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Inviolable stupor of his reign,
And hid his deadly shafts in Myra's eye. Where luft, and turbulent ambition, seep, 800
The dreadful masquerader, thus equipt, 866 Deatb rook swift vengeance. As he life detests, Out-sallies on adventuros. Alk you where? More life is still more odious; and, reduc'd Where is he not? For his peculiar haunts, By conqueft, aggrandizes more his power. Let this fuffice; sure as night follows day, ' But wuberefore aggrandizid ? By heaven's decree, Death treads in pleasure's footsteps round the To plant the soul on her eterpal guard, 805
world, In awful expectation of our end.
When pleasure treads the paths which reafir Tbus runs death's dread commission; “ Strike, thuns.
865 but so
When, against reason, riot puts the door, « Aš molt alarms the living by the dead." And gaiety supplies the place of Jense, Hence Itratagem delights him, and surprizes Then, foremost at the banquet and the ball, And cruel sport with man's feeurities. 810 Death leads the dance, or stamps the deadly die; Not simple conqucft, triumph is his aim;
Nor ever fails the midnight bowl to crown.
870 And, where least fear'd, there conquest triumphs Gaily carousing to his gay compeers, most.
Inly he laughs, to see thein laugh at him, This proves my bold affertion not too bold. As absent far : and when the revel burns.
What are bis arts to lay our fears asleep? When fear is banith'd, and triuraphant thought, Tiberian arts his purposes wrap up
815 Calling for all the joys beneath the moon, 875 In deep diffimulation's darkest night.
Against them turns the key; and bids them fup Like princes unconfett in foreign courts,
With their progenitors- He drops his makk ; Who travel under cover, death afsumes
Frowns out at full; they start, despair, expire ! The name and look of life, and dwells among Scarce with more sudden terror and surprize,
[820 From his black mafque of nitre, touch'd by fire, 880 He takes all hapes that serve his black designs : He bursts, expands, foars, blazés, and devours. Though master of a wider empire far
Ånd is not this triumphant treachery,
And now, Lorenzo, dost thou wrap thy soul
Which moment is commislion'd to destroy ? He most affects the forms least like himself, In death's uncertainty thy danger lies. His flender felf. Hence burly corpulence Is death uncertain ? Therefore Thou be fit; Is his familiar wear, and sleek disguise.
Fist as a centinel, all eye, all ear, Behind the rosy bloom he loves to lurk, 830 | All expectation of the coming soe.
890 Or ambush in a smile ; or wanton dive
Rouse, stand in arms, nor lean against thy spear; 1. dimples deep; love's eddies, which draw in Left slumber steal one moment o'er thy foul, Unwary hearts, and sink them in despair. And fare surprize thee nodding. Watch, he Such, on Narcisfa’s couch he loiter'd long
strong; Unknown ; and, when detected, siill was seen 835 Thus give each day the merit, and renown, To smile; such peace has innocence in death! Of dying well; though doom'd but once to Most happy they! whom least his arts de
Nor let life's period hidden (as from moft) One eye on death, and one full fix'd on beaven, Hide too from Thee the precious use of life. Becomes a mortal, and immortal man.
Early, not sudden, was Narcissa's fate. Long on his wiles a piqu’d and jealous spy, 840 Soon, not surprising, death his visit paid, I've seen, or dream't I saw, the tyrant dress; Herthought went forth to meet him on his way, 900 Lay by his horrors, and put on his smiles.
Nor gaiety forgot it was to die : Say, Muse, for thou remember'st, call it back, Though fortune too (our third and final theme), And shew Lorenzo the surprising scene ;
As an accomplice, play'd her gaudy plumes, If 'twas a dream his genius can explain.
And every glittering gewgaw, on her light,
To dazzle, and debauch it from its mark. 908 'Twas in a circle of the gay I stood.
