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<title>The Spectator 164</title>
<header>
  <number>no. 164</number>
  <date>1711-09-07</date>
  <author>Joseph Addison</author>
  <quotation>Illa; Quis et me, inquit, miseram, et te perdidit, Orpheu?</quotation>
  <quotation>Jamque vale: feror ingenti circumdata nocte,</quotation>
  <quotation>Invalidasque tibi tendens, heu! non tua, palmas.-Virg.</quotation>
  <translation>Virg. iv. Georg. 494.</translation>
  <translation>Then thus the bride: What fury seized on thee,</translation>
  <translation>Unhappy man! to lose thyself and me?</translation>
  <translation>And now farewell! involved in shades of night,</translation>
  <translation>For ever I am ravish'd from thy sight:</translation>
  <translation>In vain I reach my feeble hands to join</translation>
  <translation>In sweet embraces, ah! no longer thine. --Dryden</translation>
  </header>
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  <paragraph>CONSTANTIA was a Woman of extraordinary Wit and
Beauty, but very unhappy in a Father, who having arrived at great
Riches by his own Industry, took delight in nothing but his Money.
<italic>Theodosius</italic> was the younger Son of a decayed Family of great Parts
and Learning, improved by a genteel and vertuous Education. When he
was in the twentieth year of his Age he became acquainted with
<italic>Constantia,</italic> who had then passed her fifteenth. As he lived but a
few Miles Distance from her Father's House, he had frequent
opportunities of seeing her; and by the Advantages of a good Person
and a pleasing Conversation, made such an Impression in her Heart
as it was impossible for time to [efface<footnote name="(1)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote164.xml"></footnote>]: He was himself no
less smitten with <italic>Constantia</italic>. A long Acquaintance made them still
discover new Beauties in each other, and by Degrees that mutual
Passion which had an Influence on their following Lives. It
unfortunately happened; that in the midst of this intercourse of
Love and Friendship between <italic>Theodosius</italic> and <italic>Constantia</italic>, there broke
out an irreparable Quarrel between their Parents, the one valuing
himself too much upon his Birth, and the other upon his
Possessions. The Father of <italic>Constantia</italic> was so incensed at the Father
of <italic>Theodosius</italic>, that he contracted an unreasonable Aversion towards
his Son, insomuch that he forbad him his House, and charged his
Daughter upon her Duty never to see him more. In the mean time to
break off all Communication between the two lovers, who he knew
entertained secret Hopes of some favourable Opportunity that should
bring them together he found out a young Gentleman of a good
Fortune and an agreeable Person, whom he pitched upon as a Husband
for his Daughter. He soon concerted this Affair so well, that he
told <italic>Constantia</italic> it was his Design to marry her to such a Gentleman,
and that her Wedding should be celebrated on such a Day.
<italic>Constantia</italic>, who was over-awed with the Authority of her Father, and
unable to object anything against so advantageous a Match, received
the Proposal with a profound Silence, which her Father commended in
her, as the most decent manner of a Virgin's giving her Consent to
an Overture of that Kind: The Noise of this intended Marriage soon
reached <italic>Theodosius</italic>, who, after a long Tumult of Passions which
naturally rise in a Lover's Heart on such an Occasion, writ the
following letter to <italic>Constantia</italic>.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Thought of my <italic>Constantia</italic>, which
for some years has been my only Happiness, is now become a greater
Torment to me than I am able to bear. Must I then live to see you
another's? The Streams, the Fields and Meadows, where we have so
often talked together, grow painful to me; Life it self is become a
Burden. May you long be happy in the World, but forget that there
was ever such a Man in it as</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>THEODOSIUS</italic>.</paragraph>
<paragraph>This Letter was conveyed
to <italic>Constantia</italic> that very Evening, who fainted at the Reading of it;
and the next Morning she was much more alarmed by two or three
Messengers, that came to her Father's House one after another to
inquire if they had heard any thing of <italic>Theodosius</italic>, who it seems had
left his Chamber about Midnight, and could nowhere be found. The
deep Melancholy, which had hung upon his Mind some Time before,
made them apprehend the worst that could befall him. <italic>Constantia</italic>,
who knew that nothing but the Report of her Marriage could have
driven him to such Extremities, was not to be comforted: She now
accused her self for having so tamely given an Ear to the Proposal
of a Husband, and looked upon the new Lover as the Murderer of
Thedosius: In short, she resolved to suffer the utmost Effects of
her Father's Displeasure, rather than comply with a Marriage which
appeared to her so full of Guilt and Horror. The Father seeing
himself entirely rid of <italic>Theodosius</italic>, and likely to keep a
considerable Portion in his Family, was not very much concerned at
the obstinate Refusal of his Daughter; and did not find it very
difficult to excuse himself upon that Account to his intended
Son-in-law, who had all along regarded this Alliance rather as a
Marriage of Convenience than of Love. <italic>Constantia</italic> had now no Relief
but in her Devotions and Exercises of Religion, to which her
Afflictions had so entirely subjected her Mind, that after some
Years had abated the Violence of her Sorrows, and settled her
Thoughts in a kind of Tranquillity, she resolved to pass the
Remainder of her Days in a Convent. Her Father was not displeased
with [a<footnote name="(2)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote164.xml"></footnote>] Resolution,
[which<footnote name="(3)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote164.xml"></footnote>] would save Money in his
Family, and readily complied with his Daughter's Intentions.
