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The vast unseen! the future fathomless!

Has thy new post betray'd thee into pride? When the great soul buoys up to this high point, That treacherous pride betrays the dignity; Leaving gross Nature's sediments below,

That pride defames humanity, and calls Then, and then only, Adam's offspring quits The being mean, which staffs or strings can raise The sage and hero of the fields and woods, That pride, like hooded hawks, in darkness scars, Asserts his rank, and rises into man.

From blindness bold, and towering to the skies. This is ambition : this is human fire.

'T is born of ignorance, which knows not man; Can parts or place (two bold pretenders !) make An angel's second; nor his second, long. Lorenzo great, and pluck him from the throng? A Nero quitting his imperial throne,

Genius and art, ambition's boasted wings, And courting glory from the tinkling string, Our boast but ill deserve. A feeble aid!

But faintly shadows an immortal soul, Dedalian enginery! If these alone

With empire's self, to pride, or rapture, fir'd. Assist our flight, fame's flight is glory's fall. If nobler motives minister no cure, Heart-merit wanting, mount we ne'er so high, E'en vanity forbids thee to be vain. Our height is but the gibbet of our name.

High worth is elevated place : 't is more; A celebrated wretch, when I behold;

It makes the post stand candidate for thee; When I behold a genius bright, and base,

Makes more than monarchs, makes an honest mas, Of towering talents, and terrestrial aims;

Though no exchequer it commands, 't is wealth; Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere, And though it wears no ribband, 't is renown; The glorious fragments of a soul immortal, Renown, that would not quit thee, though disgrac'd With rubbish mix'd, and glittering in the dust. Nor leave thee pendant on a master's smile. Struck at the splendid, melancholy sight,

Other ambition Naturc interdicts; At once compassion soft, and envy, rise –

Nature proclaims it most absurd in man, But wherefore envy? Talents, angel-bright, By pointing at his origin, and end; If wanting worth, are shining instruments Milk, and a swathe, at first, his whole demand; In false ambition's hand, to finish faults

His whole domain, at last, a turf, or stone; Illustrious, and give infamy renown.

To whom, between, a world may seem too small. Great ill is an achierement of great powers Souls truly great dart forward on the wing Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray.

Of just ambition, to the grand result:
Reason the means, affections choose our end; The curtains fall : there, see the buskin'd chief
Means have no merit, if our end amiss.

Unshod behind this momentary scene;
If wrong our hearts, our heads are right in vain; Reduc'd to his own stature, low or high,
What is a Pelham's head, to Pelham's heart? As vice or virtue, sinks him, or sublimes;
Hearts are proprietors of all applause.

And laugh at this fantastic mummery,
Right ends, and means, make wisdom: worldly-wise This antic prelude of grotesque events,
Is but half-witted, at its highest praise.

Where dwarfs are often stilted, and betray Let genius then despair to make thee great ; A littleness of soul by worlds o'er-run, Nor flatter station What is station high?

And nations laid in blood. Dread sacrifice 'T is a proud mendicant; it boasts, and begs; To Christian pride! which had with hormour shock? It begs an alms of homage from the throng, The darkest Pagans offer'd to their gods. And oft the throng denies its charity.

O thou most Christian enemy to peace; Monarchs and ministers are aweful names ! Again in arms? Again provoking fate? Whoever wear them, challenge our devoir.

That prince, and that alone, is truly great, Religion, public order, both exact

Who draws the sword reluctant, gladly sheathes ; Erternal homage, and a supple knee,

On empire builds what empire far outweigts, To beings pompously set up, to serve

And makes his throne a scaffold to the skies. The meanest slave; all more is merit s due,

Why this so rare? Because forgot of all Her sacred and inviolable right,

The day of death; that venerable day, Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man.

Which sits as judge; that day, which shall proneum? Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth ; On all our days, absolve them, or condemn. Nor ever fail of their allegiance there.

Lorenzo, never shut thy thought against it; Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account, Be levees ne'er so full, afford it room, And vote the mantle into majesty.

And give it audience in the cabinet. Let the small savage boast his silver fur ;

That friend consulted, flatteries apart, His royal robe unborrow'd, and unbought, Will tell thee fair, if thou art great, or mean His own, descending fairly from his sires.

To dote on aught may leave us, or be left, Shall man be proud to wear his livery,

Is that ambition? Then let flames descend, And souls in ermin scorn a soul without?

Point to the centre their inverted spires, Can place or lessen us, or aggrandize ?