Death's dreadful arivent is the mark of man; Death would have enter'd; Nature push'd him And every thought that misses it, is blind. back;
Fortune, with youth and guiety, conspir'd Supported by a doctor of renown,
To weave a triple wreath of happiness His point he gain'd. Then artfully dismis (If happiness on earth) to crown her brow. 910 The sage; for death design'd to be conceal d. 850 |And could death charge through such a thining He gave an old vivacious usurer
Thield? His meagre aspect, and his naked bones;
That shining shield invites the tyrant's fpear, In gratitude for plumping up his
As if to damp our elevated aims, A pamper'd spendthrift; whose fantastic zir, And strongly preach lumility to man. well-fashion'd figure, and cockaded brow, O how portentous is prosperity ! He took in change, and underneath the pride How, comet-like, it threatens, while it shines! Of costly linen, tuck'd his filthy shroud.
Few years but yield us proof of death's ambition, His crooked bow he straiten'd to a cane;
To cull his victims from th: faire fold,
And sheath his fafts in all the pride of life. O'er just, o'er sacred, all-forbidden ground, [980
Or, if for nien you take thenr, as I mark
Their manners, thou their various fates survey.
From fome, hy sudden blafts, 'tis whirld away,
High fortune seems in cruel league with fate. Torn is the nian, and mortal is the wound.
995 of life? To hang his airy nett on high,
Loud croaks the raven of the law, and smiles:
The number small, which happiness can bear.
And dealb's approach (if orthodox my song) tempefi to warm transport near of kin.
Is haften'd by the lure of fortune's smiles.
And since thy peace is dear, ambitious youth! And startles thousands with a single fall.
Which nods aloft, and proudly spreads her shade, Thy wholsome fears; now, drawn in contrast, The sun's defiance, and the flock's defence; 1016 fee
By the frong strokes of labouring hinds subdued, Gay fortune's, thy vain hopes to reprimand. Loud groans her last, and, rushing from her See, high in air, the sportive goddess hangs,
In cumbrous ruin, thunders to the ground:
(1025 Gold glitters 'mon, where virtue thines no Or near heaven's archer, in the zodiacls, huis,
(So could it be) jould draw the public eye,
A coniteilation awful, yet benign,
Can fancy form more finint larpineis ?
Fixt was the nuptial hour. Het stately dome therefore, the dispute the better. I think it may be Rose on the founding beach. The glittering spires reduced to tbis fingle question, Is man immortal, or is he
1040 not? If he is not, all our disputes are mere amusements, Float in the wave, and break against the there : or trials of skill. In this case, truth, reason, reliSo break those glittering shadows, human joys. gion, wbich give our discourses fuch pomp and solemnity, The faithless morning smild: he takes his leave, are (es will be foern) mere emply found, without any To re-embrace, in eestasies, at eve.
meaning in then. But if a man is immortal, it will The rifing form forbids. The news arrives : 1045 bebove bim to be very serious about eternal confequences ; Untold, she saw it in her servant's eye.
in other words, to be truly religious. And this great She felt it feen (her heart was ape to feel); fundamental truth, unestablished, or unawakened in the And, drown'd, without the furious ocean's aid, minds of men, is, I conceive, the real source and support In suffocating forrows, shares his tomb.
of all our infidelity; bow remote foever tbe perticular Now, round the sumptuous, bridal monument, objections advanced may seem to be from it.
