ON THE GENERAL JUDGMENT-DAY; FROM DWIGHT'S CONQUEST OF CANAAN.

ID thefe dire fcenes more awful fcenes fhall rife; Sad nations quake, and trembling feize the fkies. From the dark tomb fhall fearful lights afcend, And fullen founds the fleeping manfion rend; Pale ghofts with terror break the dreamer's charm, And death-like cries the liftening world alarm. Then midnight pangs fhall tofs the cleaving plains; Fell famine wanton o'er unburied trains; From crumbling mountains baleful flames afpire; Realms fink in floods, and towns diffolve in fire; In every blaft, the fpotted plague be driven, And angry meteors blaze athwart the heaven. Clouds of dark blood fhall blot the fun's broad light, Spread round th' immenfe, and fhroud the world in night; With pale and dreadfui ray, the cold moon gleam; The dim, lone ftars diffufe an anguish'd beam; Storms rock the fkies; afflicted oceans roar, And fanguine billows dye the fhuddering fhore; And round earth thunder, from the Almighty throne, The voice irrevocable, IT IS DONE.

Rous'd on the fearful morn, fhall nature hear The trump's deep terrors rend the troubled air; From realm to realm the found tremendous roll; Cleave the broad main, and shake th' aftonifh'd pole; The flumbering bones th' archangel's call infpire; Rocks fink in duft, and earth be wrapp'd in fire; From realms far diftant, orbs unnumber'd come, Sail through immenfity, and learn their doom: And all yon changeless stars, that, thron'd on high, inign in immortal luftre round the fky, aph,'emn filence fhroud their living light, which we the world to undiftinguifh'd night.

, what dread founds defcending from the pole, Wave following wave, in fwelling thunders roll;

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How the tombs cleave! What awful forms arife!
What crowding nations pain the failing eyes!
From land to land behold the mountains rend;
From fhore to fhore the final flames afcend;
Round the dark poles with boundless terror reign,
With bend immeafurable fweep the main ;

From morn's far kingdoms ftretch to realms of even,
And climb and climb with folemn roar to heaven.
What fmoky ruins wrap the leffening ground!
What fiery fheets fail through the vaulted round!
Pour'd in one mafs, the lands and feas decay;
Involv'd, the heavens, diffolving, fleet away;
The moon departs; the fun's laft beams expire,
And nature's buried in the boundless fire.

Lo, from the radiance of the blefs'd abode
Meffiah comes, in all the pomp of God!
Borne on fwift winds, a ftorm before him flies;
Stars crown his head, and rainbows round him rife;
Beneath his feet a fun's broad terrors burn,

And cleaving darknefs opes a dreadful morn:
Through boundlefs fpace careering flames are driven;
Truth's facred hofts defcend, and all the thrones of

heaven.

See crowding millions, call'd from earth's far ends,
See hell's dark world, with fearful gloom, afcends,

Worlds af Comprehenfible! Around,

worlds, from nature's fartheft bound,
Call'd by th' archangel's voice, from either pole,
Self mov'd, with all created nations, roll.
From this great train, his eyes the juft divide,
Price of his life, and being's faireft pride;
Rob'd by his mighty hand, the ftarry throngs
From harps of tranfport call ecftatic fongs.

Hail, heirs of endlefs peace! ordain'd to rove
Round the pure climes of everlafling love.
For you the fun firft led the lucid morn;
The world was fafhion'd and Meffiah born;
For you high heaven with fond impatience waite
Pours her fair ftreams, and opes her golden gates

Each hour, with purer glory, gaily fhines,
Her courts enlarges, and her air refines.

But O unhappy race! to woes confign'd,
Lur'd by fond pieafure, and to wifdom blind,
What new Meffiah thall the fpirit fave,

Stay the pent flames, and fhut th' eternal grave ?
Where fleeps the mufic of his voice divine?
Where hides the face, that could fo fweetly fhine?
Now hear that flighted voice to thunder turn!
See that mild face with flames of vengeance burn!
High o'er your heads the ftorm of rum roars,
And, round th' immenfe, no friend your fate deplores.
Lo, there to endlefs woe in throngs are driven,
What once were angels, and bright ftars of heaven!
The world's gay pride! the king with fplendor crown'd!
The chief refiftlefs, and the fage renown'd!

