It may here be remarked, that there is something in the ties of relationship, which acts as a sort of necessity, and makes us excuse the faults, which a domestic scene displays in the most perfect characters. But it is far otherwise in friendship; and those who there court too great intimacy, resemble the man in the fable of the golden eggs, and often destroy in a day riches, that, by wise forbearance, might have lasted their lives. Mr. Temple, on going up stairs to Adelaide, told her, that the line of conduct she had marked out for herself was the most proper she could adopt, giving it his unqualified approbation. He then proceeded to give her much sage advice, adding to it the most comforting assurances of support and protection. Adelaide poured forth her gratitude and her pleasure, with all the ardency of feelings long suppressed. Her spirits rose in proportion to their previous depression. She once more had the happiness of hearing a reverend voice address her in tones of approbation for her virtues, and of consolation for her distresses. Perhaps the evening of this anxious day was one of the happiest of her life. CHAPTER XI. Helas! ou donc chercher ou trouver le bonheur? En tout lieu, en tout temps, dans toute la nature, Nulle part tout entier, partout avec mesure, Et partout passager, hors dans son seul Auteur. Il est semblable au feu dont la douce chaleur, Dans chaque autre ÈlÈment en secret s' insinue, Descend dans les rochers, s' Èleve dans la nue, Va rougir le corail dans le sable des mers, Et vit dans les glaÁons qu'ont durcis les hivers.[8] VOLTAIRE. [Footnote 8: Alas! then where should happiness be sought? In Nature's self.--Cast but thine eyes around, In every place, in every age, 'tis found; No where entire, but always in degree, And fleeting still, except, Oh God! with thee, (Thou its great Author.) Like thy fire, its heat In every other element we meet; Deep in the bosom of the harden'd stone, As in the clouds its vital power we own; In ocean's caves, in coral beds it glows, And lives beneath the glacier's endless snows. As the reader may find it not uninteresting to compare the ideas of such great writers as Pope and Voltaire on the same subject, the opening verses of the fourth epistle of the Essay on Man are here subjoined, though perhaps an apology is due for transcribing lines impressed on every English memory.