It is this faculty, however, which distinguishes the intellect from the imagination.
That he may abandon himself to the enjoyment of those pleasures which, like Dead Sea apples, crumble to ashes on his lips, the fool puts aside all mental toil, and disregards the shortness of his time,—ignores the brief period allowed for the development of the understanding. But, at least, let Imagination abstain from substituting its idle dreams for the assured results which can be only the reward of reason, conscientiousness, and labour! Unfortunately, here as elsewhere, it is vox clamantis, and we preach in the desert!
CHAPTER II.
WHAT MAY BE SEEN ON THE EARTH.
"Now the shining meads
Do boast the pansy, lily, and the rose,
And every flower doth laugh as zephyr blows."