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'The perusal of these Verses； Father； which till now had escaped my observation。 The Brightness of the Moonbeams permitted my reading them； and Oh！ how I envy the feelings of the Writer！'
As He said this； He pointed to a marble Tablet fixed against the opposite Wall： On it were engraved the following lines。
INSCRIPTION IN AN HERMITAGE
Who…e'er Thou art these lines now reading； Think not； though from the world receding I joy my lonely days to lead in This Desart drear； That with remorse aconscience bleeding Hath led me here。
No thought of guilt my bosom sowrs： Free…willed I fled from courtly bowers； For well I saw in Halls and Towers That Lust and Pride； The Arch…Fiend's dearest darkest Powers； In state preside。
I saw Mankind with vice incrusted； I saw that Honour's sword was rusted； That few for aught but folly lusted； That He was still deceiv'd； who trusted In Love or Friend； And hither came with Men disgusted My life to end。
In this lone Cave； in garments lowly； Alike a Foe to noisy folly； And brow…bent gloomy melancholy I wear away My life； and in my office holy Consume the day。
Content and comfort bless me more in This Grot； than e'er I felt before in A Palace； and with thoughts still soaring To God on high； Each night and morn with voice imploring This wish I sigh。
'Let me； Oh！ Lord！ from life retire； Unknown each guilty worldly fire； Remorseful throb； or loose desire； And when I die； Let me in this belief expire； ''To God I fly''！'
Stranger； if full of youth and riot As yet no grief has marred thy quiet； Thou haply throw'st a scornful eye at The Hermit's prayer： But if Thou hast a cause to sigh at Thy fault； or care；
If Thou hast known false Love's vexation； Or hast been exil'd from thy Nation； Or guilt affrights thy contemplation； And makes thee pine； Oh！ how must Thou lament thy station； And envy mine！
'Were it possible' said the Friar； 'for Man to be so totally wrapped up in himself as to live in absolute seclusion from human nature； and could yet feel the contented tranquillity which these lines express； I allow that the situation would be more desirable； than to live in a world so pregnant with every vice and every folly。 But this never can be the case。 This inscription was merely placed here for the ornament of the Grotto； and the sentiments and the Hermit are equally imaginary。 Man was born for society。 However little He may be attached to the World； He never can wholly forget it； or bear to be wholly forgotten by it。 Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind； the Misanthrope flies from it： He resolves to become an Hermit； and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock。 While Hate inflames his bosom； possibly He may feel contented with his situation： But when his passions begin to cool； when Time has mellowed his sorrows； and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude； think you that Content becomes his Companion？ Ah！ no； Rosario。 No longer sustained by the violence of his passions； He feels all the monotony of his way of living； and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness。 He looks round； and finds himself alone in the Universe： The love of society revives in his bosom； and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned。 Nature loses all her charms in his eyes： No one is near him to point out her beauties； or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety。 Propped upon the fragment of some Rock； He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye； He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun。 Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening； for no one there is anxious for his arrival； He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal： He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied； and wakes only to pass a day as joyless； as monotonous as the former。'
'You amaze me； Father！ Suppose that circumstances condemned you to solitude； Would not the duties of Religion and the consciousness of a life well spent communicate to your heart that calm which。 。 。 。'
'I should deceive myself； did I fancy that they could。 I am convinced of the contrary； and that all my fortitude would not prevent me from yielding to melancholy and disgust。 After consuming the day in study； if you knew my pleasure at meeting my Brethren in the Evening！ After passing many a long hour in solitude； if I could express to you the joy which I feel at once more beholding a fellow…Creature！ 'Tis in this particular that I place the principal merit of a Monastic Institution。 It secludes Man from the temptations of Vice； It procures that leisure necessary for the proper service of the Supreme； It spares him the mortification of witnessing the crimes of the worldly； and yet permits him to enjoy the blessings of society。 And do you； Rosario； do YOU envy an Hermit's life？ Can you be thus blind to the happiness of your situation？ Reflect upon it for a moment。 This Abbey is become your Asylum： Your regularity； your gentleness； your talents have rendered you the object of universal esteem： You are secluded from the world which you profess to hate； yet you remain in possession of the benefits of society； and that a society composed of the most estimable of Mankind。'
'Father！ Father！ 'tis that which causes my Torment！ Happy had it been for me； had my life been passed among the vicious and abandoned！ Had I never heard pronounced the name of Virtue！ 'Tis my unbounded adoration of religion； 'Tis my soul's exquisite sensibility of the beauty of fair and good； that loads me with shame！ that hurries me to perdition！ Oh！ that I had never seen these Abbey walls！'
'How； Rosario？ When we last conversed； you spoke in a different tone。 Is my friendship then become of such little consequence？ Had you never seen these Abbey walls； you never had seen me： Can that really be your wish？'
'Had never seen you？' repeated the Novice； starting from the Bank； and grasping the Friar's hand with a frantic air； 'You？ You？ Would to God； that lightning had blasted them； before you ever met my eyes！ Would to God！ that I were never to see you more； and could forget that I had ever seen you！'
With these words He flew hastily from the Grotto。 Ambrosio remained in his former attitude； reflecting on the Youth's unaccountable behaviour。 He was inclined to suspect the derangement of his senses： yet the general tenor of his conduct； the connexion of his ideas； and calmness of his demeanour till the moment of his quitting the Grotto； seemed to discountenance this conjecture。 After a few minutes Rosario returned。 He again seated himself upon the Bank： He reclined his cheek upon one hand； and with the other wiped away the tears which trickled from his eyes at intervals。
The Monk looked upon him with compassion； and forbore to interrupt his meditations。 Both observed for some time a profound silence。 T