Accordingly in the Twenty-fifth Year of her Age, while her Beauty
was yet in all its Height and Bloom, he carried her to a
neighbouring City, in order to look out a Sisterhood of Nuns among
whom to place his Daughter. There was in this Place a Father of a
Convent who was very much renowned for his Piety and exemplary
Life; and as it is usual in the <italic>Romish</italic> Church for those who are
under any great Affliction, or Trouble of Mind, to apply themselves
to the most eminent Confessors for Pardon and Consolation, our
beautiful Votary took the Opportunity of confessing herself to this
celebrated Father.</paragraph>
<paragraph>We must now return to <italic>Theodosius</italic>, who, the very
Morning that the above-mentioned Inquiries had been made after him,
arrived at a religious House in the City, where now <italic>Constantia</italic>
resided; and desiring that Secresy and Concealment of the Fathers
of the Convent, which is very usual upon any extraordinary
Occasion, he made himself one of the Order, with a private Vow
never to enquire after <italic>Constantia</italic>, whom he looked upon as given
away to his Rival upon the Day on which, according to common Fame,
their Marriage was to have been solemnized. Having in his Youth
made a good Progress in Learning, that he might dedicate [himself
<footnote name="(4)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote164.xml"></footnote>] more entirely to Religion, he entered into holy Orders, and in
a few Years became renowned for his Sanctity of Life, and those
pious Sentiments which he inspired into all [who<footnote name="(5)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote164.xml"></footnote>] conversed with
him. It was this holy Man to whom <italic>Constantia</italic> had determined to
apply her self in Confession, tho' neither she nor any other
besides the Prior of the Convent, knew any thing of his Name or
Family. The gay, the amiable <italic>Theodosius</italic> had now taken upon him the
Name of Father <italic>Francis</italic>, and was so far concealed in a long Beard, a
[shaven<footnote name="(6)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote164.xml"></footnote>] Head, and a religious Habit, that it was impossible
to discover the Man of the World in the venerable Conventual.</paragraph>
<paragraph>As he was one Morning shut up in his Confessional, <italic>Constantia</italic> kneeling by
him opened the State of her Soul to him; and after having given him
the History of a Life full of Innocence, she burst out in Tears,
and entred upon that Part of her Story in which he himself had so
great a Share. My Behaviour, says she, has I fear been the Death of
a Man who had no other Fault but that of loving me too much. Heaven
only knows of how dear he was to me whilst he liv'd, and how bitter
the Remembrance of him has been to me since his Death. She here
paused, and lifted up her Eyes that streamed with Tears towards the
Father; who was so moved with the Sense of her Sorrows, that he
could only command his Voice, which was broke with Sighs and
Sobbings, so far as to bid her proceed. She followed his
Directions, and in a Flood of Tears poured out her Heart before
him. The Father could not forbear weeping aloud, insomuch that in
the Agonies of his Grief the Seat shook under him. <italic>Constantia</italic>, who
thought the good Man was thus moved by his Compassion towards her,
and by the Horror of her Guilt, proceeded with the utmost
Contrition to acquaint him with that Vow of Virginity in which she
was going to engage herself, as the proper Atonement for her Sins,
and the only Sacrifice she could make to the Memory of <italic>Theodosius</italic>.
