Here the sage approached and saluted them. They invited him to join
their walk, and prattled awhile as acquaintance that had unexpectedly met
one another. The old man was cheerful and talkative, and the way seemed
short in his company. He was pleased to find himself not disregarded,
accompanied them to their house, and, at the Prince’s request, entered
with them. They placed him in the seat of honour, and set wine and
conserves before him.
“Sir,” said the Princess, “an evening walk must give to a man of learning
like you pleasures which ignorance and youth can hardly conceive. You
know the qualities and the causes of all that you behold—the laws by
which the river flows, the periods in which the planets perform their
revolutions. Everything must supply you with contemplation, and renew
the consciousness of your own dignity.”
“Lady,” answered he, “let the gay and the vigorous expect pleasure in
their excursions: it is enough that age can attain ease. To me the world
has lost its novelty. I look round, and see what I remember to have seen
in happier days. I rest against a tree, and consider that in the same
shade I once disputed upon the annual overflow of the Nile with a friend
who is now silent in the grave. I cast my eyes upwards, fix them on the
changing moon, and think with pain on the vicissitudes of life. I have
ceased to take much delight in physical truth; for what have I to do with
those things which I am soon to leave?”
“You may at least recreate yourself,” said Imlac, “with the recollection
of an honourable and useful life, and enjoy the praise which all agree to
give you.”
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