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·ation from the body, with regard to that inorld which every where surrounds us, though not able to discover it through this grosser f matter, which is accommodated to our senses ife. His words are as follow: at death, wbich is our leaving this world, is g else but onr putting off these bodies, teaches it it is only our union to these bodies, which in. is the sight of the other world: The other world i at such a distance from us, as we inay imagine; Chrone of God indeed is at a great remove from earth, above the third Heavens, where he displays glory to those blessed spirits which encompass bis one; but as soon as we step out of these bodies, we p into the other world; which is not so properly other world, (for there is the same heaven and earth ill) as a new state of life. To live in these bodies is ► live in this world; to live out of them is to remove nto the next : For while our souls are confined to these bodies, and cau look only through these material casements, nothing but what is material can affect ns ; nay, nothing but what is so gross, that it can reflect light, and convey the shapes and colours of things with it to the eye: So that though within this visible world, there be a more glorious scene of things than what appears to us, we perceive nothing at all of it; for this veil of flesh parts the visible and invisible world : But when we put off these bodies, there are new and surprising wonders present themselves to our views; when these material spectacles are taken off, the soul, with its own naked eyes, sees what was invi. sible before: And then we are in the other world, when we can see it, and converse with it. Thus St. Paul tells us, that when we are at home in the body, We are absent from the Lord; but when we are ab. sent from the body, we are present with the Lord.' 2 Cor. v. 6, 8. And methinks this is enough to cure us of our fondness for these bodies, unless we think it more desirable to be confined to a prison, and to look through a grate all our lives, which gives us but a very parrow prospect, and that none of the best neither, than to be set at liberty to view all the glories of the world. What would we give now for the least glimpse of that invisible world, which the first step we take out of these bodies will present as witb? There are such things as 'eye hath not seen, uor ear heard, neither bath it entered into the heart of man to conceive: Death opens our eyes, enlarges our prospect, presents us with a new and more glorious world, which we can never see while we are shut up in flesh; which should make us as willing to part with this veil, as to take the film off of our eyes, which hinders our sight.
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“ As a thinking man cannot but be very much af fected with the idea of his appearing in the presence of that Being whom none can see and live;' he must be much more affected when he considers that this Being whom he appears before, will examine all the actions of his past life, and reward or punish him accordingly. I must confess that I think there is no scheme of religion, besides that of Christianity, which can possibly support the most virtuous person under this thought. Let a man's innocence be what it will, let his virtues rise to the highest pitch of perfection attainable in this life, there will be still in him so many secret sins, so many human frailties, so many offences of iguorance, passion, and prejudice, so many unguarded words and thoughts, and, in short, so many defects in his best actions, that, without the advantages of such an espia tion and atonement as Christianity has revealed to us, it is impossible that he should be cleared before his sa vereign Judge, or that he should be able to stand in bis sight.' Our holy religion suggests to us the only means whereby our guilt may be taken away, and our imperfect obedience accepted.”
It is this series of thought that I have endeavoured to express in the following hyman, which I have composed during this my sickness:
When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, (see my Maker, face to face,
O how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought;
In Majesty severe,
O how shall I appear !
Who does her sins lament,
Shall endless woc prevent.
Ere yet it be too late;
To give those sorrows weight.
Her pardon to procure,
To make her pardon sure.
There is a noble hymn in French, which Monsieur Bayle bas celebrated for a very fine one, and which the famous author of the Art of Speaking calls an admirable ove, that turns upon a thought of the same nature. If I could have done it justice in English, I would have sent it you translated; it was written by Monsieur Des Barreaux, wbo had been one of the greatest wits and libertines in France, but in his last years was as remarkable a penitent.
Grand Dieu, tes jugemens sont remplis d'equite ;
SOCRATES TO HIS JUDGES.
Nemo vir magnus sine aliquo affiatu ivino uisquam fuit.
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E know the highest pleasure our minds are ca
pable of enjoying with composure, when we read sublime thoughts cominunicated to us by men of great genius and eloquence. Such is the entertaininent we meet with in the philosophic part of Cicero's writings. Truth and good sense have there so charming a dress, that they could hardly be more agreeably represented with the addition of poetical fiction, and the power of numbers. This ancient author has fallen into my hands within these few days, anil left upon me strong impressions. If I had a mind to it, I could not at present talk of any thing else ; therefore I shall trans late a passage of Cicero for the speculation of this
He tells us, that Plato reports Socrates, upon
to my advantage that I am sent to death : for it - of necessity be, that one of these two things must de consequence.
Death must take away all these ses, or convey me to another life. If all sense is to taken away, and death is no more than that proud sleep without dreams, in which we are somemes buried, O Heavens, how desirable it is to die! ow many days do we know in life preferable to such state? But if it be true that death is but a passage to places which they who lived before ns do now inhabit, how much still happier is it to go from those who call themselves judges, to appear before those that really are such; before Minos, Rhadamanthus, Æacus, and Triptolemus, and to meet men who bave lived with justice and truth? Is this, do you think, no happy journey? Do you think it nothing to speak with Or. pheus, Musæus, Homer, and Hesiod? I would, indeed, suffer many deaths to enjoy these things. With what particular delight should I talk to Palamedes, Ajax, and others, who like me have suffered by the iniquity of their judges! I should examine the wis
dom of that great prince, wbo carried such mighty vyplass forces against Troy; and argue with Ulysses and Sisywith my paus, upon difficult points, as I have in conversation Zoe dere, without being in danger of being condemned.
But let not those among you who have pronounced me burol an innocent man be afraid of death. No harm can here there arrive at a good man whether dead or living; his
affairs are always under the direction of the Gods; picke bor will I believe the fate which is allotted to me my. cient authors self this day to have arrived by chance; nor have I new days, augnt to say either against my judges or accusers, but
But I thing else, erant detain you too long, it is time that I retire to death,