At Geneva,
where nothing was exacted, I loved reading, which was, indeed, my
principal amusement; but, at Bossey, where application was expected, I
was fond of play as a relaxation. The country was so new, so
charming in my idea, that it seemed impossible to find satiety in
its enjoyments, and I conceived a passion for rural life, which time
has not been able to extinguish; nor have I ever ceased to regret
the pure and tranquil pleasures I enjoyed at this place in my
childhood; the remembrance having followed me through every age,
even to that in which I am hastening again towards it.
M. Lambercier was a worthy, sensible man, who, without neglecting
our instruction, never made our acquisitions burthensome, or tasks
tedious. What convinces me of the rectitude of his method is, that
notwithstanding my extreme aversion to restraint, the recollection
of my studies is never attended with disgust; and, if my improvement
was trivial, it was obtained with ease, and has never escaped memory.
The simplicity of this rural life was of infinite advantage in
opening my heart to the reception of true friendship. The sentiments I
had hitherto formed on this subject were extremely elevated, but
altogether imaginary. The habit of living in this peaceful manner soon
united me tenderly to my cousin Bernard; my affection was more
ardent than that I had felt for my brother, nor has time ever been
able to efface it. He was a tall, lank, weakly boy, with a mind as
mild as his body was feeble, and who did not wrong the good opinion
they were disposed to entertain for the son of my guardian.
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