Objects, namely the Conveniencies of Life and the Eſteem of others. But how ſhall we be able to form to ourſelves any Notion of that kind of Pleaſure, which a Savage takes in ſpending his Days alone in the Heart of a Foreſt, or in Fiſhing, or in blowing into a wretched Flute without ever being able to fetch a ſingle Note from it, or ever giving himſelf any Trouble to learn how to make a better Uſe of it.
Savages have been often brought to Paris, to London, and to other Places; and no Pains omitted to fill them with high Ideas of our Luxury, our Riches, and all our moſt uſeful and curious Arts; yet they were never ſeen to expreſs more than a ſtupid Admiration at ſuch Things, without the leaſt Appearance of coveting them. Among other Stories I remember one concerning the Chief of ſome North-America Indians brought about thirty Years ago to the Court of London. A thouſand Things were laid before him, in order to find out what Preſent would be acceptable to him, without hitting upon any one thing that he ſeemed to like. Our Arms appeared heavy and inconvenient to him; our Shoes pinched