And learn humiliation from a soul, Pygmies are pygmies still, though perch'd on alps; / Which boasts her lineage from celestial fire. And pyramids are pyramids in vales.

Yet these are they the world pronounces wise; Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: The world which cancels Nature's right and we Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids :

And casts new wisdom: e'en the grave man lenda Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall. His solemn face, to countenance the coin. Of these sure truths dost thou demand the cause ? Wisdom for parts is madness for the whole. The cause is lodg'd in immortality.

This stamps the paradox, and gives us leave Hear, and assent. Thy bosom burns for power ; To call the wisest weak, the richest poor, What station charms thee? I'll instal thee there; The most ambitious, unambitious, mean; 'Tis thine. And art thou greater than before ?? In triumph, mean; and abject on a throne, Then thou before wast something less than man. Nothing can make it less than mad in man,

What was,

To put forth all his ardour, all his art,

Of his idea, whose indulgent thought And give his soul her full unbounded flight, Long, long, ere chaos teem'd, plann'd human bliss. But reaching him, who gave her wings to fly. What wealth in souls that soar, dive, range When blind ambition quite mistakes her road,

around, And downward pores, for that which shines above, Disdaining limit, or from place, or time; Substantial happiness, and true renown;

And hear at once, in thought extensive, hear Then, like an idiot gazing on the brook,

Th’ Almighty fiat, and the trumpet's sound ! We leap at stars, and fasten in the mud;

Bold, on creation's outside walk, and view At glory grasp, and sink in infamy.

and is, and more than e'er shall be ; Ambition ! powerful source of good and ill! Commanding, with omnipotence of thought, Thy strength in man, like length of wing in birds, Creations new in fancy's field to rise ! When disengag'd from Earth, with greater ease, Souls, that can grasp whate'er th' Almighty made, And swifter fight, transports us to the skies ; And wander wild through things impossible ! By toys entangled, or in gilt bemir'd,

What wealth, in faculties of endless growth, t turns a curse ; it is our chain, and scourge, In quenchless passions violent to crave, in this dark dungeon, where confin'd we lie, In liberty to choose, in power to reach, Close grated by the sordid bars of sense ;

And in duration (how thy riches rise !) All prospect of eternity shut out ;

Duration to perpetuate — boundless bliss ! Ind, but for execution, ne'er set free.

Ask you, what power resides in feeble man With errour in ambition justly charged,

That bliss to gain? Is virtue's, then, unknown? 'ind we Lorenzo wiser in his wealth ?

Virtue, our present peace, our future prize. Vhat if thy rental I reform ? and draw

Man's unprecarious, natural estate, In inventory new to set thee right?

Improveable at will, in virtue lies; Vhere thy true treasure? Gold says, “ Not in me;" Its tenure sure ; its income is divine. ind, “ Not in me,” the diamond. Gold is poor ; High-built abundance, heap on heap! for what? ndia's insolvent; seek it in thyself,

To breed new wants, and beggar us the more; eek in thy naked self, and find it there;

Then make a richer scramble for the throng? n being so descended, form'd, endow'd;

Soon as this feeble pulse, which leaps so long ky-born, sky-guided, sky-returning race ! Almost by miracle, is tir'd with play, Crect, immortal, rational, divine !

Like rubbish from disploding engines thrown, n senses which inherit Earth, and Heavens; Our magazines of hoarded trifles Ay; Enjoy the various riches Nature yields;

Fly diverse; fly to foreigners, to foes; ar nobler! give the riches they enjoy ;

New masters court, and call the former fool tive taste to fruits; and harmony to groves; (How justly !) for dependence on their stay. Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright fire; Wide scatter, first, our playthings; then, our dust. 'ake in, at once, the landscape of the world, Dost court abundance for the sake of peace? It a small inlet, which a grain might close, Learn, and lament thy self-defeated scheme : Ind half-create the wondrous world they see. Riches enable to be richer still; Jur senses, as our reason, are divine.

And, richer still, what mortal can resist? But for the magic organ's powerful charm, Thus wealth (a cruel task-master !) enjoins Carth were a rude, uncolour'd chaos, still.

New toils, succeeding toils, an endless train! Objects are but th' occasion; ours th' exploit ; And murders peace, which taught it first to shine. Durs is the cloth, the pencil, and the paint, The poor are half as wretched as the rich; Which Nature's adınirable picture draws;

Whose proud and painful privilege it is, Ind beautifies creation's ample dome.

