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with some of his friends in June, 1674, suddenly dived under the sea and rose no more. His friends thought him drowned; they were plebeians and pious Catholics; but a philosopher might very legitimately have drawn the same conclusion. The Reverend Mr. Larynx

Nothing could be more logical.

Mr. Asterias

Five years afterwards, some fishermen near Cadiz found in their nets a triton, or sea man; they spoke to him in several languages⁠—

The Reverend Mr. Larynx

They were very learned fishermen.

Mr. Hilary

They had the gift of tongues by especial favour of their brother fisherman, Saint Peter.

The Honourable Mr. Listless

Is Saint Peter the tutelar saint of Cadiz?

None of the company could answer this question, and Mr. Asterias proceeded. Mr. Asterias

They spoke to him in several languages, but he was as mute as a fish. They handed him over to some holy friars, who exorcised him; but the devil was mute too. After some days he pronounced the name Lierganes. A monk took him to that village. His mother and brothers recognised and embraced him; but he was as insensible to their caresses as any other fish would have been. He had some scales on his body, which dropped off by degrees; but his skin was as hard and rough as shagreen. He stayed at home nine years, without recovering his speech or his reason: he then disappeared again; and one of his old acquaintance, some years after, saw him pop his head out of the water near the coast of the Asturias. These facts were certified by his brothers, and by Don Gaspardo de la Riba Aguero, Knight of Saint James, who lived near Lierganes, and often had the pleasure of our triton’s company to dinner.⁠—Pliny mentions an embassy of the Olyssiponians to Tiberius, to give him intelligence of a triton which had been heard playing on its shell in a certain cave; with several other authenticated facts on the subject of tritons and nereids.

The Honourable Mr. Listless

You astonish me. I have been much on the seashore, in the season, but I do not think I ever saw a mermaid. He rang, and summoned Fatout, who made his appearance half-seas-over. Fatout! did I ever see a mermaid?

Fatout

Mermaid! mer-r-m-m-aid! Ah! merry maid! Oui, monsieur! Yes, sir, very many. I vish dere vas von or two here in de kitchen⁠—ma foi! Dey be all as melancholic as so many tombstone.

The Honourable Mr. Listless

I mean, Fatout, an odd kind of human fish.

Fatout

De odd fish! Ah, oui! I understand de phrase: ve have seen nothing else since ve left town⁠—ma foi!

The Honourable Mr. Listless

You seem to have a cup too much, sir.

Fatout

Non, monsieur: de cup too little. De fen be very unwholesome, and I drink-a-de ponch vid Raven de butler, to keep out de bad air.

The Honourable Mr. Listless

Fatout! I insist on your being sober.

Fatout

Oui, monsieur; I vil be as sober as de révérendissime père Jean. I should be ver glad of de merry maid; but de butler be de odd fish, and he swim in de bowl de ponch. Ah! ah! I do recollect de leetle-a song:⁠—“About fair maids, and about fair maids, and about my merry maids all.” Fatout reeled out, singing.

The Honourable Mr. Listless

I am overwhelmed: I never saw the rascal in such a condition before. But will you allow me, Mr. Asterias, to inquire into the cui bono of all the pains and expense you have incurred to discover a mermaid? The cui bono, sir, is the question I always take the liberty to ask when I see anyone taking much trouble for any object. I am myself a sort of Signor Pococurante, and should like to know if there be anything better or pleasanter, than the state of existing and doing nothing?

Mr. Asterias

I have made many voyages, Mr. Listless, to remote and barren shores: I have travelled over desert and inhospitable lands: I have defied danger⁠—I have endured fatigue⁠—I have submitted to privation. In the midst of these I have experienced pleasures which I would not at any time have exchanged for that of existing and doing nothing. I have known many evils, but I have never known the worst of all, which, as it seems to me, are those which are comprehended in the inexhaustible varieties of ennui: spleen, chagrin, vapours, blue devils, time-killing, discontent, misanthropy, and all their interminable train of fretfulness, querulousness, suspicions, jealousies, and fears, which have alike infected society, and the literature of society; and which would make an arctic ocean of the human mind, if the more humane pursuits of philosophy and science did not keep alive the better feelings and more valuable energies of our nature.

The Honourable Mr. Listless

You are pleased to be severe upon our fashionable belles lettres.

Mr. Asterias

Surely not without reason, when pirates, highwaymen, and other varieties of the extensive genus Marauder, are the only beau idéal of the active, as splenetic and railing misanthropy is of the speculative energy. A gloomy brow and a tragical voice seem to have been of late the characteristics of fashionable manners: and a morbid, withering, deadly, antisocial sirocco, loaded with moral and political despair, breathes through all the groves and valleys of the modern Parnassus; while science moves on in the calm dignity of its course, affording to youth delights equally pure and vivid⁠—to maturity, calm and grateful occupation⁠—to old age, the most pleasing recollections and inexhaustible materials of agreeable and salutary reflection; and, while its votary enjoys the disinterested pleasure of enlarging the intellect and increasing the comforts of society, he is himself independent of the caprices of human intercourse and the accidents of human fortune. Nature is his great and inexhaustible treasure. His days are always too short for his enjoyment: ennui is a stranger to his door. At peace with the world and with his own mind, he suffices to himself, makes all around him happy, and the close

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