1050 Sensible appearances affect moj mex much more than The guilty billows innocently roar;
abstract reafonings; and we daily fee bodies droga And the rough failor pafling, drops a tear. around but the foul is invisible. Tbe power wbieb A tear ?-Can tears fuffice? But not for me. inclination bas over the judgment, is greater tbde How vain our efforts! and our arts how vain! can be well conceived by those that bave not an expen The difant train of thought I took to shun, 1055 rience of it; and of what numbers is it the fad interest Has thrown me on my fate-Tbefe died together; that souls foould not survive! The beatber world conHappy in ruin! undivorc'd by death!
feled, that they rather boped, then firmly believed Or ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace- immortality! And bow many bearbens bave we fill Narcissa! Pity bleeds ar thought of thee.
amongst us! The facred page affures us, that life and Yet thou waft only near me; not myself. 1060 immortality is brought 10 light by the Gospel: but by Survive myself? That cures all other woe. bow
many is the Gospel rejected, or overlooked ! From Narcisla lives ;. Philander is forgot.
ibese confiderations, and from my being, acsidentally, O the foft commerce! O the tender tyes,
privy to the sentiments of some particular perfons, I Close-twisted with the fibres of the beart! bave been long perfuaded ibat mal, if not all, our irWhich, broken, break them; and drain off the fidels ( rubatever name they take, and whatever fibene, foul
1005 for argument's fake, and to keep themfelves in counteOf human joy, and make it pain to live
nance, they patronize) are supported in tbeir deplore And is it then to live? When such friends part, able error, by fome doubt of tbeir immortality, at sbe 'Tis the survivor dies--My heart, no more. bottom. And I am fatisfied, that men once thorougbly
convinced of tbeir immortality, are not far from being
Christians. For it is hard to conceive, ibat a man
fully conscious eternal pain or bappiness will certainly NIGHT THE SIXTH. be bis lot, slould not earnestly, and impartially, enquire
after the fureft 'CORS of escaping one, and fecuring the THE INFIDEL RECLAIMED. other. And of such an edrnesi und impartial inquiry, !
well know the consequence. IN TWO PARTS.
Here, therefore, in proof of this most fundamental Containing the Nature, Proof, and Importances derived from principles which Infidels admit in common
truth, some plain arguments are offered; arguments of IMMORTALITY.
with Believers ; arguments, which appear to me alte
gether irrefiftible; and fucb as, I am fatisfied, will have PART THE FIRST.
great weight with all, who give themselves the small
trouble of looking seriously into tbeir own boloms, and Where, among other Things, Glory and Riches of obferving, with any tolerable degree of attention, are particularly confidered.
wbat daily passes round about them in the world, if fome arguments foall, here, occur, wbich others lave
declined, they are submilled, witb all deference, ':' THE RIGHT HON, HENRY PELHAM,
better judgments in this, of all points the most iosFIRST LORD COMMISSIONER OF TIL TREASURY, portant. For, as to the Being of a God, that is so AND CHANCELIOK OF THE EXCHEQUER. longer disputed; but it is undisputed for this reafor
only, viz. because, wbere the least pretence to reason
is admitted; it must for ever be indisputable. And of P R E FAC E.
confequence no man can be betrayed into a dispute of that ages bave been deeper in dispute clout reli- nature, but by vanity; which bas e principal fare in gion than this. Tbe dispute about religion, and animating our modern combatants against other articles of the practice of it, feldom go togeiber. The porter, our Belief:
Bear faint resemblance; never are alike;
Fear Shakes the pencil; l'ancy loves excess :
Dark Ignorance is lavish of her fades : SHI NHE* (for I know not yet her name in heaven) And these the formidable picture draw. 60
Not early, like Narcisa, lefc the scene; But grant the worft ; 'tis paft; new prospects Nor sudden, like Philander. What avail ? This seeming mitigation but inflames;
And drop a veil eternal o'er her tomb. This fancy'd medicine heightens the disease. 5 Far other views our contemplation claim, The longer known, the closer still the grew; Views that o'erpay the rigours of our life; And gradual parring is a gradual deach.
Views that suspend our agonies in death.
the long, dark approach through years of|And find the soul unsated with her theme.
Let not the laurel, but the palm, inspire. 73 How oft I gaz'd, prophetically sad !
Thy nature, immortality! who knows?