Down, down, the millions fink; where yon broad main
Heaves her dark waves, and fpreads the feats of pain;
Where long, black clouds, emblaz'd with awful fire,
Pour fuilen round their heads, and in dread gloom retire.

ON THE WORKS OF CREATION AND PROV

IDENCE.

HEN I contemplate thofe ample and magnificent ftructures, erected over all the ethereal plains: when I look upon them as fo many repofitories of light, or fruitful abodes of life: when I remember that there may be other orbs, vaftly more remote than thofe which appear to our unaided fight; orbs, whofe effulgence, though travelling ever fince the creation, is not yet arrived upon our coafts: when I ftretch my thoughts to the innumerable orders of being, which inhabit all thofe fpacious fyftems; from the loftieft feraph, to the loweft reptile; from the armies of angels which furround the Almighty's throne, to the puny nations, which tinge with purple the furface of the plum, or mantle the ftanding pool with green; how various

appear the links of this immeasurable chain ! how vaft the gradations in this univerfal fcale of exiftence! Yet all thefe, though ever fo vaft and various, are the work of the Creator's hand, and are full of his prefence.

He rounded in his palm thofe ftupendous globes, which are pendulous in the vault of Heaven. He kinaled thofe aftonishing bright fires, which fill the firmament with a flood of glory. By Him they are fufpended in fluid ether, and cannot be fhaken: by Him they difpenfe a perpetual tide of beams, and are never exhaufted. He formed, with inexpreffible nicety, that delicately fine collection of tubes; that unknown mul tiplicity of fubtle fprings, which organize and actuate The frame of the minuteft infect.

He bids the crimfon current roll; the vital moves ments play; and affociates a world of wonders, even in an animated point. In all thefe is a figral exhibition of creating power to all thefe are extended the fpecial regards of preferving goodnefs. From hence let me learn to rely on the providence, and to revere the prefence, of Supreme Majefty. Amidst that inconceivable number and variety of beings, which fwarm through the regions of creation, not one is overlooked, not one is neglected, by the great Omnipotent Caufe of all.

SPEECH OF MR. FOX, IN THE BRITISH PARLIAMENT, ON AMERICAN AFFAIRS, 1778.

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OU have now two wars before you, of which you muft choose one, for both you cannot support. The war against America has hitherto been carried on againft her alone, unaffifted by any ally whatever. Notwithstanding fhe ftood alone, you have been obliged uniformly to increase your exertions, and to push your efforts to the extent of your power, without being able to bring it to an iffue. You have exerted all your force hitherto without effect, and you cannot now divide a force, found already inadequate to its object.

My opinion is for withdrawing your forces from America entirely; for a defenfive war you can never think of there. A defenfive war would ruin this nation at any time; and in any circumftances, offenfive war is pointed out as proper for this country; our fituation points it out; and the fpirit of the nation impels us to attack rather than defend. Attack France, then, for the is your object. The nature of the wars is quite different the war against America is against your own countrymen; you have ftopped me from faying against your fellow-fubjects; that against France is against your inveterate enemy and rival. Every blow you ftrike in America is against yourselves; it is against all idea of reconciliation, and against your own intereft, though you should be able, as you never will be, to force them to fubmit. Every stroke against France is of advantage to you: America must be conquered in France; France never can be conquered in America.

The war of the Americans is a war of paffion; it is of fuch a nature as to be fupported by the moft powerful virtues, love of liberty and of their country; and, at the fame time, by thofe paffions in the human heart which give courage, ftrength, and perfeverance to man; the fpirit of revenge for the injuries you have done them; of retaliation for the hardships you have inflicted on them; and of oppofition to the unjuft powers you have exercised over them. Every thing combines to animate them to this war, and fuch a war is without an end; for whatever obftinacy enthufiafm ever infpired man with, you will now find in America. No nratter what gives birth to that enthufiafm; whether the name of religion or of liberty, the effects are the fame; it infpires a fpirit which is unconquerable, and folicitous to undergo difficulty, danger and hardfhip: and as long as there is a man in America, a being formed fuch as we are, you will have him prefent himself against you in the field.

The war of France is a war of another fort; the war of France is a war of intereft; it was her intereft which firft induced her to engage in it, and it is by that inter