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stroys all the feeds of vice; and ameliorates and extends all the virtues. By its delightful influence the attack of ill-humour is resisted; the violence of our paffions abated; the bitter cup of human affliction sweetened; all the injuries of the world alleviated; and the sweetest flowers plentifully strewed along the most thorny paths of life. Every unhappy sufferer, whether the malady be of the body or the mind, derives from this source ex. traordinary comfort and confolation. At a time, alas ! when every thing displeased me, when every object was disgusting, when my sufferings had destroyed all the energy and vigour of my soul, when grief had shut from my streaming eyes the beauties of nature, and rendered the whole universe a dreary tomb, the kind attentions of a wife were capable of conveying a secret charm, a filent consolation to my mind. Oh! nothing can render the bowers of retirement fo ferene and comfortable, or can fo sweetly soften all our woes, as a conviction that woman is not indifferent to our fate.

Solitude, it is true, will not completely heal every wound which this imperious paffion is capable of inflicting on the human heart; but it teaches us to endure our pains without wishing for relief, and enables us to convert them into soft sorrow and plaintive grief.

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Both sexes in early youth, but particularly females from fifteen to eighteen years of age, who possess high sensibilities, and lively imaginations, generally feel, during the solitude of rural retirement, a soft and pleasing melancholy, when their bofoms begin to heave with the first propenfities of love. They wander every where in search of a beloved object, and sigh for one alone, long before the heart is fixed in its affection, or the mind conscious of its latent inclination. I have frequently observed this disposition unaccompanied by any. symptom of ill health. It is an original malady. Rousseau felt its influence, at Vevai, upon the borders of the Lake of Geneva. “My heart," says he, “ rushed with ardour from my bosom into « a thousand innocent felicities; and, melting into « tenderness, I sighed and wept like a child. How « frequently, stopping toindulge my feelings, and

seating myself on a piece of broken rock, did I « amuse myself with seeing my tears drop into the s stream !” *

RETIREMENT,

* There is no person possessing sensibility, of whatever country he may be, who has ever beheld, without feeling the tenderest emotion, the delightful borders of the Lake of Geneva ; the enchanting spectacle which nature there exhibits, and the vast and majestic horizon which that mass of water presents to the view. Who has ever returned from this scene without turning his eyes again on the interesting view, and experiencing the same affliction with which the heart separates from a beloved friend whom we have no expectation ever to see again?

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Published by Tornor & Hood March 1,800.

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RETIREMENT, however, is not equally favourable to every species of affliction. Some bosoms are so exquisitely alive to the sense of misfortune, that the indelible remembrance of the object of their affection preys upon their minds: the reading of a single line written by the hand they loved freezes their blood; the very sight of the tomb which has swallowed up the remains of all their soul held dear is intolerable to their eyes. On such beings, alas !- the heavens smile in vain: to them the newborn flowers and the twittering groves, proclaiming the approach of spring, and the regeneration of vegetable nature, bring no charms: the garden's variegated hues irritate their feelings; and the filent retreats from which they once expected consolation only increase their pains. Such refined and exquisite feelings, the offspring of warm and generous paffions, are real misfortunes; and the malady they engender requires to be treated with the mildest attention and the tenderest care.

But to minds of softer temper, Solitude pofsesses many powerful charms, although the losses they deplore are equally great. Such characters feel, indeed, a sense of their misfortune in its utmost possible extent, but they soften its acuteness by yielding to the natural mildness of their dispofitions: they plant upon the fatal tomb the weeping

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