. Thackerayana;. ons from his plan ofemployment, which in reality were the fruit of indolence andweakness, arose from reason and conviction. After all said he to me one day, when I was endeavouringto undeceive him, after all, granting what you allege, if I behappy, and really am so, what more could activity, fame, or pre-ferment bestow upon me ? After a stay of some weeks I departed, convinced that hismalady was past a cure, and lamenting that so much real excellenceand ability should be thus in a great measure lost to the world, aswell as to their possessor, by the attendance of a single faul
. Thackerayana;. ons from his plan ofemployment, which in reality were the fruit of indolence andweakness, arose from reason and conviction. After all said he to me one day, when I was endeavouringto undeceive him, after all, granting what you allege, if I behappy, and really am so, what more could activity, fame, or pre-ferment bestow upon me ? After a stay of some weeks I departed, convinced that hismalady was past a cure, and lamenting that so much real excellenceand ability should be thus in a great measure lost to the world, aswell as to their possessor, by the attendance of a single fault. 424 THA CKERA YANA. The Mirror.—Vol. II. No. 56. The following letter is from a dweller in the country, anardent lover of retirement, who is enchanted with the simplicity oflife and incident to be encountered in a pastoral retreat:— My dear Sir.—The moment I found myself disengaged frombusiness, you know I left the smoke and din of your blessed city,and hurried away to pure skies and quiet at my * You must have heard that our spring was singularly pleasant;but how pleasant it wTas you could not feel in your dusky atmo-sphere. My sister remarked that it had a faint resemblance to the spring of . Although I omit the year, you may believe that several seasons have passed away since that animating era recol-lected by my sister. Alas ! my friend, said I, seasons return,but it is only to the young and the fortunate. A tear started inher eye, yet she smiled and resumed her tranquillity. We sauntered through the kitchen-garden, and admired therapid progress of vegetation. Everything is very forward, saidmy sister ; we must begin to bottle gooseberries to-morrow. Very forward, indeed, answered I. This reminds me of theyoung ladies whom I have seen lately—they seem forward enough,though a little out of season too. THE < MIRROR: 425 1 It was a poor witticism, but it lay in my way, and I took itup. Next morning the gardener came to our breakfasting-parlour. Madam/ s
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