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the same time is passing in the heart. We know that there are people, who seldom smile when they are alone, who therefore are glad to hide themselves in a throng from the violence of their own reflections; and who, while by their looks and their language they wish to persuade us they are happy, would be glad to change their conditions with a dog. But in defiance of all their efforts, they continue to think, forebode, and tremble. This we know, for it has been our own state, and therefore we know how to commiserate it in others.—From this state the Bible relieved us—When we were led to read it with attention, we found ourselves described.—We learnt the causes of our inquietude—we were directed to a method of relief—we tried, and we were not disappointed.
Deus nobis hac otia fecit.
We are now certain, that the Gospel of Christ is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth. It has reconciled us to God,. and to ourselves, to our duty and our situation. It is the balm and cordial of the present life, and a sovereign antidote against the fear of death.
.Serf hactenus htec. Some smaller pieces upon less important subjects close the volume. Not one of them, I believe, was written with a view to publication, but I was unwilling they should be omitted.
Charles Square, Hoocton,
Si te forte mece gravis uret sarcina chartce,
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds, that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war. And never meant the rule should be applied
To him, that fights with justice on his side.
YOL. I. E
Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews,
But let eternal infamy pursue
Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette
A. ^Tis your belief the world was made for man; Kings do but reason on the selfsame plan: Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas! the pow'r of logic reigns
Such reas'ning falls like an inverted cone,