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

her silent breast, and, fleeingmen, repose for happiness or consolation for sorrow!

For the happy, solitude provides the htful festival, as it

allows one in the nation 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 -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 torht and spoke the curious Roarden for 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 ed their first vows and

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