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where."- "If he could be moved to our house," said her master. He had a spare bed for a friend, and there was a garret room unoccupied, next to the housekeeper's. It was contrived accordingly.
9. The scruples of the stranger, who could look scruples, though he could not speak them, were overcome, and the bashful reluctance of his daughter gave way to her belief of its use to her father. The sick man was wrapt in blankts, and carried across the street to the English gentleman's. The old woman helped his daughter to nurse him there. The surgeon, who arrived soon after, prescribed a little, and nature did much for him; in a week he was able to thank his benefactor.
1. By this time his host had learned the name and character of his guest. He was a clergyman of Switzerland, called La Roche, a widower, who had lately buried his wife, after a long and lingering illness, for which, travelling had been prescribed, and was now returning home, after an ineffectual and melancholy journey, with his only child, the daughter we have mentioned.
2. He was a devout man, as became his profession. He possessed devotion in all its warmth, but with none of its asperity; I mean that asperity which men, called devout, sometimes indulge in. The Philosopher, though he felt no devotion, never quarrelled with it in others. His housekeeper joined the old man and his daughter in the prayers and thanksgivings which they put up on his recovery.
3. The Philosopher walked out, with his long staff and his dog, and left them to their prayers and thanksgivings. My master," said the old woman, "alas! he is not a Christian; but he is the best of unbelievers." Christian!". -exclaimed Miss La Roche, "yet he saved my father! Heaven bless him for 't; I would he were a Christian!"
4. "There is a pride in human knowledge, my child," said her father, "which often blinds men to the sublime truths of revelation; hence opposers of Christianity are found among men of virtuous lives, as well as among those
of dissipated and licentious characters. Nay, sometimes I have known the latter more easily converted to the true faith than the former, because the fume of passion is more easily dissipated than the mist of false theory and delusive speculation."
5." But our host," said his daughter, "alas! my father, he shall be a Christian before he dies.". -She was interrupted by the arrival of their landlord.- -He took her hand with an air of kindness:- -She drew it away from him in silence; threw down her eyes to the ground, and left the room.
6. "I have been thanking God," said the good La Roche, for my recovery." "That is right," replied his host"I would not wish," continued the old man, hesitatingly, "to think otherwise; did I not look up with gratitude to that Being, I should barely be satisfied with my recovery, as a continuation of life, which, it may be, is not a real good.
7. "Alas! I may live to wish I had died, that you had left me to die, Sir, instead of kindly relieving me;" he clasped the Philosopher's hand; "but, when I look on this renovated being as the gift of the Almighty, I feel a far different sentiment-my heart dilates with gratitude and love to him; it is prepared for doing his will, not as a duty, but as a pleasure, and regards every breach of it, not with disapproba tion, but with horror."
8. "You say right, my dear Sir," replied the Philosopher; "but you are not yet re-established enough to talk much you must take care of your health, and neither study nor preach for some time. I have been thinking over a scheme that struck me to-day, when you mentioned your intended departure. I never was in Switzerland; I have a great mind to accompany your daughter and you into that country. I will help to take care of you by the road; for, as I was your first physician, I hold myself responsible for
9. La Roche's eyes glistened at the proposal, his daughter was called in and told of it. She was equally pleased with her father; for they really loved their host-not, perhaps, the less for his infidelity; at least that circumstance mixed a sort of pity with their regard for him-their souls were not of a mould for harsher feelings; hatred never dwelt in them.
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1. They travelled by short stages; for the Philosopher was as good as his word, in taking care that the old man should not be fatigued. The party had time to be well acquainted with one another, and their friendship was increased by acquaintance. La Roche found a degree of simplicity and gentleness in his companion, which is not always annexed to the character of a learned or wise man. His daughter, who was prepared to be afraid of him, was equally undeceived.
2. She found in him nothing of that self-importance which superior parts, or great cultivation of them, is apt to assume. He talked of every thing but philosophy or religion; he seemed to enjoy every pleasure and amusement of ordinary life, and to be interested in the most common topics of discourse; when his knowledge or learning at any time appeared, it was delivered with the utmost plainness, and without the least shadow of dogmatism.
3. On his part, he was charmed with the society of the He found in good clergyman and his lovely daughter. them the guileless manner of the earliest times, with the culture and accomplishment of the most refined ones. Every better feeling, warm and vivid; every ungentle one, repressed or overcome. He was not addicted to love; but he felt himself happy in being the friend of Miss La Roche, and sometimes envied her father the possession of such a child.
