Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia

Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia

Samuel Johnson

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Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow, attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.

Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia Chapter I Description of a Palace in a Valley

Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow, attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.

Rasselas was the fourth son of the mighty Emperor in whose dominions the father of waters begins his course - whose bounty pours down the streams of plenty, and scatters over the world the harvests of Egypt.

According to the custom which has descended from age to age among the monarchs of the torrid zone, Rasselas was confined in a private palace, with the other sons and daughters of Abyssinian royalty, till the order of succession should call him to the throne.

The place which the wisdom or policy of antiquity had destined for the residence of the Abyssinian princes was a spacious valley in the kingdom of Amhara, surrounded on every side by mountains, of which the summits overhang the middle part. The only passage by which it could be entered was a cavern that passed under a rock, of which it had long been disputed whether it was the work of nature or of human industry. The outlet of the cavern was concealed by a thick wood, and the mouth which opened into the valley was closed with gates of iron, forged by the artificers of ancient days, so massive that no man, without the help of engines, could open or shut them.

From the mountains on every side rivulets descended that filled all the valley with verdure and fertility, and formed a lake in the middle, inhabited by fish of every species, and frequented by every fowl whom nature has taught to dip the wing in water. This lake discharged its superfluities by a stream, which entered a dark cleft of the mountain on the northern side, and fell with dreadful noise from precipice to precipice till it was heard no more.

The sides of the mountains were covered with trees, the banks of the brooks were diversified with flowers; every blast shook spices from the rocks, and every month dropped fruits upon the ground. All animals that bite the grass or browse the shrubs, whether wild or tame, wandered in this extensive circuit, secured from beasts of prey by the mountains which confined them. On one part were flocks and herds feeding in the pastures, on another all the beasts of chase frisking in the lawns, the sprightly kid was bounding on the rocks, the subtle monkey frolicking in the trees, and the solemn elephant reposing in the shade. All the diversities of the world were brought together, the blessings of nature were collected, and its evils extracted and excluded.

The valley, wide and fruitful, supplied its inhabitants with all the necessaries of life, and all delights and superfluities were added at the annual visit which the Emperor paid his children, when the iron gate was opened to the sound of music, and during eight days every one that resided in the valley was required to propose whatever might contribute to make seclusion pleasant, to fill up the vacancies of attention, and lessen the tediousness of time. Every desire was immediately granted. All the artificers of pleasure were called to gladden the festivity; the musicians exerted the power of harmony, and the dancers showed their activity before the princes, in hopes that they should pass their lives in blissful captivity, to which those only were admitted whose performance was thought able to add novelty to luxury. Such was the appearance of security and delight which this retirement afforded, that they to whom it was new always desired that it might be perpetual; and as those on whom the iron gate had once closed were never suffered to return, the effect of longer experience could not be known. Thus every year produced new scenes of delight, and new competitors for imprisonment.

The palace stood on an eminence, raised about thirty paces above the surface of the lake. It was divided into many squares or courts, built with greater or less magnificence according to the rank of those for whom they were designed. The roofs were turned into arches of massive stone, joined by a cement that grew harder by time, and the building stood from century to century, deriding the solstitial rains and equinoctial hurricanes, without need of reparation.

This house, which was so large as to be fully known to none but some ancient officers, who successively inherited the secrets of the place, was built as if Suspicion herself had dictated the plan. To every room there was an open and secret passage; every square had a communication with the rest, either from the upper storeys by private galleries, or by subterraneous passages from the lower apartments. Many of the columns had unsuspected cavities, in which a long race of monarchs had deposited their treasures. They then closed up the opening with marble, which was never to be removed but in the utmost exigences of the kingdom, and recorded their accumulations in a book, which was itself concealed in a tower, not entered but by the Emperor, attended by the prince who stood next in succession.

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“Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow, attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.”
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Chapter I Description of a Palace in a Valley

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Chapter II The Discontent of Rasselas in the Happy Valley

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Chapter III The Wants of Him that Wants Nothing

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Chapter IV The Prince Continues to Grieve and Muse

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Chapter V The Prince Meditates His Escape

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Chapter VI A Dissertation on the Art of Flying

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Chapter VII The Prince Finds a Man of Learning

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Chapter VIII The History of Imlac

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Chapter IX The History of Imlac (continued)

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Chapter X Imlac's History (continued) - A Dissertation Upon Poetry

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Chapter XI Imlac's Narrative (continued) - A Hint of Pilgrimage

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Chapter XII The Story of Imlac (continued)

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Chapter XIII Rasselas Discovers the Means of Escape

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Chapter XIV Rasselas and Imlac Receive an Unexpected Visit

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Chapter XV The Prince and Princess Leave the Valley, and See Many Wonders

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Chapter XVI They Enter Cairo, and Find Every Man Happy

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Chapter XVII The Prince Associates with Young Men of Spirit and Gaiety

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Chapter XVIII The Prince Finds a Wise and Happy Man

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Chapter XIX A Glimpse of Pastoral Life

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Chapter XX The Danger of Prosperity

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Chapter XXI The Happiness of Solitude - The Hermit's History

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Chapter XXII The Happiness of a Life Led According to Nature

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Chapter XXIII The Prince and His Sister Divide Between Them the Work of Observation

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Chapter XXIV The Prince Examines the Happiness of High Stations

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Chapter XXV The Princess Pursues Her Inquiry with More Diligence than Success

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Chapter XXVI The Princess Continues Her Remarks Upon Private Life

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Chapter XXVII Disquisition Upon Greatness

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Chapter XXVIII Rasselas and Nekayah Continue Their Conversation

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Chapter XXIX The Debate on Marriage (continued)

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Chapter XXX Imlac Enters, and Changes the Conversation

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Chapter XXXI They Visit the Pyramids

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Chapter XXXII They Enter the Pyramid

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Chapter XXXIII The Princess Meets with an Unexpected Misfortune

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Chapter XXXIV They Return to Cairo Without Pekuah

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Chapter XXXV The Princess Languishes for Want of Pekuah

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Chapter XXXVI Pekuah is Still Remembered. The Progress of Sorrow

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Chapter XXXVII The Princess Hears News of Pekuah

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Chapter XXXVIII The Adventures of the Lady Pekuah

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Chapter XXXIX The Adventures of Pekuah (continued)

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The History of a Man of Learning

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