Indeed there is one thing to be considered, that in _Nova Zembla_, _North Lapland_, and in all those cold and dreary tracts of the globe, which lie more directly under the arctick and antarctick circles, where the whole province of a man's concernments lies for near nine months together within the narrow compass of his cave--where the spirits are compressed almost to nothing--and where the passions of a man, with everything which belongs to them, are as frigid as the zone itself--there the least quantity of _judgment_ imaginable does the business--and of _wit_----there is a total and an absolute saving--for as not one spark is wanted--so not one spark is given. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! what a dismal thing would it have been to have governed a kingdom, to have fought a battle, or made a treaty, or run a match, or wrote a book, or got a child, or held a provincial chapter there, with so _plentiful a lack_ of wit and judgment about us! For mercy's sake, let us think no more about it, but travel on as fast as we can southwards into _Norway_--crossing over _Swedeland_, if you please, through the small triangular province of _Angermania_ to the lake of _Bothnia_; coasting along it through east and west _Bothnia_, down to _Carelia_, and so on, through all those states and provinces which border upon the far side of the _Gulf of Finland_, and the north-east of the _Baltick_, up to _Petersbourg_, and just stepping into _Ingria_; --then stretching over directly from thence through the north parts of the _Russian_ empire--leaving _Siberia_ a little upon the left hand, till we got into the very heart of _Russian_ and _Asiatick Tartary_.

Indeed, in Nova Zembla in the far north, Lapland, and all those cold and dreary tracts of the globe which lie under the arctic and antarctic circles - where the spirits are compressed almost to nothing, and where a man's passions are as frigid as the zone itself - there not one spark of wit is given. Angels defend us! what a dismal thing would it be to have governed a kingdom, to have fought a battle, or wrote a book, or got a child, with so plentiful a lack of wit and judgment!
For mercy's sake, let us think no more about it, but travel on as fast as we can southwards into Norway - crossing over Swedeland, if you please, through the small triangular province of Angermania to the lake of Bothnia; down to Carelia, and so on along the border of the Baltic, up to Petersburg, then through the north parts of the Russian empire - leaving Siberia upon the left hand, till we are in the very heart of Asiatic Tartary.
