you imagine that so great an ability of memory can be produc'd or compounded of Earth, or this gross Region of Air? You do not see what is its Nature: But what are its Qualities, you do see; or if you do not that neither, what is its quantity, to be sure you do see. How then do we conceive of it? whether do we think there is any concavity, into which, as into a Fat, we turn up the things which we remember? that is absurd: For what bottom, or what such Figure of the Soul can be imagin'd? or what Gage of so large a Size? Or do we take the Soul to be imprest as Wax, and the Memory for the Prints of things set down in the Mind, as in a Table-book? What Prints can there be of Words? what of the things themselves? Lastly, what Volum so vast, as to represent such numerous Nations? What think you should that Power be, which brings to light useful Secrets, which is call'd Invention, or Devising? or that it can be compounded of this earthly, mortal and frail Nature? What judge you of him, who the first impos'd names on all things, which Pythagoras reckons a Work of the highest Wisdom? or who drew scatter'd men into Communities, and incorporated them for the mu∣tual Support of Life? or who couch'd the Sounds of the Voice, which seem'd infinite, into the marks of a few Letters? or who calculated the Courses, Progressions, Stations of the Planets. All of them were great Personages. Those of higher Anti∣quity yet, who found out Corn, who Cloathing, who Houses, who the helps of living handsomly, who guards against wild Beasts; by whom being ci∣viliz'd and reclaim'd, we naturally proceeded from the necessary, to the more polite Arts? for entertainment of the Ears, was in great measure found out and temper'd, with variety of Notes and Voices. We