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may ascend from below like water through sand-perhaps both causes are combined -the circumstance is common, and we need not recur to any extraordinary principle."
The ladies were listening to the mountain-philosopher with great attention; when the guide whispered who it was they had accidentally met, and gave all the traits of his character the short time afforded, The conversation now had more of the company to join in it--" The water is delicious,” says a lady,
" and makes admirable punch," faid a gentleman-“ But, there is the punch-bowl below," said another, pointing down to the lake—“ That bowl,” pleasantly replied Adrastus, was once as full of fire as it is now of water”-here he was interrupted by a general interjection of surprize-he continued." This mountain was once a volcano; that round basin is the crater-it bears a general resemblance
to twenty other mountains in Wales, all which have their craters; now become small circular-lakes of a vast depth.”
This language was by no means understood by the company, who knew more of punch-bowls than craters, and poor Adrastus was considered as a little cracked, by all, but the person to whom the guide had defcribed him, who very oddly conceived an idea, which afterwards produced a resolution we shall again have an occafion to mention.
When the ham, cold beef, and chickenpye were eaten, and the punch drank; the company having finished their business, bade adieu to Adraitus, and dea parted. He traced them down the different stages of the mountain, remarking the diminution of objects by distance, and their increasing faintnets by aerial perspective. After waiting to see the fullmoon in opposition to the setting fun, he
also the lakes
also descended; and with his usual occupation of mind caine home—but the moon surveyed through his telescope robbed him of some hours repose.
As the company proceeded to Brecon, the guide acquainted them more at large with all he knew, and all he had heard of Adraftus: and although a great part of the latter was untrue, yet that person mentioned above, and whom we will call Crito, who was one of those characters that fancy themselves geniuses-that they have taste, and presume to be critics in the arts—“ most ignorant of what they're most affured"-who never felt
real pleasure in his life, tho' he was ever in search of it—This person remarking the occupation of mind and cheerful air of Adraftus, conceived that retirement was the only plan for enjoyment, and determined also to retire--which accordingly not, long after he did, choosing for his retreat a folitary place among
lakes in Cumberland. Finding himself in a few minutes, very stupid ; and in a few hours, the most miserable of mortals, and conceiving some displeasure against Adrastus, by whose example he had been misled; he very prudently determined to resume his former mode of life, but in way
back to call on Adrastus. Being at Brecon directed to his cottage, they had the following conversation
C. The last time we met was on that mountain--do you recollect me, Sir?
A. I dare say I shall soon--an acquaintance begun on a mountain, with me is a sacred thing—it is not like an introduction at a formal visit.
C. I see that you have still that cheerfulness which led me first to imagine it was your retirement that produced such happy effects-in consequence, I also retired with much difficulty I held out
one day; and on the next, if I had not left my dismal solitary cell I must have sent to the next town for a cord or a pistol. You fairly took me in.
A. Admirable! a person like you quainted with the world (for fo I fuppose) must often have heard that there is no trusting to appearances—perhaps I am a cheat--but I will not deceive you~I really am as I appear-your mistake was in thinking that you and I are beings of the same class-What says the poet? “ Man differs more from man, than man from beast."
C. This is certain, that I find no pleasure in solitude, you do.
A. You again mistake solitude is to me the most dreadful of all ideas for which reason I am never alone.