XXII. . 



THE SUBJECT CONTINUED. 



I CAN call to mind no practice, in the intercourse 

 with others, more improving, sometimes more humi- 

 liating, than the attempt to explain in clear words to 

 a listener not disposed to give much quarter, an idea 

 with which one's own mind has been long familiar. 

 A large portion of what we call our ' mind ' consists 

 of the Imagination, a proverbial deceiver, painting 

 images (as its name implies) upon the retina of 

 thought, apparently all real, but fading into dimness, 

 crumbling often into the utmost confusion and intri- 

 cacy under the attempt at delineation by the tongue. 

 This is of e very-day experience. But there is another 

 traitor not so commonly arraigned and brought to 

 trial, the Memory. What has long been on our 

 minds, we are apt to regard as we do those faces that 

 we have met again and again, and only become con- 



