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"You are mistaken," replied the metaphysician, calmly; "because I must speak truth." "Why must you, pray?" said the baronet. "Because," answered Trollolop, taking snuff, "there is a principle of veracity implanted in our nature." "I wish I were a metaphysician," said Clarence, with a sigh.
George said the other day 'that you were very conceited. 'No, not conceited, replied Dr. , 'only ignorant; so if I were you, Trollolop, I would cut metaphysics; you're not offended?" "By no means," cried Trollolop, foaming at the mouth.
If so, you shall have in return the earliest intelligence of every new soprano, and the most elaborate criticisms on every budding figurante of our court. Have you met Trollolop lately, and in what new pursuit are his intellectual energies engaged? There, you see, I have fairly entrapped your Grace into a question which common courtesy will oblige you to answer. Adieu, ever, my dear Duke.
Callythorpe, and the third Sir Christopher Findlater. We will sketch them to you in an instant. Mr. Trollolop was a short, stout gentleman, with a very thoughtful countenance,-that is to say, he wore spectacles and took snuff. Mr.
"My dear sir," interrupted Callythorpe, very affectionately, "you remind me of what people say of you." "Memory may be reduced to sensation, since it is only a weaker sensation," quoth Trollolop; "but proceed."
I can't help telling you of your faults; for I am a true Briton, sir, a true Briton, and leave lying to slaves and Frenchmen." "You are in an error," said Trollolop; "Frenchmen don't lie, at least not naturally, for in the human mind, as I before said, the Divine Author has implanted a principle of veracity which "
One evening, when Clarence was alone in his rooms, Mr. Trollolop entered. "My dear Linden," said the visitor, "how are you?" "I am, as I hope you are, very well," answered Clarence. "The human mind," said Trollolop, taking off his greatcoat, "Sir Christopher Findlater and Mr. Callythorpe, sir," said the valet. "Pshaw! What has Sir Christopher Findlater to do with the human mind?" muttered Mr.
Callythorpe, and the third Sir Christopher Findlater. We will sketch them to you in an instant. Mr. Trollolop was a short, stout gentleman, with a very thoughtful countenance,-that is to say, he wore spectacles and took snuff. Mr.
Our ideas are derived from two sources, sensation or memory. "Nothing could be better demonstrated," said Clarence. "I don't believe it," quoth the baronet. "But you do believe it, and you must believe it," cried Trollolop; "for 'the Supreme Being has implanted within us the principle of credulity, and therefore you do believe it!" "But I don't," cried Sir Christopher.
"As to climate," said Trollolop, "there is no climate, neither here nor elsewhere: the climate is in your mind, the chair is in your mind, and the table too, though I dare say you are stupid enough to think the two latter are in the room; the human mind, my dear Findlater "
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