« ΠροηγούμενηΣυνέχεια »
ARGUMENT OF THE SECOND BOOK.
Reflections suggested by the conclusion of the former book. —
Peace ainung the nations recommended, on the ground of their coi mon felloweship in forrow.- Prodigies enumerated. --Sicilian earihquakes. -Man rendered obnoxious to these eclomilies 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 fermons.—Petit-maitre parfon.—The good preacher.—Piętures of a theatrical clerical coxcomb. Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit reproved.-Apostrophe to popular applause.--Retailers of ancient philosophy expostulated with. --Sum of the whole matter.—Effeets of facerdotal mismanagement on the laity.—Their folly and extravagance. The mischiefs of profission. Profusion itself, with all its consequent evils, ascribed, as to its principal cause, to the want of discipline in the universities.
Oh 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 pain’d, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. .. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own; and, having pow's T'enforce the wrong, for such a worthy caufe Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands interfected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interpos’d 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 deplor’d, As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, thát mercy, with a bleeding heart; Weeps when she fees inflicted on a beast. 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 Nave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I Neep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That finews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
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,