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it is supposed to be immaterial."
"At least, thou knowest what matter is?" resumed the Sirian.
"Perfectly well," answered the other. "For example: that stone is gray, is of a certain figure, has three dimensions, specific weight, and divisibility."
"I want to know," said the giant, "what that object is, which, according to thy observation, hath a gray color, weight, and divisibility. Thou seest a few qualities, but dost thou know the nature of the thing itself?"
"Not I, truly," answered the Cartesian.
Upon which the Sirian admitted that he also was ignorant in regard to this subject. Then addressing himself to another sage, who stood upon his thumb, he asked "what is the soul? and what are her functions?"
"Nothing at all," replied this disciple of Mallebranche; "God hath made everything for my convenience. In him I see everything, by him I act; he is the universal agent, and I never meddle in his work."
"That is being a nonentity indeed," said the Sirian sage; and then, turning to a follower of Leibnitz, he exclaimed: "Hark ye, friend, what is thy opinion of the soul?"
"In my opinion," answered this metaphysician, "the soul is the hand that points at the hour, while my body does the office of the clock; or, if you please, the soul is the clock, and the body is the pointer; or again, my soul is the mirror of the universe, and my body the frame. All this is clear and uncontrovertible."
A little partisan of Locke who chanced to be present, being asked his opinion on the same subject, said: "I do not know by what power I think; but well I know that I should never have thought without the assistance of my senses. That there are immaterial and intelligent substances I do not at all doubt; but that it is impossible for God to communicate the faculty of thinking to matter, I doubt very much. I revere the eternal power, to which it would ill become me to prescribe bounds. I affirm nothing, and am contented to believe that many more things are possible than are usually thought so."
The Sirian smiled at this declaration, and did not look upon the author as the least sagacious of the company: and as for the dwarf of Saturn, he would have embraced this adherent of Locke, had it not been for the extreme disproportion in their respective sizes. But unluckily there was another animalcule in a square cap, who, taking the word from all his philosophical brethren, affirmed that he knew the whole secret, which was contained in the abridgment of St. Thomas. He surveyed the two celestial strangers from top to toe, and maintained to their faces that their persons, their fashions, their suns and their stars, were created solely for the use of man. At this wild assertion our two travelers were seized with a fit of that uncontrollable laughter, which (according to Homer) is the portion of the immortal gods: their bellies quivered, their shoulders rose and fell, and, during these convulsions, the vessel fell from the Sirian's nail into the Saturnian's pocket, where these worthy people searched for it a long time with great diligence. At length, having found the ship and set everything to rights again, the Sirian resumed the discourse with those diminutive mites, and promised to compose for them a choice book of philosophy which would demonstrate the very essence of things. Accordingly, before his departure, he made them a present of the book, which was brought to the Academy of Sciences at Paris, but when the old secretary came to open it he saw nothing but blank paper, upon which:—
"Ay, ay," said he, "this is just what I suspected."
THE HURON: Pupil of Nature1
I. THE HURON ARRIVES IN FRANCE.
II. THE HURON, CALLED THE INGENU, ACKNOWLEDGED BY HIS RELATIONS.
VI. THE HURON FLIES TO HIS MISTRESS, AND BECOMES QUITE FURIOUS.
VII. THE HURON REPULSES THE ENGLISH.
VIII. THE HURON GOES TO COURT. SUPS UPON THE ROAD WITH SOME HUGUENOTS.
IX. THE ARRIVAL OF THE HURON AT VERSAILLES. HIS RECEPTION AT COURT.
X. THE HURON IS SHUT UP IN THE BASTILE WITH A JANSENIST.
XI. HOW THE HURON DISCLOSES HIS GENIUS.
XII. THE HURON'S SENTIMENTS UPON THEATRICAL PIECES.
XIII. THE BEAUTIFUL MISS ST. YVES GOES TO VERSAILLES.
XIV. RAPID PROGRESS OF THE HURON'S INTELLECT.
XV. THE BEAUTIFUL MISS ST. YVES VISITS M. DE ST. POUANGE.
XVI. MISS ST. YVES CONSULTS A JESUIT.
XVIII. MISS ST. YVES DELIVERS HER LOVER AND A JANSENIST.
XIX. THE HURON, THE BEAUTIFUL MISS ST. YVES, AND THEIR RELATIONS, ARE CONVENED.
XX. THE DEATH OF THE BEAUTIFUL MISS ST. YVES, AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.
The Priory entrance.
I.
THE HURON ARRIVES IN FRANCE.
One day, Saint Dunstan, an Irishman by nation, and a saint by trade, left Ireland on a small mountain, which took its route toward the coast of France, and set his saintship down in the bay of St. Malo. When he had dismounted, he gave his blessing to the mountain, which, after some profound bows, took its leave, and returned to its former place.
Here St. Dunstan laid the foundation of a small priory, and gave it the name of the Priory Mountain, which it still keeps, as every body knows.
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