Intuition. This uni-faculty is not a thing of earthly origin, though it here deepens and grows strong; it was an integer of the original being—became a part of the soul at the very instant wherein it fell from God; it is a triple faculty, and its role is Prevision, Present-knowing, and Reminiscence.
The skin of a man is not himself, although whoever sees one, recognizes something human. Beneath this skin is the muscular system, interlaced with a magnificent net-work of nerves, all in the form of, yet by no means the man himself. Next we come to the osseous system—the skeleton—the God-fashioned framework of the house he lives in—and a house only—one, too, that is often let to bad tenants, seeing how zealously they abuse it and batter down its walls. Now, when we see a skeleton, we know it is something that points towards the human, yet do not for that reason, even momentarily, confound the bones with the individual; for we instinctively know that the wonderful occupant of this bony edifice is, and to bodily eyes will forever remain invisible. Whoever looks for a man, must go below and above skin, flesh, muscles, and bones, to find him. Well, let the searcher enter the domain of the senses—a country that lies a long distance beyond the nervo-osseous land. Ah! here is the man, somewhere in this region of sense. Let's see! one, two, three, five, or a dozen—no matter about counting them—yet nowhere in all this region have we found or can find the man. We are certainly nearer to him than we were awhile ago; yet, not finding him, we conclude to go a little further in the search. 'He dwells in the Faculties.' Not so; try again. 'In the passions.' Further still; not home yet. 'In God-like reason, and the quality-parlors of
