"I attended him to a room, where the humble Jean officiously spread a
table with the little dainties of the larder; but a significant glance
from my entertainer telling him his presence could be dispensed with, he
respectfully bowed and retired. The worthy Monk then pressed me to eat;
filled a glass with wine, and placed it near my plate: but all was
ineffectual; my mind, more exhausted than my body, required that support
he vainly offered to my enfeebled frame. I would in gratitude have
eaten, but nature refused her office. He looked grieved--'Your sorrows,
my son, I believe, are deeper than I at first imagined. Your looks--your
deportment, bespeak you acquainted with fairer scenes in life, as well
as with misfortune. Tell me--am I mistaken?'
"'You are not, Father,' I replied, 'and the action you lately witnessed,
may tell you those misfortunes are neither trivial nor common. I am
indeed the child of misery!'
"'Alas! my son,' he returned with a sigh, 'we view the events of life
through the glass of prejudice. When misfortunes oppress us, we look
through the magnifying end, and think our own afflictions by far the
most superior: and, by the same rule, we reverse the glass to the
distresses of others, and see them in a lessened point of view: still
judging the happiness or misery of the world by our own feelings. Yet,
true it is, that which afflicts you, might by another be disregarded;
and that which would bow another to the grave, you, perhaps, could
support with fortitude! It is the hand of a Power, which cannot err,
that dispenses our portion of good and evil to each according to his
abilities of bearing. Take religion for your staff, my son, and
integrity for your guide, and the misfortunes of the world combined, can
never crush you!'
"'Ah! Father,' I cried, 'resignation is easy in theory, to those who
have only to preach it. Sheltered yourself from misfortune, how can you
judge of that, which drove me a fugitive from hope and happiness?'
"'I can judge,' said he solemnly; 'for I have experienced sorrow; and I
preach--from my practice! Listen to my tale, young man, with attention,
and from my misfortunes learn to bear your own without repining.--
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