casting my eyes on the busts of Shakespeare and Milton, which, cast
in plaster, adorn my retirement, half imploring them to assist in so
important an enterprise, when the door opened, and who should enter
but my dear friend, the Rev. Increase Grace? But here let me remark
parenthetically, the habit of dealing in parentheses being one I
especially dislike, only necessity compelling me thereto, and before I
proceed further, that the word "confugium," which, both on account of
its terse expressiveness, as well as its _curiosa felicitas_ in the
present application, I have chosen in order to define my den, has not,
I hope, escaped the notice of the discriminating scholar. Moreover,
I trust that I shall not incur the imputation of vanity if I take to
myself some little credit for the selection. It will be observed that
it is a compound term, the latter part, "fugium" (from fuga, flight),
characterizing the purpose to which my secluded nook is applied as
a refuge, whither I fly from the unmeaning noise and vanity of the
world; and the prefix, "con" (equivalent to cum, with), conveying
the idea of its social designation. For I should be loth to have it
thought that, like Charles Lamb's rat, who, by good luck, happening to
find a Cheshire cheese, kept the discovery a profound secret from
the rest of the rats, in order to monopolize the delicious dainty,
pretending all the while that his long and frequent absences at a
certain hole were purely for purposes of heavenly contemplation, his
mind having of late become seriously impressed, and, therefore, he
could not bear interruption, I am in the habit of ensconcing myself
with a selfish exclusion therein. Far from it: the door is never
barred against admission, and my confugium rather means (though the
dictionaries with their usual vagueness so much to be lamented, have
not succeeded in eviscerating its full signification) a common place
of retirement for myself and intimate friends. Hence it was not as an
intrusion, but, on the contrary, as an acceptable call, that I greeted