The Father, who by this time had pretty well composed himself,
burst out again in Tears upon hearing that Name to which he had
been so long disused, and upon receiving this Instance of an
unparallel'd Fidelity from one who he thought had several Years
since given herself up to the Possession of another. Amidst the
Interruptions of his Sorrow, seeing his Penitent overwhelmed with
Grief, he was only able to bid her from time to time be comforted
-- To tell her that her Sins were forgiven her -- That her Guilt
was not so great as she apprehended -- That she should not suffer
her self to be afflicted above Measure. After which he recovered
himself enough to give her the Absolution in Form; directing her at
the same time to repair to him again the next Day, that he might
encourage her in the pious Resolution[s] she had taken, and give
her suitable Exhortations for her Behaviour in It. <italic>Constantia</italic>
retired, and the next Morning renewed her Applications. <italic>Theodosius</italic>
having manned his Soul with proper Thoughts and Reflections exerted
himself on this Occasion in the best Manner he could to animate his
Penitent in the Course of Life she was entering upon, and wear out
of her Mind those groundless Fears and Apprehensions which had
taken Possession of it; concluding with a Promise to her, that he
would from time to time continue his Admonitions when she should
have taken upon her the holy Veil. The Rules of our respective
Orders, says he, will not permit that I should see you, but you may
assure your self not only of having a Place in my Prayers, but of
receiving such frequent Instructions as I can convey to you by
Letters. Go on chearfully in the glorious Course you have
undertaken, and you will quickly find such a Peace and Satisfaction
in your Mind, which it is not in the Power of the World to give.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Constantia's</italic> Heart was go elevated with the Discourse of Father
<italic>Francis</italic>, that the very next Day she entered upon her Vow. As soon
as the Solemnities of her Reception were over, she retired, as it
is usual, with the Abbess into her own Apartment.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Abbess had
been informed the Night before of all that had passed between her
Noviciate and Father <italic>Francis</italic>: From whom she now delivered to her
the following Letter.</paragraph>
<paragraph>As the First-fruits of those Joys and
Consolations which you may expect from the Life you are now engaged
in, I must acquaint you that <italic>Theodosius</italic>, whose Death sits so heavy
upon your Thoughts, is still alive; and that the Father, to whom
you have confessed your self, was once that <italic>Theodosius</italic> whom you so
much lament. The love which we have had for one another will make
Us more happy in its Disappointment than it could have done in its
Success. Providence has disposed of us for our Advantage, tho' not
according to our Wishes. Consider your <italic>Theodosius</italic> still as dead,
but assure your self of one who will not cease to pray for you in
Father</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>FRANCIS</italic>.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Constantia</italic> saw that the Hand-writing agreed with
the Contents of the Letter: and upon reflecting on the Voice of the
Person, the Behaviour, and above all the extreme Sorrow of the
Father during her Confession, she discovered <italic>Theodosius</italic> in every
Particular. After having wept with Tears of Joy, It is enough, says
she, <italic>Theodosius</italic> is still in Being: I shall live with Comfort and
die in Peace.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Letters which the Father sent her afterwards are
yet extant in the Nunnery where she resided; and are often read to
the young Religious, in order to inspire them with good Resolutions
and Sentiments of Virtue. It so happened, that after <italic>Constantia</italic> had
lived about ten Years in the Cloyster, a violent Feaver broke out
in the Place, which swept away great Multitudes, and among others
<italic>Theodosius</italic>. Upon his Deathbed he sent his Benediction in a very
moving Manner to <italic>Constantia</italic>, who at that time was herself so far
gone in the same fatal Distemper, that she lay delirious. Upon the
Interval which generally precedes Death in Sicknesses of this
Nature, the Abbess, finding that the Physicians had given her over,
told her that <italic>Theodosius</italic> was just gone before her, and that he had
sent her his Benediction in his last Moments, <italic>Constantia</italic> received
it with Pleasure: And now, says she, If I do not ask anything
improper, let me be buried by <italic>Theodosius</italic>. My Vow reaches no farther
than the Grave. What I ask is, I hope, no Violation of it.----She
died soon after, and was interred according to her Request.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Their Tombs are still to be seen, with a short Latin Inscription over
them to the following Purpose.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Here lie the Bodies of Father
<italic>Francis</italic> and Sister <italic>Constance</italic>. <italic>They were lovely in their Lives, and
in their Deaths they were not divided.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>C.</paragraph>
<paragraph>1. [deface]</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. [her]</paragraph>
<paragraph>3. [that]</paragraph>
<paragraph>4. [himself up]</paragraph>
<paragraph>5. [that]</paragraph>
<paragraph>6. [shaved]</paragraph>

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