At once, to bear a double load of woe; Like Milton's Eve, when gazing on the lake, To feel the stings of envy, and of want, Ian makes the matchless image, man admires. Outrageous want! both Indies cannot cure. lay, then, shall man, his thoughts all sent abroad, A competence is vital to content. superior wonders in himself forgot,

Much wealth is corpulence, if not disease ; Iis admiration waste on objects round,

Sick, or encumber'd, is our happiness. When Heaven makes him the soul of all he sees? A competence is all we can enjoy. Absurd ! not rare ! so great, so mean, is man. O be content, where Heaven can give no more! What wealth in senses such as these !' What wealth More, like a flash of water from a lock, in fancy, fir'd to form a fairer scene

Quickens our spirits' movement for an hour ; T'han sense surveys! In memory's firm record, But soon its force is spent, nor rise our joys Which, should it perish, could this world recall Above our native temper's common stream. From the dark shadows of o'erwhelming years ! Hence disappointment lurks in every prize, In colours fresh, originally bright,

As bees in flowers; and stings us with success. Preserve its portrait, and report its fate !

The rich man, who denies it, proudly feigns ; What wealth in intellect, that sovereign power, Nor knows the wise are privy to the lie. Which sense and fancy summons to the bar ; Much learning shows how little mortals know ; Interrogates, approves, or reprehends ;

Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy ; And from the mass those underlings import, At best, it babies us with endless toys, From their materials sifted, and refin'd,

And keeps us children till we drop to dust. And in truth's balance accurately weigh’d, As monkeys at a mirror stand amaz’d, Forms art, and science, government, and law ; They fail to find what they so plainly see ; The solid basis, and the beauteous frame,

Thus men, in shining riches, see the face The vitals, and the grace of civil life!

Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; And manners (sad exception !) set aside,

But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, Strikes out, with master hand, a copy fair

And wish, and wonder it is absent still.

How few can rescue opulence from want! Is swallow'd in Eternity's vast round.

Of Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ;

To that stupendous view when souls awake,

By Who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

So large of late, so mountainous to man, Poor is the man in debt; the man of gold, Time's toys subside; and equal all below.

0: In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.

Enthusiastic, this? Then all are weak, The man of reason smiles at her, and death. But rank enthusiasts. To this godlike height O what a patrimony this ! A being

Some souls have soar'd; or martyrs ne'er had bled Lin Of such inherent strength and majesty,

And all may do, what has by man been done. Not worlds possest can raise it ; worlds destroy'd Who, beaten by these sublunary storms, Can't injure ; which holds on its glorious course, Boundless, interminable joys can weighi

, 41 When thine, O Nature ! ends ; too blest to mourn Unraptur'd, unexalted, uninflam’d? Creation's obsequies. What treasure, this ! What slave unblest, who from to-morrow's dawn The monarch is a beggar to the man.

Expects an empire ? He forgets his chain, Immortal! Ages past, yet nothing gone! And, thron'd in thought, his absent sceptre wares Morn without eve! a race without a goal !

And what a sceptre waits us! what a throne! Unshorten'd by progression infinite !

Her own immense appointments to compute, Futurity for ever future! Life

Or comprehend her high prerogatives, Beginning still where computation ends!

In this her dark minority, how toils, 'T is the description of a Deity!

How vainly pants, the human soul divine! 'Tis the description of the meanest slave :

Too great the bounty seems for earthly joy; The meanest slave dares then Lorenzo scorn ? What heart but trembles at so strange a bliss? The meanest slave thy sovereign glory shares. In spite of all the truths the Muse has sung, Proud youth ! fastidious of the lower world! Ne'er to be priz'd enough! enough revolv'd! Man's lawful pride includes humility :

Are there who wrap the world so close about then, Stoops to the lowest; is too great to find

They see no further than the clouds; and dance Inferiors; all immortal ! brothers all !

On heedless Vanity's fantastic toe, Proprietors eternal of thy love.

