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Reflections suggested by the conclusion of the former

book.Peace among the nations recommended, on the ground of their common fellowship in forrow.

-Prodigies enumerated.-Sicilian earthquakes.Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities by fin. - God the agent in them. The philosophy that flops at secondary causes reproved.-Our own late miscarriages accounted for.Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau.But the pulpit, not satire, the proper engine of reformation.The Reverend Advertiser of engraved sermons.-Petit maitre parfon.The good preacher.-Pictures of a theatrical clerical coxcoml).-Story-tcllers and jesters in the pulpit reproved.- Apostrophe to popular ap. plaufe.-- Retailers of ancient philosophy expostulated with.--Sum of the whole matter.- Effects of facerdotal mismanagement on the laity.Their folly and extravagance. The mischiefs of profusion.Profufon itself, with all its conjequent evils, alcribed, as to its principal cause, to the want of difcipline in the universities.




Ou for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered as the flas, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own; and having power

To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as a lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys; And, worse than all, and most to be deplored As human nature's broadeft, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when the fees inflicted on a beart. Then what is man? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man? I would not have a flave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I Neep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth, That sinews bought and sold have ever earned. No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him. We have no slaves at home. Then why abroad?

And they themselves once ferried over the wave,
That parts us, are emancipate and loosed.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their fhackles fall.
That is noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blefling. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through every vein
Of all your empire; that where Britain's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.

Sure there is need of social intercourse, Benevolence, and peace, and mutual aid, Between the nations in a world, that seems To toll the death-bell of its own decease, And by the voice of all its elements To preach the general doom*. When were the

Let flip with such a warrant to destroy?
When did the waves fo baughtily overleap
Their ancient barriers, deluging the dry?
Fires from beneath, and meteors † from above,

* Alluding to the calamities in Jamaica.
† August 18, 1783.

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