Friend with a chearful Countenance, told him he had more Gold to hide,
and desired him to appoint a Time when they might go together, and
open the Earth to put it into the same Pot; the other, in Hopes of
getting more Wealth, appointed the next Evening. They went together,
opened the Ground, and found the Money they had first placed there,
for the artful Wretch, he so much confided in, had conveyed it again
into the Pot, in order to obtain more. Our Philosopher immediately
took the Gold, and putting it into his Pocket, told the other he had
now altered his Mind, and should bury it no more, till he found a Man
more worthy of his Confidence. See what People lose by being
dishonest. This calls to my Mind the Words of the Poet:

_A Wit's a Feather, and a Chief's a Rod,
An honest Man's the noblest Work of God._

Remember this Story, and take Care whom you trust; but don't be
covetous, sordid and miserable; for the Gold we have is but lent us to
do Good with. We received all from the Hand of God, and every Person
in Distress hath a just Title to a Portion of it.

_A_ LETTER _from the_ PRINTER, _which he
desires may be inserted_.

SIR,

I have done with your Copy, so you may return it to the
_Vatican_, if you please; and pray tell Mr. _Angelo_ to
brush up the Cuts, that, in the next Edition, they may give us a good
Impression.