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laughter.-Wouldst thou acquire the habit of recollection, and fix the principles of thy conduct';-wouldst thou be led up to thy Creator and Redeemer,2-and be formed to sentiments of piety and devotion;-wouldst thou be acquainted with those mild and tender affections which delight the compassionate and humane, 3-wouldst thou have the power of sensual appetites tamed and corrected, and thy soul raised above the ignoble love of life, and fear of death 4 go, (my brother,) go-not to scenes of pleasure and riot, -not to the house of feasting and mirth,—but to the silent house of mourning;-and adventure to dwell awhile among objects that will soften thy heart. Contemplate the lifeless remains of what once was fair and flourishing.'-Bring home to thyself the vicissitudes of life.-Recall the remembrance of the friend,-the parent,-or the child, whom thou tenderly loved'st.3-Look back on the days of former years 4-and think on the companion of thy youth,-who now sleeps in the dust.-Let the vanity-the mutability,-and the sorrows of the human state, rise in full prospect before thee-and though thy countenance may be made sad,-thy heart shall be made better.

Lo,-the poor Indian !-whose untutor'd mind,
Sees God in clouds,-or hears him in the wind;-
His soul-proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk,-or milky way;-
Yet simple Nature to his hope has given,-
Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, - an humbler
heav'n.'-

Some safer world in depths of woods embrac'd,2

Some happier island in the wat❜ry waste,3

Where slaves once more their native land be hold,*

No fiends torments-no Christians thirst for gold.

But, my lords, who is the man, that in addition to the disgraces and mischiefs of the war, has dared to authorise and associate to our arms, the tomahawk and the scalping knife of the savage?'-to call into civilized alliance, the wild and inhuman inhabitants of the woods2 ?—-to delegate to the merciless Indian, the defence of disputed rights,3-and to wage the horrors of his barbarous war against our brethren-my lords, these enormities cry aloud for redress and punishment.

If this guiltless infant had been murdered by its own nurse, what punishment would not the mother have demanded, with what cries and exclamations would she have stunned our ears.

What shall we say then, when a woman guilty of homicide-a mother of the murder of her own child, comprises so many misdeeds in one single crime?-a crime-in its own nature-detestable1-in a woman-prodigious-in a mother-incredible.and perpetrated against one, whose age called for compassion'—whose near relation claimed affection-and whose innocence deserved the highest favours!3

Imperial spoiler !

Give me my father,'-give me back my kindred2— Give me the fathers of ten thousand orphans 3-Give me the sons of whom thy ruthless sword

It is a crime to put a Roman citizen in bonds;-it is the height of guilt to scourge him; little less than paracide to put him to death—what name then shall I give to the acts of crucifying him.*

After we have practised good actions awhile, they become easy;'-and when they are easy, we begin to take pleasure in them;2-and when they please us, we do them frequently ;3-and by frequency of acts, a thing grows into a habit,— and confirmed habit is a kind of second nature-and so far as any thing is natural, so far it is necessary; and we can hardly do otherwise—nay, we do it many times when we do not think of it.

Intemperance engenders disease,-sloth produces poverty,-pride creates disappointments; and dishonesty exposes to shame. The ungoverned passions of men betray them into a thousand follies--their follies into crimes;—and their crimes into misfortunes.3——

Do not hurt yourselves or others, by the pursuit of pleasure. Consult your whole nature. Consider yourselves not only as sensitive, but as rational beings;'-not only as rational, but social-not only as social,-but immortal.3

I demand justice of your fathers, upon the robber of the public treasury-the oppressor of Asia Minor and Pamphylia.-The invader of the rights and privileges of the Romans3-the scourge and curse of Sicily.

PROMISCUOUS EXAMPLES OF ALL THE FOREGOING RULES.

THE MESSIAH.

Ye nymphs of Solyma, begin the song:
To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.
The mossy fountains, and the sylvian shades,
The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids,
Delight no more-O Thou my voice inspire
Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire!
Rapt into future times, the bard begun:
A virgin shall conceive, a virgin bear a son!
From Jesse's root behold a branch arise,
Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies:
The etherial spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And on its top descends the mystic dove.
Ye heavens! from high the dewy nectar pour,
And in soft silence shed the kindly shower!
The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid,
From storm a shelter, and from heat a shade.
All crimes shall cease, and ancient frauds shall
fail,

Returning Justice lift aloft her scale;

Peace o'er the world, her olive wand extend,
And white rob'd Innocence from heav'n descend.
Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn!
Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born!
See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring,
With all the increase of the breathing spring:
See lofty Lebanon his head advance,
See nodding forests on the mountains dance;
See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise,
And Carmel's flowry top perfume the skies!
Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers;
Prepare the way! A God, a God appears!

A God, a God! the vocal hills reply;
The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity.
Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies!
Sink down, ye mountains; and ye valleys rise!
With heads declined, ye cedars homage pay;
Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way.
The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold :
Hear him, ye deaf; and all ye blind, behold!
He from thick films shall purge the visual ray,
And on the guiltless eye-ball pour the day:
Tis he the obstructed paths of sound shall clear,
And bids new music charm the unfolding ear:
The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego,
And leap exulting, like the bounding roe.
No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear;
From every face he wipes off every tear.
In adamantine chains shall death be bound,
And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound.
As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air;
Explores the last, the wandr'ing sheep directs,
By day o'ersees them, and by night protects;
The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms:
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,
The promised father of the future age.
No more shall nation against nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor fields with gleeming steel be cover❜d o'er,
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;
But useless lances into scythes shall bend,
And the broad falchion in a plough-share end.
Then palaces shall rise; the joyful son
Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun;
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,
And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field,

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