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LETTER V.
To the Captain Bassa.
IN the Name of God, Superlatively Indul∣gent and Benign, Lord of Armies which cannot be Numbred, Conservator of the Empire founded on his Own Ʋnity; Praise be to him, that has neither Beginning, nor End! What is the Reason, that we are always Bassl'd by the Infidels? Every Year our August Emperour sends out mighty Armies by Land, and our Fleets by Sea are term'd INVINCIBLE, yet they are still overcome by the Christians. Where the Fault lies, is best known to thee, and the Generals to whom the Command of all is committed.
My Spirit is disquieted about these Things, and I am uneasy by Day, neither does the Night accord me any Repose. This hot Weather, I go up to the Terrass of my House at the Hour of Sleep, thinking that the Cool∣ness of the Air would incline me to Rest; but I can find none. I turn my self on the Leads to the Right-Hand and to the Left, yet all Postures are alike. Sleep has abandon'd my Eyes. My Zeal for the Empire of the Faith∣ful will consume me.
One Night I made Solemn Preparations to welcome the First Appearance of the Moon, after the Manner of my Countrymen. I