A view of that part of the late considerations adderest to H.H. about the…A view of that part of the late considerations addrest to H.H. about the…

When you ask me this Question, Do not Body and Soul remain two Substances, a bodily, and a spiritual, notwithstanding their concurrence to the Constitution of a Man? I answer, Yes. And I thank you, Sir, for this kind Look towards my Hypothesis. If they were not so, the mention of this Union had no way served it. You know 'tis only Union, with continuing distinction, that is for my purpose. I ⟨p. 39⟩doubt you nodded a little, when you asked me that Question; and I do annuere.

When you ask me this Question, Do not Body and Soul remain two Substances, a bodily, and a spiritual, notwithstanding their concurrence to the Constitution of a Man? I answer, Yes. And I thank you, Sir, for this kind Look towards my Hypothesis. If they were not so, the mention of this Union had no way serv'd it. You know 'tis only Union, with continuing distinction, that is for my purpose. I ⟨p. 39⟩doubt you nodded a little, when you ask'd me that Question; and I do annuere.

But when the Discourse was only of a natural Union, what, in the Name of Wonder, made you dream of a Christmas-Pie? Had you writ it at the same time of Year I am now writing, I should have wondered less. But either you had some particular, preternatural Appetite to that sort of Delicate; or you gave your Fancy a random liberty, to make your Pen write whatever came to your fingers end, and that whirled you unaware into a Pastry, and so, by mere chance, you came to have your finger in the Pie. Or you thought to try whether this wild Ramble might not issue as luckily for you, as Dr. Echard's Jargon of Words fortuitously put together (to ridicule Hobbes's fatal Chain of Thoughts) at length ending in a Napkin; which was mightily for your turn, in your present Case.

But when the Discourse was only of a natural Union, what, in the Name of Wonder, made you dream of a Christmass-Pye? Had you writ it at the same time of Year I am now writing, I should have wondered less. But either you had some particular, preternatural Appetite to that sort of Delicate; or you gave your Fancy a random liberty, to make your Pen write whatever came to your fingers end, and that whirl'd you unaware into a Pastry, and so, by meer chance, you came to have your finger in the Pye. Or you thought to try whether this wild Ramble might not issue as luckily for you, as Dr. Echard's Jargon of Words fortuitously put together (to ridicule Hobbes's fatal Chain of Thoughts) at length ending in a Napkin; which was mightily for your turn, in your present Case.