26 Account of O Feliz Independente 3 a Portuguéze 
throne of his felicity, against those men, 
those elements, and those abysses, which 
menaced his annihilation: astonished by 
such heroism, and maturing in my own 
mind what I had read, thus I reasoned 
with myself” 
He then moralises, and shews, that 
the greatest of heroes was Jos; that the 
Alexanders, and the Scipios, and the 
Themistocles, and all those Roman Em- 
perors, whose names resounded through 
the universe, for the end of their labours, 
found that they only made men unhappy, 
-and.taught them to become wolves and 
tygers. The Prince of Poland copied 
the Prince of Uz, and Uladislaus was the 
imitator of the sublime Job. The book 
of Job became his infinite treasure ; and 
for all his sorrows, when he opened that 
volume, he found a remedy._ As he 
read and meditated, the source of per- 
fect happiness was discovered : his mind 
was subdued and changed, and his heart 
felt the influence of his God. All the 
prejudices and the errors of the world — 
were dissipated ; it took a veil from his 
eyes, a cloud from his heart, and a 
weight from hisbosom. From that mo- 
ment his black melancholy left him; his 
step was vigorous, his mind exhilarated, 
and he was happy. He slept the bet- 
ter that night. Every day convinced him, 
that he had acquired wisdom, or true 
philosophy. He attained to the noblest 
heroism, while his soul sighed after com- 
plete happiness—the triumph over Fate. 
From this moment he ceased to be de- 
pendent on man, on fortune, on the 
whole world ! 
He had thrown his notions imto the 
form of distiches, with which he was ac- 
customed tocheer himself at his labours. 
Such as these— ; 
Se de Deus he que nasce qualquer hemy 
A Alegria que busco, donde vem? ; 
Nao esta longe de mim, nao vem de fora; 
Vem do meu coracao 5: onde Deus mora. 
Dentro em mim tenho a Deos, e tenho a 
grata 
Tenho a Lei. 
grata? 
@uem quizer ter a gra felicidade 
Use bem do juiszo, e da vontade. 
If every good is derived from God, whence 
comes the joy I seck ? 
Que me faz qualquer des- 
It is not distant from me, it does not come. 
from without; it is in my heart, where 
God is. : 
Within me is God, and there I hold his 
grace and his law. What is misfortune then 
to me? . 
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ment and his will. ‘=e 
The Count and his sister, however, 
do not readily believe, that man pos- 
sesses the fountain of happiness 14 inim- 
self; rather man seems only to have that 
of sorrow. This of course admits of 
long and perpetual discussions. The 
hermit Misseno ceclares this happiness 
is a science to be acquired by gradual 
initiations ; as the soldier in the army is 
hardened by exercise, and becomes at 
length insensible to the fatigues of war. 
He is opposed by. Ibrahim, a Mahome- 
tan, who is inspired by Error, and who 
details all the miseries of life, in oppose 
tion to the boasted happiness of the 
imitator of Job. — . 
I shall conclude with offering a speci- 
men of its numerous discussions. 
The Princess, her brother, and their 
friend Polidoro, describe the Seasons. 
The Princess is charmed by the variety 
of nature’s scenery, displayed on her 
theatre, the Earth. She extols the. 
Spring for the delicacy of its tender fo- 
liage ; the pleasure of its budding shapes ; 
the vividness of its hues; and all its slen- 
der forms, and lights and shades blend- 
ing into one beautiful picture; every — 
thing arranged with so much sweetness 
and grace. 
Polidoro paints a Portuguese Summer, 
To the Spring-he prefers the Summer, 
which at once recreates the eye, the 
smell, and the taste. To view the blush- 
ing cherries, which, as they are the first, 
fruit which appear, they look bashful, 
while they conceal themselves among the. 
green leaves. To look on the beauty of 
the peaches; the pomegranates full of 
spotted grains; pears of lovely:colours ; 
oranges of a golden hue; water-melons 
of a .bright carmine; balsamic melons, 
and all the apples of nectar, rise from _ 
the unlaboured earth, and hang over the 
insipid water, while even the hard trunk 
is covered with delightful ornaments. 
“‘T would prefer Autumn,” replied the 
Princess, ‘ The abundant harvests are 
the reward, and the incentive, of the care- 
ful labourer ; these form the soul of the 
economy of the people; the strength of 
the nation; the consolation of the poor; 
and the real, but secret source, of the 
civil machinery of the world. When I 
behold the Autumn, all is matured, and 
all decays, andI find the reflection use- 
ful. This season, more than any other, 
touches the soul, moved at the changeful . 
wonders 
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