest of Laurels as thou hast reaped on the Banks of the Black-Sea. The Con∣quest of Asac has loaded thee with Honours, and the Moderation thou hast in the midst of Triumphs, has captivated greater Numbers of the Cossacks, than could the Dint of thy Cymetar. Though the Foundations of King∣doms are laid in Blood, yet the Superstructure is cemented with Clemency; and, the Roman Caesars, by timely sheathing their Swords, fastned to their Empire, the Provinces they had won by drawing them.
I am bound to write often to the Ministers of the Port, and all my Moments are conse∣crated to the Service of the Grand Signior, who has a Right to command all Mankind: Yet the Fame of thy late Victory reaching these Parts, and giving occasion of Discourse, I stole this time from my self, not from my Great Master (it being the Hour of Sleep) to tell thee what the World says of thee.
They do not compare thee to Hannibal, Scipio, or Alexander the Great; thou thy