The other Party proceeded so far, that they begun to Insult the very
Queen her self, upon the Matter of her Word, and one of her
College-Priests told her plainly in Print, she could not be a true
Friend to the Solunarian Church, if she did not declare War against,
and root out all the Crolians in her Dominions.

But these Proceedings met with a Check, by a very odd accident: A
certain Author of those Countries, a very mean, obscure and
despicable Fellow, of no great share of Wit, but that had a very
unlucky way of telling his Story, seeing which way things were a
going, writes a Book, and Personating this high Solunarian Zeal,
musters up all their Arguments, as if they were his own, and
strenuously pretends to prove that all the Crolians ought to be
Destroy'd, Hang'd, Banish'd, and the D----l and all. As this Book was
a perfect Surprize to all the Country, so the Proceedings about it on
all sides were as extraordinary.

The Crolians themselves were surpriz'd at it, and so closely had the
Author couch'd his Design, that they never saw the irony of the
Stile, but began to look about them, to see which way they should fly
to save themselves.

The Men of Zeal we talk'd of, were so blinded with the Notion which
suited so exactly with their real Design, that they hugg'd the Book,
applauded the unknown Author, and plac'd the Book next their Oraclar
Writings, or Laws of Religion.

The Author was all this while conceal'd, and the Paper had all the
effect he wish'd for.