What magician can do more; nay, what science can do as much?
There are two avenues from the little passions and the drear calamities of earth; both lead to heaven and away from hell,--art and science.

But art is more godlike than science; science discovers, art creates.

You have faculties that may command art; be contented with your lot.

The astronomer who catalogues the stars cannot add one atom to the universe; the poet can call a universe from the atom; the chemist may heal with his drugs the infirmities of the human form; the painter, or the sculptor, fixes into everlasting youth forms divine, which no disease can ravage, and no years impair.

Renounce those wandering fancies that lead you now to myself, and now to yon orator of the human race; to us two, who are the antipodes of each other! Your pencil is your wand; your canvas may raise Utopias fairer than Condorcet dreams of.