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To peculators of the public gold :
God made the country, and man made the towe,
ARGUMENT OF THE SECOND BOOK.
Reflections suggested by the conclusion of the
former book. -Peace among the nations recommended, on the ground of their common fellow. ship in sorrow.- Prodigies enumerated.-Sicilian earthquakes.-Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities by sin.-God the agent in them. The philosophy, that stops at secondary causes reproved. Our own late miscarriages accounted for.-Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontaine-Bleau.--But the pulpit, not satire, the pro. per engine of reformation. The Reverend Ad. vertiser of engraved sermons.-Petit maître par. son. The good preacher.—Picture of a theatrical clerical coxcomb.-Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit reproved.-Apostrophe to popular applause.-Retailers of ancient philosophy expostu. lated with.-Sum of the whole matter.--Effects of sacerdotal mismanagement on the laity. Their folly and ex vagance.-The mischiefs of profusion.-Profusion itself, with all its consequent evils, ascribed, as to its principal cause, to the want of discipline in the universities.
O 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 every 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 natural 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 power To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Ablor 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 broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man? And what man, seeing this,
And having human feelings, does not blush,
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 disease, And by the voice of all its elements To preach the general doom.. When were the winds Let slip with such a warrant to destroy ? When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap Their ancient barriers, deluging the dry? Fires from beneath, and meteorst from above, Portentous, unexampled, unexplain'd, Have kindled beacons in the skies; and the old And crazy Earth has had her shaking fits More frequent, and foregone her usual rest. Is it a time to wrangle, when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail,
Alluding to the calamities in Jamaica.