HIS FRIENDSHIP FOR BONSTETTEN[41]

Never did I feel, my dear Bonstetten, to what a tedious length the few

short moments of our life may be extended by impatience and

expectation, till you had left me; nor ever knew before with so strong

a conviction how much this frail body sympathizes with the inquietude

of the mind. I am grown old in the compass of less than three weeks,

like the Sultan in the Turkish tales, that did but plunge his head

into a vessel of water and take it out again, as the standers by

affirmed, at the command of a Dervish, and found he had passed many

years in captivity, and begot a large family of children.

The strength and spirits that now enable me to write to you, are only

owing to your last letter a temporary gleam of sunshine. Heaven knows

when it may shine again! I did not conceive till now, I own, what it

was to lose you, nor felt the solitude and insipidity of my own

condition before I possest the happiness of your friendship. I must

cite another Greek writer to you, because it is much to my purpose; he

is describing the character of a genius truly inclined to philosophy.

"It includes," he says, "qualifications rarely united in one single

mind, quickness of apprehension and a retentive memory, vivacity and

application, gentleness and magnanimity"; to these he adds an

invincible love of truth, and consequently of probity and justice.

"Such a soul," continues he, "will be little inclined to sensual

pleasures, and consequently temperate; a stranger to illiberality and

avarice; being accustomed to the most extensive views of things, and

sublimest contemplations, it will contract an habitual greatness, will

look down with a kind of disregard on human life and on death;

consequently, will possess the truest fortitude. Such," says he, "is

the mind born to govern the rest of mankind."

But these very endowments, so necessary to a soul formed for

philosophy, are often its ruin, especially when joined to the external

advantages of wealth, nobility, strength, and beauty; that is, if it

light on a bad soil, and want its proper nurture, which nothing but an

excellent education can bestow. In this case he is depraved by the

public example, the assemblies of the people, the courts of justice,

the theaters, that inspire it with false opinions, terrify it with

false infamy, or elevate it with false applause; and remember, that

extraordinary vices and extraordinary virtues are equally the produce

of a vigorous mind: little souls are alike incapable of the one and

the other.

If you have ever met with the portrait sketched out by Plato, you will

know it again: for my part, to my sorrow I have had that happiness. I

see the principal features, and I foresee the dangers with a trembling

anxiety. But enough of this, I return to your letter. It proves at

least, that in the midst of your new gaieties I still hold some place

in your memory, and, what pleases me above all, it had an air of

undissembled sincerity. Go on, my best and amiable friend, to shew me

your heart simply and without the shadow of disguise, and leave me to

weep over it, as I now do, no matter whether from joy or sorrow.

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