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The Daughter of an Empress

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One must be very happy or very unhappy to love Solitude, to lean upon

her silent breast, and, fleeing mankind, to seek in its arms what is so

seldom found among men, repose for happiness or consolation for sorrow!

For the happy, solitude provides the most delightful festival, as it

allows one in the most enjoyable resignation to repose in himself, to

breathe out himself, to participate in himself! But it also provides

a festival for the unhappy--a festival of the memory, of living in the

past, of reflection upon those long-since vanished joys, the loss of

which has caused the sorrow! For the children of the world, for the

striving, for the seeker of inordinate enjoyments, for the ambitious,

for the sensual, solitude is but ill-adapted--only for the happy, for

the sorrow-laden, and also for the innocent, who yet know nothing of the

world, of neither its pleasures nor torments, of neither its loves nor

hatreds!

So thought and spoke the curious Romans when passing the high walls

surrounding the beautiful garden formerly belonging to the Count

Appiani. At an earlier period this garden had been well known to all

of them, as it had been a sort of public promenade, and under its

shady walks had many a tender couple exchanged their first vows and

experienced the rapture of the first kiss of love. But for the four last

years all this had been changed; a rich stranger had come and offered to

the impoverished old Count Appiani a large sum for this garden with its

decaying villa, and the count had, notwithstanding the murmurs of the

Romans, sold his last possession to the stranger. He had said to the

grumbling Romans: "You are dissatisfied that I part with my garden for

money. You were pleased to linger in the shady avenues, to listen to

these murmuring fountains and rustling cypresses; you have walked here,

you have here laughed and enjoyed yourselves, while I, sitting in my

dilapidated villa, have suffered deprivation and hunger. I will make you

a proposition. Collect this sum, you Romans, which this stranger offers

me; ye who love to promenade in my garden, unite yourselves in a common

work. Let each one give what he can, until the necessary amount is

collected, then the garden will be your common property, where you can

walk as much as you please, and I shall be happy to be relieved from

poverty by my own countrymen, and not compelled to sell to a stranger

the garden so agreeable to the Romans!"

But the good Romans had no answer to make to Count Appiani. They,

indeed, would have the enjoyment, but it must cost them nothing--in vain

had they very much loved this garden, had taken great pleasure under its

shady trees; but when it became necessary to pay for these pleasures,

they found that they were not worth the cost, that they could very well

dispense with them.

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