In stronger thread of brighter colour spun,
80 By now and filent, but refiftlers lap,
How short our correspondence with the sun! In his pale progress gently gaining ground, And while it lasts, inglorious ! Our best deeds, Death urg'd his deadly liege ; in spite of art, How wanting in their weight! Our highest joys Of all the balmy blessings nature lands 25 Small cordials to support us in our pain, To luccour frail humanity. Ye stars !
And give us rength to suffer. But how great 85 (Not now forf made familiar to nly light) To mingle interests, converse amities, And thou, O moon! bear witnels; many a With all the sons of reason, scatter'd wide night
Through habitable space, wherever boril, He tore the pillow from beneath my head, Howe'er endow'd! To live free citizens Ty'd down by fore attention to the shock, 30 of universal nature! To lay hold
go By ceaseless depredations on a life
By more than feebic faith on the Supreme ! Dearer than that he seft me. Dreadful poft To call heaven's rich unfathomable mines Of observation ! darker every hour!
(Mines, which support archangels in their state) Less dread the day that drove me to the brink, Our own! to rise in science as in bliss, And pointed at eternity below; 35 Initiate in the fecrets of the skies!
95 When my faut sudder'd at futurity;
To read creation ; read its mighty plan When, on a moment's point, th' important dye, In the bare bosom of the Deity! Of life and death spun doubtful, ere it fell, The plan and execution to collate! And turn'd up life; my title to more woe. To see, before each glance of piercing thought, But why nore woe? More comfort let it all cloud, all Ihadow, blown remote ; be.
leave Nothing is dead, but that which with'd to die; No mystery—but that of Love Divine, Nothing is dead, but wretchedness and pain; Which lifts us on the seraph's flaming wing, Nothing is dead, but what incumber'd, galld, From earth's aceltema, this field of blood, Block'd up the pass, and barr'd from real life. Of inward anguish, and of outward ill, Where dwells that with inost ardent of the From darkness and from duft to such a scene! wife? 45
105 Too dark the fun to fee it ; highest stars
Love's element! true joy's illustrious home! Too low to reach it; deatb, great deatb alone, From earth's sad contrast (now deplor'd) more O'er stars and sun, triumphant, lands us there,
fair : Nor dreadful our transition; though the mind, What exquisite vicissitude of fate! An artist at ting self-alarms,
Bleft abfolution of our blackest hour ! Rich in expedient for inquietude,
50 Lorenzo, these are thoughts that make man Is prone to paint it dreadful, who can take
Man, Death's portrait true? The tyrant never fat.
The wise illumine, aggrandize the great. Our sketch all randoni strokes, conjecture all; How great (while yet we tread the kindred clod, Close shuts the grave, nor tells one single And every moment fear to sink beneath tale.
The clod we tread; foon trodden by our fons.) Death, and his image rising in the brain, How great, in the wild whirl of Time's pursuitsa
To stop, and pause, involv'd in high preiage, # Referring to Night V,
Through the long visto of a thousand years,
To stand contemplating our distant felves, Behold an infinite of floating worlds
Divide the crystal waves of æther pure,
Of these disseminated orbs, how great! To gaze in thought on what all thought Great as they are, what numbers These surpala, transcends!
Huge, as Leviathan, to that small race, To talk, with fellow-candidates, of joys Those twinkling multitudes of little life, As far beyond conception as desert,
He swallows unperceiv'd ? Stupendous Those! 18; Ourselves th' astonish'd talkers, and the tale! 125 Yet what are these stupendous to the whole!
Lorenzo, swells thy bosom at the thought? As particles, as atoms ill perceiv'd; The swell becomes thee: 'Tis an honest pride. As circulating globules in our veins ; Revere thyself ;--and yet thyself despise, So vait the piail. Fecundity divine ! His nature no man can o'er-rate; and none Exuberant Source ! perhaps, I wrong thec Bill. Can under-rate his merit. Take good heed, 130
190 Nor there be modest, where thou should'nt be If admiration is a source of joy, proud;
What transport hence! yet this tlie least in heaven. That almost universal error shun.