Til, stumbling at a straw, in their career, song Immortal! What can strike the sense so strong, Headlong they plunge, where end both dance and in a As this the soul? It thunders to the thought; Are there, Lorenzo? Is it possible? Reason amazes ; gratitude o'erwhelms;

Are there on Earth (let me not call them men) No more tre slumber on the brink of fate; Who lodge a soul inimortal in their breasts ; Rous'd at the sound, th' exulting soul ascends, Unconscious as the mountain of its ore; And breathes her native air ; an air that feeds Or rock, of its inestimable gem? Ambitions high, and fans ethereal fires;

When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, they Quick kindles all that is divine within us;

Shall know their treasure ; treasure, ther, no murr. Nor leaves one loitering thought beneath the stars. Are there (still more amazing !) who resist

Has not Lorenzo's bosom caught the flame ? The rising thought? who smother, in its birth, Immortal! Were but one immortal, how The glorious truth? who struggle to be brutes ? Would others envy! How would thrones adore ! Who through this bosom-barrier burst their way, Because 't is common, is the blessing lost ? And, with revers’d ambition, strive to sink? How this ties up the bounteous hand of Heaven ! Who labour downwards through th' opposing power O vain, vain, vain, all else! Eternity!

Of instinct, reason, and the world against them, A glorious, and a needful refuge, that,

To dismal hopes, and shelter in the shock From vile imprisonment, in abject views.

Of endless night; night darker than the grave's? 'T is immortality, 't is that alone,

Who fight the proofs of immortality ? Amid life's pains, abasement, emptiness,

With horrid zeal, and execrable arts, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill.

Work all their engines, level their black fires, That only, and that amply, this performs;

To blot from man this attribute divine, Lifts us above life's pains, her joys above ;

(Than vital blood far dearer to the wise,) Their terrour those, and these their lustre lose; Blasphemers, and rank atheists to themscipes ? Eternity depending covers all ;

· To contradict them, see all Nature rise ! Eternity depending all achieves ;

What object, what event, the Moon beneath, Sets Earth at distance; casts her into shades ; But argues, or endears, an after-scene? Blends her distinctions; abrogates her powers ; To reason proves, or weds it to desire ? The low, the lofty, joyous, and severe,

All things proclaim it needful ; some advance Fortune's dread frowns, and fascinating smiles, One precious step beyond, and prove it sure. Make one promiscuous and neglected heap, A thousand arguments swarm round my pez. The man beneath ; if I may call him man, From Heaven, and Earth, and man. Indulge a few Whom immortality's full force inspires.

By Nature, as her common habit, worn; Nothing terrestrial touches his high thought ; So pressing Providence a truth to teach, Suns shine unseen, and thunders roll unheard, Which truth untaught, all other truths were rain. By minds quite conscious of their high descent, Thou ! whose all-providential eye surveys, Their present province, and their future prize; Whose hand directs, whose spirit fills and warms Divinely darting upward every wish,

Creation, and holds empire far beyond !
Warm on the wing, in glorious absence lost ! Eternity's inhabitant august!

Doubt you this truth? Why labours your belief? Of two eternities amazing Lord!
If Earth's whole orb by some due distanc'd eye One past, ere man's or angel's had begun;
Were seen at once, her towering Alps would sink, Aid! while I rescue from the foe's assault
And levellid Atlas leave an even sphere.

Thy glorious immortality in man:
Tius Earth, and all that earthly minds admire, A theme for ever, and for all, of woight,

of moment infinite ! but relish'd most

Renounce his reason, rather than renounce y those who love thee most, who most adore The dust belov'd, and run the risk of Heaven? Nature, thy daughter, ever-changing birth O what indignity to deathless souls ! If thee the great Immutable, to man

What treason to the majesty of man ! peaks wisdom : is his oracle supreme ;

Of man immortal! Hear the lofty style : nd he who most consults her, is most wise. “ If so decreed, thi’ Almighty will be done. orenzo, to this heavenly Delphos haste;

Let Earth dissolve, yon ponderous orbs descend, nd come back all-immortal ; al)-divine :

And grind us into dust. The soul is safe ; ook Nature through, 't is revolution all ; (night The man emerges ; mounts above the wreck, 11 change; no death. Day follows night, and As towering flame from Nature's funeral pyre; he dying day; stars rise, and set, and rise; O'er devastation, as a gainer, smiles; arth takes th' example. See, the Summer gay, His charter, his inviolable rights, lith her green chaplet, and ambrosial flowers, Well pleas'd to learn from thunder's impotence, troops into pallid Autumn: Winter gray, Death's pointless darts, and Hell's defeated storms." Corrid with frost, and turbulent with storm,

But these chimeras touch not thee, Lorenzo ! lows Autumn, and his golden fruits, away: The glories of the world thy sevenfold shield. hen melts into the Spring : soft Spring, with breath Other ambition than of crowns in air, avonian, from warm chambers of the south, And superlunary felicities, ecalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades; Thy bosom warm. I'll cool it, if I can; s in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend:

And turn those glories that enchant, against thee. mblems of man, who passes, not expires.

