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be such as suited his present station rather than his former dignity. It confifted only of fix rooms; four of them in the form of friars' cells, with naked walls; the other two, each twenty feet fquare, were hung with brown cloth, and furnished in the moft fimple manner they were all on a level with the ground, with a door on one fide into a garden, of which CHARLES himself had given the plan, and had filled it with various plants, which he intended to cultivate with his own hands. On the other fide they communicated with the chapel of the monaftery in which he was to perform his devotions. In this humble retreat, hardly fufficient for the comfortable accommodation of a private gentleman, did CHARLES enter with twelve domeftics only, and buried in folitude and filence, his grandeur, his ambition, and all those vast prospects which, during almoft half a century, had alarmed and agitated EUROPE; filling every kingdom in it, by turns, with the terror of his arms, and the dread of being fubdued by his power.
These inftances of refignation and retirement, to which many others might have been added, fufficiently prove that a defire to live in free leifure, independent of the restraints of fociety, is one of the most powerful affections of the human mind; and that Solitude, judicioufly and ration
ally employed, amply compenfates all that is facrificed for the purposes of enjoying it.
But there are many other sources from whence an anti-social disposition may arise which merit confideration. That terrible malady the hypochondria frequently renders the unhappy fufferer not only averse to society in general, but even fearful of meeting a human being; and the still more dreadful malady, a wounded heart, increases our antipathy to mankind. The fear of unfounded calumny alfo fometimes drives weak and dejected minds into the imaginary shelter of obscurity; and even ftrong and honeft characters, prone to disclose their real sentiments, are disgusted at the world, from a consciousness of its being unable to listen temperately to the voice of truth. The obftinacy with which mankind persist in habitual errors, and the violence with which they indulge inveterate paffions, a deep regret for their follies, and the horror which their vices create, drive us frequently from their presence. The love of science, a fondness for the arts, and an attachment to the immortal works of genius, induce, I trust, not a few to neglect all anxiety to learn the common news of the day, and keep them in some calm, fequeftered retreat, far from the unmeaning manners of the noisy world, improving the genuine feelings of their hearts, and storing their
minds with the principles of true philofophy. There are others, though, I fear, they are few, who, impreffed by a strong sense of the duties of RELIGION, and feeling how incompatible with their practice are moft, if not all, the factitious joys of focial life, retire from the corrupted scene, to contemplate, in facred privacy, the attributes of a Being unalterably pure, and infinitely good; to impress upon their minds so strong a sense of the importance of obedience to the Divine will, of the value of the reward promised to virtue, and the terrors of the punishment denounced against crimes, as may overbear all temptations which temporal hope or fear can bring in their way, and enable them to bid equal defiance to joy and forrow; to turn away at one time from the allurements of ambition, and press forward at another against the threats of calamity.*
The conduct of thofe," fays MONTAIGNE, in his excellent Effay on Solitude, "who retire from the world with devout views, and to encourage the delightful hope refulting from the Divine promise of immortality hereafter, is founded in the highest exertion of reafon. GOD, a being of infinite wifdom, goodness, and power, becomes the fole and facred object of their contemplation. The pious difpofitions of the foul expand, and find a happy leisure and indulgence. Employed in the purfuit of joys everlasting, the pains and afflictions of mortality lose their severity and fting. The aufterity which they
The dejection occafioned by the hypochondria renders the mind not only averse from, but wholly incapable of, any pleasure, and induces the unhappy fufferer to seek a folitude by which it is increased. The influence of this dreadful malady is fo powerful, that it destroys all hope of remedy, and prevents those exertions by which alone we are told it can be cured.
To cure the mind's wrong bias-SPLEEN,
Fling but a ftone, the Giant dies:
Laugh, and be well. Monkies have been
ever think it neceffary to obferve, is foftened by custom ; and all the dangerous paffious and unruly appetites of the foul, are moderated, reftrained, and at length fubdued; for the unworthy appetites and paffions of our natures are the creatures of habit, and are only fupported by exercise and ufe. The tyrant Death is, under fuch circumstances, difarmed of all its terrors, and they confider his arrival as a happy event; an event which removes them from a vale of tears into the blissful regions of eternal joy. To attain this end, they abandon, without regret, the pleasures and conveniencies of this world: and they who happily inflame their fouls with the ardour of this lively faith, and fatisfactory hope, certainly create in SOLITUDE a more voluptuous and delicious life than any which this world can otherwife afford.
Tacitum fylvas inter reptare falubres
Curantem quicquid dignum fapiente bono que eft.
But, alas! the heart shuts itself against every pleasing sensation, and the mind dismisses every cheering fentiment. Joy opens in vain its feftal arms to receive him; and he fhuns embraces whose light and mirthful air would only serve to increase the melancholy of his dreary and diftempered mind. Even the tender, affectionate offices of friendship, in endeavouring to footh and divert his mind by lively conversation and focial intercourses, appear officious and ill-timed. His fpirits are quite dejected; his faculties become torpid; and his sense of enjoyment is annihilated. The charming air, which breathes' to others the sweetest fragrance and most invigorating delights, feels to him like a peftilent congregation of vapours.
His penfive spirit takes the lonely grove :
Raising her head, ferene and fhorn of beams,
To make more awful darkness.
Conscious that his frame is totally unftrung, and that his pulse is incapable of beating in any pleasant unifon with the feelings of his healthful friends, he withers into forrowful decay. Every object around him appears to be at enmity with his E feelings,