What this to that illuftrious robe He wears, How just our pride, when we behold those heights! Who cost this mass of wonders from his hand, Not those ambition paints in air, but those A fpecimen, an carnest of his power ? 193 Realon points out, and ardent virtue gains ; 135 'Tis to that glory, whence all glory flows, And angels emulate; our pride how juit!
As the niead's meanest floweret to the fun, When mount we? When there hackles cast? Which gave it birth. But wbat, this fun of When quit
heaven? This cell of the creation? This finall nett, This bliss fupreme of the supremely bleft ? Stuck in a corner of the universe,
Deat), only death, the question can resolve. 300 Wrapt up in fleecy cloud, and fine-fpun air? 140 By death, cheap-bought in' ideas of our joy; Fine-spun to sense ; but gross and feculent The bare ideas! folid happiness To souls celestial; souls ordain'd to breathe So distant from its shadow chas'd below. Ambrofial gales, and drink a purer sky;
And chase we still the phantom through the Greatly triumphant on Time's farther shore,
fire Where virtus reigns, enrich'd with full arrears; O'er bog, and brake, and precipice, till death? 205
145 | And toil we ftill for sublunary pay. While pomp impcrial begs an almıs of peace. Defy the dangers of the field and flood,
In empire high, or in proud science deep, Or, spider-like, spio out our precious All, Ye born of earth! on what can you conser, Our more than vitais fpin (if no regard With half the dignity, with half the gain, To great futurity) in curious webs The guft, the glow of rational delight, 150 | or subtle thought, and exquilite design; As on this theme, which angels praise and Nare? (Eine net-work of the brain !) to catch a dy! Man's fates and layours are a theme in heaven, The munientary buz of vain renown!
What wretched repetition cloys us bere! A name; a mortal immortality! What periodic potions for the fick!
Or (meaner iliil) instead of grasping air, 215 Difteniper'd bodies! and distemiperd minds! 155 For fordiul lucre, plunge we in the mire? 1:2 an Elnenity, what scenes fall frike!
Drudge, sweat, through every fhame, for every Adventures chicken! novelties surprize!
gain, What webs of wonder fall unravel, there! For vile contaminating trash; throw up V hat full day pour on all the paths of heaven, Our hope in heaven, our dignity with man? And light th' Almighty's footsteps in the deep! And deify the dirt, matar'd 10 gold?
160 Ambition, avarice; the two demons these, How small the blefed day of our ditcharge Which goad through every slough our human herd, Unwind, at once, the labyrinths of fgte,
Hard fravel'd from the cradle to the grave. And straicen its inextricable maze !
How low the wretches ftoop! How teep they if inextingniibable thirit in man
climb! Tokrow; low rich, how full, our banquet there! These ita mons burn mankind; but most polcls aa;
105 Lorenzo's bofom, and turn out the skies. T!cre, rot the moral world alone unfolds ;
Is it in time to hide eternity ?? The world material, lately seep in Bades,
And why not in an atom on the shore And, in those fhades, by fragments only seen, To cover ocean? or a mote, the sun? Á ni feen thofe fragments by the labouring eye, Glory and wealtb! have they this blinding power? Unbroken, then, illustrious and entire, 170
230 Its amr'c (phere its universal frame,
What if to tbem I prove Lorenzo blind? in fuli dimensions, sweils to the survey;
Would it surprize thee? Be thou then furpriz'd; rind enters, at one glance, the ravisht light. Thou neither know'it: their nature learn from me. trim fome superior point (where, who can tell ? Mark well, as foreign as these subjects seem, Sufliceit, 'ois a point where gods relide) 175 What close counexion ties them to my theme. 234 Stow Czil the stranger man's illumin's eye, Firit, what is true ambition? The pursuit is the volt eccad of unbounded Spacey
Of glory, nothing lefs than man can share,