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WITH what afstonishment and veneration may we look into our fouls, where there are such hidden ftores of virtue and knowledge, fuch inexhausted fources of perfection ! We know not yet what we shall be, nor will it ever enter into the heart of man to conceive the glory that will be always in referve for him. The foul, confidered in relation to its Creator, is like one of thofe mathematical lines that may draw nearer to another for all eternity, without a poffibility of touching it : and can there be a thought so transporting, as to confider ourfelves in thefe perpetual approaches to Him who is not only the standard of perfection, but of happiness?

CHA P. V.

SPECTATOR.

ON THE BEING OF A GOD.

ETIRE-The world fhut out ;-Thy thoughts

R call home ;

Imagination's airy wing reprefs;

Lock up thy fenfes ?-Let no paffion ftir ;

Wake all to Reason-let her reign alone

Then, in thy foul's deep filence, and the depth

Of Nature's filence, midnight, thus inquire;

WHAT am I? and from whence ?—I nothing know,
But that I am; and, fince I am, conclude
Something eternal: had there e'er been nought,
Nought still had been: Eternal there must be.--
But what eternal ?-Why not human race?
And ADAM's ancestors without an end?-
That's hard to be conceiv'd ; fince ev'ry link

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Of that long-chain'd fucceffion is fo frail;
Can every part depend, and not the whole?
Yet grant it true; new difficulties rife ;

I'm still quite out at fea; nor fee the shore.

Whence earth, and these bright orbs ?-Eternal too?--

Grant matter was eternal: ftill thefe orbs

Would want fome other Father ;-Much defign
Is feen in all their motions, all their makes ;

Design implies intelligence, and art:
That can't be from themselves—or man; that art
Man can scarce comprehend, could man beftow?
And nothing greater, yet allow'd, than man.—
Who motion, foreign to the smallest grain,
Shot thro' vaft maffes of enormous weight?
Who bid brute matter's reftive lump affume
Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly?
Has matter innate motion? Then each atom,
Afferting its indifputable right

To dance, would form an universe of dust.

Has matter none? Then whence these glorious forms,
And boundless flights, from shapeless, and repos'd?
Has matter more than motion? Has it thought,
Judgment, and genius? Is it deeply learn'd
In Mathematics: Has it fram'd fuch laws,
Which, but to guess, a NEWTON made immortal?---
If art, to form; and counfel, to conduct;
And that with greater far, than human skill,

Refides not in each block ;-a GODHEAD reigns.-
And, if a GOD there is, that GOD how great!

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ORATIONS AND HARANGUES.

CHA P. I.

JUNIUS BRUTUS OVER THE DEAD BODY OF LUCRETIA.

YES, noble lady, I fwear by this blood, which was once

fo pure, and which nothing but royal villainy could have polluted, that I will pursue Lucius Tarquinius the proud, his wicked wife, and their children, with fire and fword: nor will I ever fuffer any of that family, or of any other whatsoever, to be Kingin Rome. Ye Gods, I call you to witness this my oath!-There, Romans, turn your eyes to that fad fpectacle-the daughter of Lucretius, Collatinus'swife-fhe died by her own hand. See there a noble lady, whom the luft of a Tarquin reduced to the neceffity of being her own executioner, to atteft her innocence. Hofpitably entertained by her as a kinfman of her husband's, Sextus, the perfidious gueft, became her brutual ravisher. The chafte, the generous Lucretia could not furvive the infult. Glorious

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woman! But once only treated as a flave, fhe thought life no longer to be endured. Lucretia, a woman, disdained a life that depended on a tyrant's will; and shall we, shall men with fuch an example before our eyes, and after five-andtwenty years of ignominious fervitude, fhall we, through fear of dying, defer one fingle inftant to affert our liberty? No, Romans, now is the time; the favourable moment we have fo long waited for is come. Tarquin is not at Rome. The Patricians are at the head of the enterprize. The city is abundantly provided with men, arms, and all things neceffary. There is nothing wanting to fecure the fuccess, if our own courage does not fail us. Can all thofe warriors,› who have ever been so brave when foreign enemies were to be fubdued, or when conquefts were to be made to gratify the ambition and avarice of Tarquin, be then only cowards, when they are to deliver themselves from flavery? Some of you are perhaps intimidated by the army which Tarquin now.commands. The foldiers, you imagine, will take the part of their general. Banish fo groundless a fear. The love of liberty is natural to all men. Your fellow-citizens in the camp feel the weight of oppreffion with as quick a fenfe as you that are in Rome: they will as eagerly feize the occafion of throwing off the yoke. But let us grant there may be fome among them, who, through baseness of spirit or a bad education, will be disposed to favour the tyrant. The number of these can be but fmall, and we have means fuffi- cient in our hands to reduce them to reason. They have left us hostages more dear to them than life. Their wives, their children, their fathers, their mothers, are here in the city. Courage, Romans, the Gods are for us; thofe Gods, whofe temples and altars the impious Tarquin has profaned by facrifices and libations made with polluted hands, polluted

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with blood, and with numberless unexpiated crimes committed against his fubjects. Ye Gods, who protected our forefathers, ye Genii, who watch for the preservation and glory of Rome, do you infpire us with courage and unanimity in this glorious cause, and we will to our last breath defend your worship from all profanation.

LIVY,

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CHA P. II.

HANNIBAL TO HIS SOLDIERS.

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KNOW not foldiers, whether you or your prisoners be encompaffed by fortune with the flricter bonds and neceffities. Two feas enclofe you on the right and left not a ship to flee to for escaping. Before you is the Po, a river broader and more rapid than the Rhone ; behind you are the Alps, over which, even when numbers were undiminished, you were hardly able to force a paffage. Here then foldiers, you must either conquer or die, the very first hour you meet the enemy. But the fame fortune which has thus laid you under the neceffity of fighting, has fet before your eyes thofe rewards of victory, than which no men are ever wont to wish for greater from the immortal Gods. Should we by our valour recover only Sicily and Sardinia, which were ravished from our fathers thofe would be no inconfiderable prizes. Yet what are thefe? The wealth of Rome, whatever riches fhe has heaped together in the fpoils of nations, all thefe, with the mafters of them, will be yours. You have been long enough employed in driving the cattle upon the vaft mountains of Lufitania and Celtiberia; you have hitherto met with no reward worthy of the labours and dangers you have under

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