 cries Jones, »but I have always imagined, that there
is in this very Work you mention, as great Variety as in all the rest; for
besides the Difference of Inclination, Customs and Climates have, I am told,
introduced the utmost Diversity into Human Nature.« »Very little indeed,«
answered the other; »those who travel in order to acquaint themselves with the
different Manners of Men, might spare themselves much Pains, by going to a
Carnival at Venice; for here they will see at once all which they can discover
in the several Courts of Europe. The same Hypocrisy, the same Fraud; in short,
the same Follies and Vices, dressed in different Habits. In Spain these are
equipped with much Gravity; and in Italy, with vast Splendor. In France, a Knave
is dressed like a Fop; and in the Northern Countries, like a Sloven. But Human
Nature is every where the same, every where the Object of Detestation and
Avoidance.«
    »As for my own Part, I past through all these Nations, as you perhaps may
have done through a Croud at a Shew, jostling to get by them, holding my Nose
with one Hand, and defending my Pockets with the other, without speaking a Word
to any of them, while I was pressing on to see what I wanted to see, which,
however entertaining it might be in itself, scarce made me Amends for the
Trouble the Company gave me.«
    »Did not you find some of the Nations among which you travelled, less
troublesome to you than others?« said Jones. »O yes,« replied the old Man, »the
Turks were much more tolerable to me than the Christians. For they are Men of
profound Taciturnity, and never disturb a Stranger with Questions. Now and then
indeed they bestow a short Curse upon him, or spit in his Face as he walks the
Streets, but then they have done with him, and a Man may live an Age in their
Country without hearing a Dozen Words from them. But of all the People I ever
saw, Heaven defend me from the French. With their damned Prate and Civilities,
and doing the Honour of their Nation to Strangers, (as they are pleased to call
it) but indeed setting forth their own Vanity; they are so troublesome, that I
had infinitely rather pass my Life with the Hottentots, than set my Foot in
Paris again. They are a nasty People, but their Nastiness is mostly without,
whereas in France, and some other Nations that I won't name
