There are, however, circumstances under which it is absolutely necessary to retire from the world, in order to avoid the recurrence of sentiments and feelings that are pregnant with unhappiness. To a mind that feels unconquerable disgust of the manners and maxims of a world which it cannot reform; to a heart that turns with horror from the various sights the world exhibits of human wo, which he is incapable of relieving; to a bosom that is stung by the various vices which he cannot prevent or restrain, and which are hourly practised among the sons of men, retirement becomes an obligation which the justice that every good man owes to his own felicity demands. The impulse of solitude may in such cases be conscientiously indulged, in the firmest confidence of its rectitude. It is a retreat necessary to the preservation, not only of happiness but of virtue; and the world itself may be benefited by its effects. Removed from the sad scenes of inactivity, wretchedness, and guilt, the tender feelings of pity are regulated with composure; the mind views its own operations with nicer discrimination; the high sense of virtue is rendered less indignant; and the hatred against vice more temperate and discerning. The violent emotions which created the disgusting pain gently subside; and as our reflections on the condition of human nature prevail, the soul feels how incumbent it is to endeavor to bear with the follies, to alleviate the miseries, and to reform the vices of mankind; while the leisure and quietude which solitude affords, enables a man, who has thus retired, to point out the most likely means of accomplishing the ends which his lonely meditation, and philanthropic feelings, have generally inspired. “With aspect mild, and elevated eye, Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion’s storm. All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunder breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, nor impair his peace. Earth’s genuine sons, the sceptred and the slave, A mingled mob! a wandering herd! he sees, Bewilder’d in the vale; in all unlike, His full reverse in all! What higher praise What stronger demonstration of the right? Himself too much he prizes to be proud, And nothing thinks so great in man as man. Too dear he holds man’s interest to neglect Another’s welfare, or his right invade. Wrong he sustains with temper, looks on heav’n, Nor stoops to think his injurer his foe; But looks with gentle pity round, to find How he can best relieve another’s wo, Or hush the vicious passions into peace.”