What ties thee to this life, proclaims the nert. With this minute distinction, emblems just, If wise, the cause that wounds thee is thy curc. 'ature revolves, but man advances ; both

Come, my ambitious! let us mount togethe ternal, that a circle, this a line.

(To mount, Lorenzo never can refuse); hat gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, And from the clouds, where pride delights to dwell, rdent, and tremulous, like flame, ascends, Look down on Earth. - What see'st thou? Wonal and humility her wings, to Heaven.

drous things ! he world of matter, with its various forms, Terrestrial wonders, that eclipse the skies. 11 dies into new life. Life born from death What lengths of labour'd lands ! what loaded seas! olls the vast mass, and shall for ever roll. Loaded by man for pleasure, wealth, or war! o single atom, once in being, lost,

Seas, winds, and planets, into service brought, 'ith change of counsel charges the Most High. His art acknowledge, and promote his ends. What hence infers Lorenzo ? Can it be?

Nor can th' eternal rocks his will withstand : Catter immortal ? And shall spirit die ?

What level'd mountains! and what lifted vales! bove the nobler, shall less noble rise ?

O'er vales and mountains sumptuous cities swell, all man alone, for whom all else revives, And gild our landscape with their glittering spires. o resurrection know? Shall man alone, Some mid the wondering waves majestic rise ; nperial man ! be sown in barren ground,

And Neptune holds a mirror to their charms. ess privileg'd than grain, on which he feeds ? Far greater still ! (what cannot mortal might?) i man, in whom alone is power to prize

See, wide dominions ravish'd from the deep! he bliss of being, or with previous pain

The narrow'd deep with indignation foams. leplore its period, by the spleen of fate

Or southward turn; to delicate and grand, everely doom'd death's single unredeem'd? The finer arts there ripen in the sun. Nature's revolution speaks aloud,

How the tall temples, as to meet their gods, a her gradation, hear her louder still.

Ascend the skies! the proud triumphal arch ook Nature through, 't is neat gradation all. Shows us half Heaven beneath its ample bend. y what minute degrees her scale ascends ! High through mid-air, here, streams are taught to ach middle nature join'd at each extreme,

flow; 'o that above it join'd, to that beneath.

Whole rivers, there, laid by in basons, sleep. 'arts, into parts reciprocally shot,

Here, plains turn oceans; there, vast occans join ibhor divorce: what love of union reigns ! Through kingdoms channell’d deep from shore to Iere, dormant matter waits a call to life; (sense ;

shore ! Ialf-life, half-death, join'd there ; here life and And chang'd crcation takes its face from man. here, sense from reason steals a glimmering ray; Beats thy brave breast for formidable scenes, leason shines out in man. But how preserv'd Where fame and empire wait upon the sword ? The chain unbroken upward, to the realms

See fields in blood; hear naval thunders rise ; >f incorporeal life? those realms of bliss

Britannia's voice! that awes the world to peace. Vhere death hath no dominion? Grant a make How yon enormous mole, projecting, breaks Ialf-mortal, half-immortal; earthy, part,

The mid-sea, furious waves! Their roar amidst, Ind part ethereal ; grant the soul of man

Out-speaks the Deity, and says,

« O main! Cternal; or in man the series ends.

Thus far, nor farther ; new restraints obey.' Wide yawns the gap ; connection is no more ; Earth 's disembowell’d! measur'd are the skies ! Check'd reason halts; her next step wants support; Stars are detected in their deep recess ! Striving to climb, she tumbles from her scheme; Creation widens! vanquish'd Nature yields ! A scheme, analogy pronounc'd so true ;

Her secrets are extorted ! art prevails ! Analogy, man's surest guide below.

What monument of genius, spirit, power! Thus far, all Nature calls on thy belief.

And now, Lorenzo! raptur'd at this scene, And will Lorenzo, careless of the call,

Whose glories render Heaven superfluous ! say, False attestation on all Nature charge,

Whose footsteps these?— Immortals have been here. Rather than violate his league with death?

Could less than souls immortal this have done?