4. After a journey of eleven days, they arrived at the dwelling of La Roche. It was situated in one of those val leys of the canton of Berne, where nature seems to repose, as it were, in quiet, and has enclosed her retreat with mountains inaccessible. A stream, that spent its fury in the hills above, ran in front of the house, and a broken water-fall was seen through the wood that covered its sides; below, it circled round a tufted plain, and formed a little lake in front of a village, at the end of which appeared the spire of La Roche's church, rising above a clump of beeches.
5. The Philosopher enjoyed the beauty of the scene; but to his companions, it recalled the memory of a wife and parent they had lost.-The old man's sorrow was silent;
his daughter sobbed and wept. Her father took her hand, kissed it twice, pressed it to his bosom, threw up his eyes to heaven; and, having wiped off a tear that was just about to drop from each, began to point out to his guest some of the most striking objects which the prospect afforded. The Philosopher interpreted all this; and he could but slightly censure the creed from which it arose.
6. They had not been long arrived, when a number of La Roche's parishioners, who had heard of his return, came to his house to see and welcome him. The honest folks were awkward, but sincere, in their professions of regard. They made some attempts of condolence; it was too delicate for their handling; but La Roche took it in good part. "It has pleased God"-said he; and they saw he had settled the matter with himself.-Philosophy could not have done so much with a thousand words.
7 It was now evening, and the good peasants were about to depart, when a clock was heard to strike seven, and the hour was followed by a particular chime. country folks, who had come to welcome their pastor, turned their looks towards him at the sound; he explained their meaning to his guest.
8. "That is the signal," said he, "for our evening exercise; this is one of the nights of the week in which some of my parishioners are wont to join in it; a little rustic saloon serves for the chapel of our family, and such of the good people as are with us; if you choose rather to walk out, I will furnish you with an attendant; or here are a few old books that may afford you some entertainment within.” "By no means,' "answered the Philosopher; "I will attend Miss La Roche at her devotions."
9. "She is our organist," said La Roche; "our neighbourhood is the country of musical mechanism: and I have a small organ fitted up for the purpose of assisting our singing."""Tis an additional inducement," replied the other; and they walked into the room together. At the end stood the organ mentioned by La Roche; before it was a curtain, which his daughter drew aside, and placing herself on a seat within, and drawing the curtain close, so as to save her the awkwardness of an exhibition, began a voluntary, solemn and beautiful in the highest degree.
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1. The Philosopher was no musician, but he was not altogether insensible to music; this fastened on his mind more strongly, from its beauty being unexpected. The solemn prelude introduced a hymn, in which such of the audience as could sing immediately joined; the words were mostly taken from holy writ; it spoke the praises of God, and his care of good men. Something was said of the death of the just, of such as die in the Lord.- -The organ was touched with a hand less firm;-it paused, it ceased; and the sobbing of Miss La Roche was heard in its stead.
2. Her father gave a sign for stopping the psalmody, and rose to pray. He was discomposed at first, and his voice faltered as he spoke; but his heart was in his words, and his warmth overcame his embarrassment. He addressed a Being whom he loved, and he spoke for those he loved. His parishioners catched the ardour of the good old man; even the Philosopher felt himself moved, and forgot, for a moment, to think why he should not.
3. La Roche's religion was that of sentiment, not theory, and his guest was averse to disputation; their discourse, therefore, did not lead to questions concerning the belief of either; yet would the old man sometimes speak of his, from the fulness of a heart impressed with its force, and wishing to spread the pleasure he enjoyed in it.
4. The ideas of his God, and his Saviour, were so congenial to his mind, that every emotion of it naturally awaked them. A philosopher might have called him an enthusiast; but, if he possessed the fervour of enthusiasts, he was guiltless of their bigotry. "Our Father which art in heaven!" might the good man say-for he felt it—and all mankind were his brethren.
5. "You regret, my friend," said he to the Philosopher, "when my daughter and I talk of the exquisite pleasure derived from music, you regret your want of musical powers and musical feelings; it is a department of soul, you say, which nature has almost denied you, which, from the effects you see it have on others, you are sure must be highly delightful. Why should not the same thing be said of religion? Trust me, I feel it in the same way, an energy, an inspiration, which I would not lose for all the blessings of sense, or