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ARGUMENT of the Second Book.
Which opens with reflections suggested by the conclufion of the former.
Peace among the nations recommended on the ground of their common fellowship in forrow.— Prodigies enumerated.- Sicilian earthquakes-Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities by fin.-God the agent in them. The philosophy that stops at secondary causes, reproved. -- Our own late miscarriages accounted for.-Satyrical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau— But the pulpit, not satire, the proper engine of reformation.—The Reverend Advertiser of engraved sermons.--Petit maitre parfon.—The good preacher.—Picture of a theatrical clerical coxcomb.-Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit reproved. — Apostrophé to popular applause.- Retailers of ancient philosophy expostulated with. - Sum of tbe whole matter.—Effeets of sacerdotal mi management leity. —Their folly and extravagance. The mischiefs of profufion.-Profufion itself, with all its confequent evils, ascribed as to its principal cause, to the want of discipline in the Universities.
H 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 fick with ev'ry day's report
and outrage with which earth is fill'd. ,
There is no Alesh in man's obdurate heart,
It does not feel for man.
The nat’ral bond
Of brotherhood is sever'd as the fax
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'r
T'inforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith
Abhor 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
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 seep,
And tremble wlien I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estimation priz'd above all price,
I had much rather be myself the slave
And wear the bonds, than faften them on him.
We have no Naves at home-Then why abroad?
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave
That parts us, are emancipate and loos'd.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free,
They touch our country and their shackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein
Of all your empire. That where Britain's 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 decease,
And by the voice of all its elements
To preach the gen’ral doom. * When were the winds
Let Nip with such a warrant to destroy,
When did the waves fo haughtily o'erleap
Their ancient barriers, deluging the dry ?
Fires from beneath, and meteors † from above
Portentous, unexampled, unexplained,
Have kindled beacons in the skies, and th' 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,
And Nature I with a dim and fickly e; e
To wait the close of all ? But grant her end
More distant, and that prophecy demands
A longer respite, unaccomplished yet ;