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moped in a corner, but recovered himself gradually as the time 
for his return approached, which he knew to an hour; and when 
he knew that his master was not far from home, he bounded 
away to meet him. At length, the old gentleman grew infirm, 
and incapable of continuing his journeys. The dog, by this 
time, was also grown old, and became at length quite blind ; 
but this] misfortune did not hinder him from fondling upon his 
master, whom he knew from other persons, and for whom his 
affection rather increased than diminished. The old gentleman 
died. The dog watched the corpse, blind as he was, and did 
his utmost to prevent the undertaker from screwing up the body 
in the coffin, while he most outrageously opposed its being 
taken out of the house. He now grew disconsolate, lost his 
flesh, and was evidently verging towards his end. 
“ One day he heard a stranger come into the house, and rose 
to meet him. His master, when old and infirm, had worn rib¬ 
bed stockings for warmth. This gentleman had stockings on of 
the same kind. The dog thought that it was his master, and 
began to demonstrate the most extravagant pleasure; but upon 
farther examination, finding his mistake, he crept into a corner, 
and expired.” 
Imagination is that faculty of the mind by which we recal 
parts and portions of former impressions, or instructions, com 
bining them in different ways, forming new images—fanciful, 
or absurd, sublime or ridiculous; the amusement of an idle 
hour, or the effect of a happy and laboured combination, and 
treasured in the memory as the source of future pleasure or 
improvement. Memory recals the past; imagination paints the 
future. It pictures a disagreeable and painful scene, and we 
despond : it paints that which is pregnant with delight, and 
hope springs up in the mind. Many of the scenes delineated 
by imagination never can be realized—they are mere day-dreams; 
others are more faithful portraitures of that which is to come. 
No one can doubt the existence of imagination in the brute. 
We perceive it in his dreams;—he runs, he hunts, he fights, 
when the external senses are asleep. When his master takes 
his gun, it is the anticipation of the pleasures of the field that 
