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is in us. The cause of it is in the grass, but there is no 

 sensation of it there." 



" I don't understand it very well," said Flippy, " but all 

 I know is, that I'm sure the grass is green and the sky is 

 blue." 



"How is it about the image in a looking-glass?" asked 

 Lawrence ; " do you think there is any thing really there, 

 when you think you see your face behind it ?" 



" Why no !" said Flippy, reflecting a moment ; " but 

 that's a different thing ; besides," said he, " there must be 

 an image somewhere or other, and somehow or other there, 

 for I see it." 



Flippy's reply was not very consistent with itself, it 

 must be admitted, as those whose convictions are con- 

 trolled altogether by appearances, and by impressions made 

 upon the senses and the imagination, and not rectified by 

 reason, are very apt to be inconsistent. Truth is always 

 consistent with itself, but error never. 



After some farther conversation of this kind, the party 

 reached the restaurant at the Palais Royal where they 

 were to take their breakfast, and they were so much occu- 

 pied with the scenes and incidents which attracted their 

 attention there that they said no more and thought no 

 more of the subject of illusions at that time. Flippy, how- 

 ever, was not at all to blame for being so entirely under 

 the dominion of his senses in respect to his ideas of the 

 real character of the phenomena that manifested them- 

 selves around him. He was very young, and, though his 

 senses were in complete and perfect operation, his reason 

 was yet only partially developed. It is only slowly, and 

 by a gradual advance toward maturity, that the thinking 

 and reasoning faculties become strong enough to assert 

 their power, and to enable us to distinguish between what 

 is apparent and what is real. A little child thinks the 