Earth 's cover'd o'er with proofs of souls immortal; in their favour, and none at all on the celes, And proofs of immortality forgol.

they catch at this reed, they lay hold on to To fatter thy grand foible, I confess,

chimera, to save themselves from the shock a: These are ambition's works : and these are great : horrour of an immediate and absolute despair. But this, the least immortal souls can do;

On reviewing my subject, by the light which is Transcend them all. - But what can these transcend ? argument, and others of like tendency, the Dost ask me what? - One sigh for the distresi. upon it, I was more inclined than ever to purs What then for infidels ? A deeper sigh.

it, as it appeared to me to strike directly at 3 'Tis moral grandeur makes the mighty man :

main root of all our infidelity. In the follow How little they, who think aught great below! pages it is, accordingly, pursued at large; 22 All our ambitions Death defeats, but one ;

some arguments for immortality, new at least i And that it crowns. Here cease we : but, cre long, me, are ventured on in them. There also More powerful proof shall take the field against thee, writer has made an attempt to set the gross it Stronger than death, and smiling at the tomb. surdities and horrours of annihilation in a fulx

and more affecting view, than is (I think) to by

met with elsewhere.

The gentlemen, for whose sake this attempt ** NIGHT THE SEVENTH.

chiefly made, profess great admiration for a

wisdom of heathen antiquity : what pity it is they THE INFIDEL RECLAIMED.

are not sincere ! If they were sincere, bet

would it mortify them to consider, with what Part II.

contempt and abhorrence their notions Foule

have been received by those whom they so mud Containing the Nature, Proof, and Imporlance, of admire! What degree of contempt and abberImmortality

rence would fall to their share, may be cozjet tured by the following matter of fact in

opinion) extremely memorable. Of all As we are at war with the power, it were well if we heathen worthies, Socrates (it is well knowo) **

were at war with the manners, of France. A the most guarded, dispassionate, and composet land of levity is a land of guilt. A serious mind yet this great master of temper was angry; is the native soil of every virtue; and the single angry at his last hour; and angry with his friend character that does true honour to mankind. and angry for what deserved acknowledgment; The soul's immortality has been the favourite angry for a right and tender instance of t: theme with the serious of all ages. Nor is it friendship towards him. Is not this surprising strange; it is a subject by far the most interest What could be the cause? The cause was in ing, and important, that can enter the mind of his honour; it was a truly noble, though, pertemps

Of highest moment this subject always a too punctilious regard for immortality : for, 1* was and always will be. Yet this its highest friend asking him, with such an affectionate com moment seems to admit of increase, at this day; cern as became a friend, « Where he shoul a sort of occasional importance is superadded to deposit his remains ?" it was resented by Socrate the natural weight of it; if that opinion which is as implying a dishonourable supposition, that he advanced in the preface to the preceding Night, could be so mean, as to have a regard for s be just. It is there supposed, that all our infidels, thing, even in himself, that was not immortal whatever scheme, for argument's sake, and to This fact, well considered, would make our indicat kcep themselves in countenance, they patronize, withdraw their admiration from Socrates; are betrayed into their deplorable errour, by some make them endeavour, by their imitation of doubts of their immortality, at the bottom. And illustrious example, to share his glory: and the more I consider this point, the more I am sequently, it would incline them to perus persuaded of the truth of that opinion. Though following pages with candour and impartiality the distrust of a futurity is a strange errour; yet which is all i desire; and that, for their sales it is an errour into which bad men may naturally for I am persuaded, that an unprejudiced inbše be distressed. For it is impossible to bid de must, necessarily, receive some advantageous 15fiance to final ruin, without some refuge in pressions from them. imagination, some presumption of escape. And

July 7. 1744. what presumption is there? There are but two in nature; but two, within the compass of human

1 thought. And these are - That either God will

Conlents of the Seventh Night. not, or can not punish. Considering the divine in the Sixth Night, arguments were drawn from attributes, the first is too gross to be digested by Nature, in proof of immortality: here, others are our strongest wishes. And since omnipotence is

drawn froin man: from his discontent ; from his as much a divine attribute as holiness, that God passions and powers ; from the gradual growth of cannol punish, is as absurd a supposition as the reason ; from luis fear of death; from the natur? former. God certainly can punish as long as of hope, and of virtue ; from knowledge and her wicked men exist. In non-existence, therefore, as being the most essential properties of the sot is their only refuge ; and, consequently, non from the order of creation ; from the nature existence is their strongest wish.

ambition ; avarice; pleasure. A digression on the wishes have a strange influence on our opinions ; grandeur of the passions. Immortality alone ret they bias the judgment in a manner, almost ders our present state intelligible. incredible. And since on this member of their ulternative, there are some very small appearances

from the Stoic's disbelief of immortality answered Endless questions unresolvable, but on supus


And strong

An objection

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