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6 enjoy it as a source of pleasure and entertainment “ to himself. If ever he was animated, it was in the
company of a few young men who looked up to (6 him for instruction. He entertained them not
with murmurings against the world, or complaints 6 of the injustice or depravity of mankind. His pic“ tures of society were flatiering and agreeable, as “ giving the most extensive scope for the exercise « of the active virtues. “ My young friends," he 6 he was wont to say, “ carry with you into the world " a spirit of independence, and a proper respect for “ yourselves. These are the guardians of virtue. 6 No man can trust to others for his support, or for6 feit his own good opinion with impunity. Extra“ vagant desires, and ill-founded hopes pave the way “ for disappointment, and dispose us to cover our “ own errors with the unjust accusation of others. “ Society is supported by a reciprocation of good “ offices; and, thouyh virtue and humanity will give, “ justice cannot demand, a favour, without a recom
pence. Warm and generous friendships are some6 times, nay, I hope, often found in the world ; but, “ in those changes and vicissitudes of life which open o new views, and form new connexions, the old are « apt to be weakened or forgotten. Family and do“ mestic friendships," would he add, with a sigh, “ will generally be found the most lasting and sin. “ cere ; but here, my friends, you will think me “ prejudiced; you all know my obligations to « Leonara."
« Antonio and Leonora are now no more ; he died " a few days after my last visit. His sister he had “ buried about a twelvemonth before ; and I have o often heard him mention, with a kind of melancho“ ly satisfaction, that, to her other distresses, there 6 had not been added the regret of being left behind « him." U
THE consideration of death has been always made use of, by the moralist and the divine, as a powerful incentive to virtụe and to piety. From the uncertainty of life, they have endeavoured to sink the estimation of its pleasures, and, if they could not strip the seductions of vice of their present enjoyment, at least to load them with the fear of their end.
Voluptuaries, on the other hand, have, from a si. milar reflection, endeavoured to enhance the value, and persuade to the enjoyment, of temporal delights. They have advised us lo pluck the roses which would otherwise soon wither of themselves, to seize the moments which we could not long command, and since time was unavoidably fleeting, toy crown its fight with joy.
Of neither of these persuasives, whether of the moral or the licentious, the severe or the gay, have the effects been great. Life must necessarily consist of active scenes, which exclude from its general tenor the leisure of meditation, and the influence of thought. The schemes of the busy will not be checked by the uncertainty of their event, nor the amusements of the dissipated be either controlled or endeared by the shortness of their duration. Even the cell of the Anchorite, and the cloister of the Monk, have their business and their pleasures ; for study may become business, and abstraction pleasure, when they engage the mind, and occupy the time. A man may even enjoy the present, and forget the suture, at the very moment in which he is writing
of the insignificancy of the former, and the importance of the latter.
It were easy to shew the wisdom and benignity of Providence, Providence ever wise and benign, in this particular of our constitution ; but it would be trite lo repeat arguments too obvious not to have been often observed, and too just not to have been always allowedł.
But, though neither the situation of the world, for the forination of our minds, allow the thoughts of futurity or death a constant or prevailing effect upon our lives, they may surely sometimes, not un. seasonably, press upon our imagination ; even exclusive of their moral or religious use, there is a sympathetic enjoyment which often makes it not only better, but more delightful, “ to go to the house of “ mourning, than to the house of feasting;"|
Perhaps I felt it so, when, but a few days since, I aitended the funeral of a young lady, who'was torni, in the bloom of youth and beauty, from the arms of a father who coated on her, of a family by whom she was adored : I think I would not have exchanged ay feelings at the time, for all the mirth which gaiety could inspire, or all the pleasure which luxury could bestow. Maria was in her twentieth year.
To the beauty of her form, and excellence of her natural disposition, a parent equally indulgent and attentive had done the fullest justice. To accomplish her person and to cultivate her mind, every endeavour had been used ; and they had been attended with that success which they commonly meet with, when not prevented by mistaken fondness or untimely vanity. Few young ladies have attracted more admiration ; none ever felt it less : with all the charms of beauty, and the polish of education, the plainest were not less affected, nor the most ignorant less assuming. She died when every tongue was eloquent of her
virtues, when every hope was ripening to reward them.
It is by such private and domestic distresses, that the softer emotions of the heart are most strongly excited. The fall of more important personages is commonly distant from our observation ; but even where it happens under our immediate notice, there is a mixture of other feelings by which our compassion is weakened. The eminently great, or extensively useful, leave behind them a train of interrupted views, and disappointed expectations, by which the distress is complicated beyond the simplicity of pity. But the death of one who, like Maria, was to shed the influence of her virtues over the age
of a father, and the childhood of her sisters, presents to us a little view of family-affliction which every eye can perceive, and every heart can feel. On scenes of public sorrow and national regret, we
as upon those gallery-pictures which strike us with wonder and admiration ; domestic calamity is like the miniature of a friend, which we wear in our bosoms, and keep for secret looks and solitary enjoyment.
The last time I saw Maria was in the midst of a crowded assembly of the fashionable and the gay, where she fixed all eyes by the gracefulness of her motions, and the native dignity of her mien ; yet so tempered was that superiority which they conferred with gentleness and modesty, that not a murmur was heard, either from the rivalship of beauty, or the envy of homeliness. From that scene the transition was so violent to the hearse and the pall, the grave and the sod, that once or twice the imagination turned rebel to my senses : I beheld the objects around me as the painting of a dream, and thought of Maria as living still.
I was soon, however, recalled to the sad reality. The figure of her father bending over the grave of
his darling child ; the silent suffering composure in which his countenance was fixed; the tears of his attendants, whose grief was light, and capable of tears ; these gave me back the truth, and reminded me that I should see her no more. There was a flow of sorrow with which I suffered myself to be borne along, with a melancholy kind of indulgence; but when her father dropped the cord with which he had helped to lay his Maria in the earth, its sound on the coffin chilled my heart, and horror for a moment took place of pity !
It was but for a moment.....He looked eagerly into the grave ; made one involuntary motion to stop the assistants who were throwing the earth into it; then suddenly recollecting himself, clasped his hands together, threw up his eyes to heaven ; and then first I saw a few tears drop from them. language to all this. It spoke a lesson of faith, and piety, and resignation. I went away sorrowful, but my sorrow was neither ungentle nor unmanly ; cast on this world a glance rather of pity than of enmity ; on the next a look of humbleness and hope !
Such, I am persuaded, will commonly be the effect of scenes like that I have described, on minds nei. ther frigid nor unthinking; for of feelings like these, the gloom of the ascetic is as little susceptible as the levity of the giddy. There needs a certain pliancy of mind, which society alone can give, though its vices often destroy, to render us capable of that gentle melancholy which makes sorrow pleasant, and affliction useful.
It is not from a melancholy of this sort, that men are prompted to the cold unfruitful virtues of monkish solitude. These are often the effects rather of passion secluded than repressed, rather of temptation avoided than overcome. The crucifix and the rosary, the death's head and the bones, if custom has not made them indifferent, will rather chill desire than