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"all this," said the astronomer, "i have often thought; but my
reason has been so long subjugated by an uncontrollable and
overwhelming idea, that it durst not confide in its own decisions.
i now see how fatally i betrayed my quiet, by suffering chimeras to
prey upon me in secret; but melancholy shrinks from communication,
and i never found a man before to whom i could impart my troubles,
though i had been certain of relief. i rejoice to find my own
sentiments confirmed by yours, who are not easily deceived, and can
have no motive or purpose to deceive. i hope that time and variety
will dissipate the gloom that has so long surrounded me, and the
latter part of my days will be spent in peace."

"your learning and virtue," said imlac, "may justly give you

rasselas then entered, with the princess and pekuah, and inquired
whether they had contrived any new diversion for the next day.
"such," said nekayah, "is the state of life, that none are happy
but by the anticipation of change; the change itself is nothing;
when we have made it the next wish is to change again. the world
is not yet exhausted: let me see something to-morrow which i never
saw before."

"variety," said rasselas, "is so necessary to content, that even
the happy valley disgusted me by the recurrence of its luxuries;
yet i could not forbear to reproach myself with impatience when i
saw the monks of st. anthony support, without complaint, a life,
not of uniform delight, but uniform hardship."

"those men," answered imlac, "are less wretched in their silent
convent than the abyssinian princes in their prison of pleasure.
whatever is done by the monks is incited by an adequate and
reasonable motive. their labour supplies them with necessaries; it
therefore cannot be omitted, and is certainly rewarded. their
devotion prepares them for another state, and reminds them of its
approach while it fits them for it. their time is regularly
distributed; one duty succeeds another, so that they are not left
open to the distraction of unguided choice, nor lost in the shades
of listless inactivity. there is a certain task to be performed at
an appropriated hour, and their toils are cheerful, because they
consider them as acts of piety by which they are always advancing
towards endless felicity."

"do you think," said nekayah, "that the monastic rule is a more
holy and less imperfect state than any other? may not he equally
hope for future happiness who converses openly with mankind, who
succours the distressed by his charity, instructs the ignorant by
his learning, and contributes by his industry to the general system
of life, even though he should omit some of the mortifications
which are practised in the cloister, and allow himself such
harmless delights as his condition may place within his reach?"

"this," said imlac, "is a question which has long divided the wise
and perplexed the good. i am afraid to decide on either part. he
that lives well in the world is better than he that lives well in a
monastery. but perhaps everyone is not able to stem the
temptations of public life, and if he cannot conquer he may
properly retreat. some have little power to do good, and have
likewise little strength to resist evil. many are weary of the
conflicts with adversity, and are willing to eject those passions
which have long busied them in vain. and many are dismissed by age
and diseases from the more laborious duties of society. in
monasteries the weak and timorous may be happily sheltered, the
weary may repose, and the penitent may meditate. those retreats of
prayer and contemplation have something so congenial to the mind of
man, that perhaps there is scarcely one that does not purpose to
close his life in pious abstraction, with a few associates serious
as himself."

"such," said pekuah, "has often been my wish, and i have heard the
princess declare that she should not willingly die in a crowd."

"the liberty of using harmless pleasures," proceeded imlac, "will
not be disputed, but it is still to be examined what pleasures are
harmless. the evil of any pleasure that nekayah can image is not
in the act itself but in its consequences. pleasure in itself
harmless may become mischievous by endearing to us a state which we
know to be transient and probatory, and withdrawing our thoughts
from that of which every hour brings us nearer to the beginning,
and of which no length of time will bring us to the end.
mortification is not virtuous in itself, nor has any other use but
that it disengages us from the allurements of sense. in the state
of future perfection to which we all aspire there will be pleasure
without danger and security without restraint."

the princess was silent, and rasselas, turning to the astronomer,
asked him whether he could not delay her retreat by showing her
something which she had not seen before.

"your curiosity," said the sage, "has been so general, and your
pursuit of knowledge so vigorous, that novelties are not now very
easily to be found; but what you can no longer procure from the
living may be given by the dead. among the wonders of this country
are the catacombs, or the ancient repositories in which the bodies
of the earliest generations were lodged, and where, by the virtue
of the gums which embalmed them, they yet remain without

"i know not," said rasselas, "what pleasure the sight of the
catacombs can afford; but, since nothing else is offered, i am
resolved to view them, and shall place this with my other things
which i have done because i would do something."

they hired a guard of horsemen, and the next day visited the
catacombs. when they were about to descend into the sepulchral
caves, "pekuah," said the princess, "we are now again invading the
habitations of the dead; i know that you will stay behind. let me
find you safe when i return." "no, i will not be left," answered
pekuah, "i will go down between you and the prince."

they then all descended, and roved with wonder through the
labyrinth of subterraneous passages, where the bodies were laid in
rows on either side.


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