bserved 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
the arrival of Increase. There must have been an unusual degree of
gravity in my countenance corresponding with the importance of the
work I was about to undertake, for the reverend gentleman had hardly
taken a seat before he observed it, and inquired into its cause. We
are upon that footing of intimacy, that there was no impropriety in
the question, and I unhesitatingly acquainted him with my purpose.

"I should as soon think," said the Rev. Increase, "of building a
verandah before a wood-house, or putting mahogany doors into my old
toppling down church."

The remark was not very complimentary, but great freedom of speech
prevails between us, and I took no offence; especially as I knew that
the Rev. gentleman was smarting under a disappointment in the sale
of a volume of sermons, whence he had expected great things, from
the publication of which I had vainly endeavored to dissuade him, and
whose meagre proceeds fully justified my forebodings. The mention of
my work naturally recalled this afflictive dispensation, and _hinc
illae lacrimae_. Reading his mind, I answered, therefore, as gently as
a slight tremor in my voice would allow, that there was no accounting
for tastes, and that as trifling a thing as