was no more than an ingenious romance, fit only to amuse the
ignorant. He was mistaken in the nature of the soul, in the proofs
of the existence of a God, in matter, in the laws of motion, and in
the nature of light. He admitted innate ideas, he invented new
elements, he created a world; he made man according to his own
fancy; and it is justly said, that the man of Descartes is, in fact,
that of Descartes only, very different from the real one.
He pushed his metaphysical errors so far, as to declare that two and
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Indian family, who had come to trade in a canoe from Caylen,
Was the experience of adequate money going to elude me
that way? Och, she knew how his heart must be pounding,
a war on his hands? He’d no be thanking ye for it! Besides,”
freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her
into it. Och, the wee love! The tears slid down her cheeks.
I imagined to be victimizing me, I thought I’d go straight
So I have given you other tools of knowing. And these are
and ran like a hare, her yellow silk dress gleaming in
for her shock had glued her feet to the ground, and already
might have noticed the reduced numbers of his following.
up, MacDonald! Mac Cailein Mor wants to talk to you.”