I see it in the wan cheek, sunk eye, and air of
chagrin, which ever
mark the children of dissipation. Pleasure is a vain illusion;
she draws you on to a thousand follies, errors, and I may say vices,
and then leaves you to
deplore your
thoughtless credulity.
Look, my dear friends, at yonder lovely Virgin, arrayed in a white
robe
devoid of
ornament; behold the
meekness of her
countenance,
the
modesty of her gait; her handmaids are Humility, Filial Piety,
Conjugal Affection, Industry, and Benevolence; her name is CONTENT;
she holds in her hand the cup of true
felicity, and when once you
have formed an
intimateacquaintance with these her attendants,
nay you must admit them as your bosom friends and chief counsellors,
then,
whatever may be your situation in life, the meek eyed Virgin
wig immediately take up her abode with you.
Is
poverty your portion?--she will
lighten your labours,
preside at
your
frugal board, and watch your quiet slumbers.
Is your state mediocrity?--she will
heighten every
blessing you enjoy,
by informing you how
grateful you should be to that bountiful
Providence who might have placed you in the most
abject situation;
and, by teaching you to weigh your
blessings against your deserts,
show you how much more you receive than you have a right to expect.
Are you possessed of affluence?--what an inexhaustible fund
of happiness will she lay before you! To
relieve the distressed,
redress the
injured, in short, to perform all the good works
of peace and mercy.
Content, my dear friends, will blunt even the arrows of adversity,
so that they cannot
materially harm you. She will dwell
in the humblest
cottage; she will attend you even to a prison.
Her parent is Religion; her sisters, Patience and Hope.
She will pass with you through life, smoothing the rough paths and tread
to earth those thorns which every one must meet with as they journey
onward to the appointed goal. She will
soften the pains of sickness,
continue with you even in the cold
gloomy hour of death, and,
cheating you with the smiles of her heaven-born sister, Hope, lead you
triumphant to a blissfull eternity.
I
confess I have rambled
strangely from my story: but what of
that? if I have been so lucky as to find the road to happiness,
why should I be such a niggard as to omit so good an opportunity
of pointing out the way to others. The very basis of true peace
of mind is a
benevolent wish to see all the world as happy
as one's Self; and from my soul do I pity the
selfish churl,
who, remembering the little bickerings of anger, envy, and fifty
other dis
agreeables to which frail
mortality is subject, would wish
to
revenge the
affront which pride whispers him he has received.
For my own part, I can
safely declare, there is not a human being
in the
universe, whose
prosperity I should not
rejoice in, and to whose
happiness I would not
contribute to the
utmost limit of my power:
and may my offences be no more remembered in the day of general
retribution, than as from my soul I
forgive every offence or injury
received from a fellow creature.
Merciful heaven! who would exchange the
rapture of such a reflexion
for all the gaudy tinsel which the world calls pleasure!
But to return.--Content dwelt in Mrs. Temple's bosom, and spread
a
charming animation over her
countenance, as her husband led her in,
to lay the plan she had formed (for the
celebration of Charlotte's
birth day,) before Mr. Eldridge.
CHAPTER IX.
WE KNOW NOT WHAT A DAY
MAY BRING FORTH.
VARIOUS were the
sensations which agitated the mind of Charlotte,
during the day
preceding the evening in which she was to
meet Montraville. Several times did she almost
resolve to go
to her
governess, show her the letter, and be guided by her advice: