'Perceiving _you to be ready and prepared on one part_, I propose to you on the other, with all the care I can, to _clear_ your judgment, not to enforce it. Truly, _I_ have not only a great many humours, but _also a great many opinions_ [which I bring forward here, and assume as mine] that I would _endeavour_ to make _my son dislike_, if I had one. The _truest_, are not always the most commodious to man; he is of too _wild_ a composition. "We speak of all things by precept and resolution," he continues, returning again to this covert question of toleration, and Lord Bacon complains also that that is the method in his meridian. They make me hate things that are _likely_, when they impose them on me for _infallible_. "Wonder is the foundation of all philosophy"--(or, as Lord Bacon expresses it, "wonder is the seed of knowledge")--enquiry the progress--ignorance the end. Ay, but there is a sort of ignorance, _strong and generous_, that yields nothing _in honour and courage to knowledge_, a knowledge, which to conceive, requires _no less knowledge_ than knowledge itself.' 'I saw, in my younger days, a report of a process that Corras, a counsellor of Thoulouse, put in print.'--[The vain, egotistical, incoherent, rambling old Frenchman, the old Roman Catholic French gentleman, who is understood to be the author of this new experiment in letters, was not far from being a middle-aged man, when the pamphlet which he here alludes to was first published; but his chronology, generally, does not bear a very close examination. Some very extraordinary anachronisms, which the critics are totally at a loss to account for, have somehow slipped into his story. There _was_ a young philosopher in France in those days, of a most precocious, and subtle, and inventive genius--of a most singularly artistic genius, combining speculation and practice, as they had never been combined before, and already busying himself with all sorts of things, and among other things, with curious researches in regard to ciphers, and other questions not less interesting at that time;--there was a youth in France, whose family name was also English, living there with his eyes wide open, a youth who had found occasion to _invent_ a cipher of his own even then, into whose hands that publication might well have fallen on its first appearance, and one on whose mind it might very naturally have made the impression here recorded. But let us return to the story.]--'I saw in my younger days, a report of a process, that Corras, a counsellor of Thoulouse, put in print, of a strange accident of _two men, who presented themselves the one for the other_. I remember, and I hardly remember anything else, that he seemed to have rendered _the imposture of him whom he judged to be guilty, so wonderful, and so far exceeding both our knowledge and his who was the judge, that I thought it a very bold sentence that condemned him to be hanged_. [That is the point.] _Let us take up_ SOME FORM of ARREST,