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                  </figure>A<lb/>FRIEND'S GIFT.</titlePart>
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            <head type="main">CONTENTS.</head>
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               <head type="main">Poems.</head>
               <item>ODE TO IMAGINATION <ref rend="align right" target="p1">1</ref>
               </item>
               <item>TO SOLITUDE <ref rend="align right" target="p4">4</ref>
               </item>
               <item>RETROSPECT <ref rend="align right" target="p6">6</ref>
               </item>
               <item>ELEGY <ref rend="align right" target="p8">8</ref>
               </item>
               <item>A WALK ON THE BANKS OF THE ESK, MIDLOTHIAN <ref rend="align right" target="p10">10</ref>
               </item>
               <item>THE POWER OF FANCY IN THE REGIONS OF FICTION AND OF TRUTH <ref rend="align right" target="p12">12</ref>
               </item>
               <item>TO THE SEA <ref rend="align right" target="p15">15</ref>
               </item>
               <item>THE FIRST RETURN OF THE FOURTH OF JUNE AFTER THE DEATH OF GEORGE III <ref rend="align right" target="p17">17</ref>
               </item>
               <item>INVOCATION TO VARIETY <ref rend="align right" target="p19">19</ref>
               </item>
               <item>THE TOWN'S INVITATION TO FAIR ∗∗∗∗; WITH THE COUNTRY'S REPLY <ref rend="align right" target="p21">21</ref>
               </item>
               <item>LINES FROM A NEWSPAPER; WITH A REPLY BY E. H., AND ONE BY ANOTHER HAND <ref rend="align right" target="p24">24</ref>
               </item>
               <item>THE FOG-HOUSE <ref rend="align right" target="p28">28</ref>
               </item>
               <item>ANDREW DONALD'S SOLILOQUY <ref rend="align right" target="p29">29</ref>
               </item>
               <item>THE WARFARE O'ER <ref rend="align right" target="p31">31</ref>
               </item>
               <item>O PLACE ME IN A SUNNY VALE <ref rend="align right" target="p35">35</ref>
               </item>
               <item>INSCRIPTION <ref rend="align right" target="p37">37</ref>
               </item>
               <item>INVITATION TO ∗∗∗∗ TO RETURN TO B∗∗∗ <ref rend="align right" target="p39">39</ref>
               </item>
               <item>ODE <ref rend="align right" target="p41">41</ref>
               </item>
               <item>FAREWELL TO THE MUSE <ref rend="align right" target="p43">43</ref>
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               <head type="main">Fragments in Prose.</head>
               <item>EXTRACTS FROM A SERIES OF LETTERS WRITTEN TO A
YOUNG GENTLEMAN <ref rend="align right" target="p47">47</ref>
               </item>
               <item>EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER ON THE CLASSIFICATION OF
MORAL DUTIES <ref rend="align right" target="p59">59</ref>
               </item>
               <item>EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG <sic corr="GENTLEMAN">GFNTLEMAN</sic>
                  <ref rend="align right" target="p72">72</ref>
               </item>
               <item>EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER ON THE PURSUITS OF TASTE <ref rend="align right" target="p82">82</ref>
               </item>
               <item>EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN <ref rend="align right" target="p88">88</ref>
               </item>
               <item>EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG PERSON, ON THE
INEFFICACY OF GOOD WORKS WITHOUT RELIGION <ref rend="align right" target="p95">95</ref>
               </item>
               <item>THOUGHTS ON BAPTISM <ref rend="align right" target="p104">104</ref>
               </item>
               <item>A MEDITATION <ref rend="align right" target="p113">113</ref>
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         <head type="main">POEMS, &amp;c.</head>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e245">
            <head type="main">ODE TO IMAGINATION<lb/>
UNDER THE DENOMINATION OF FANCY.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>OFFSPRING Of celestial light,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Spirit of the subtlest kind,</l>
               <l>Fancy! source of genius bright—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Illuminator of the mind!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Darting through the realms of space,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Vivid as glance of lightning's fire,</l>
               <l>'Tis thine great Nature's charms to trace,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And taste for every charm inspire.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Nought is from thy search withheld</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Where hid in depths <add place="right">—</add>where planets roll;</l>
               <l>What mortal eyes have not beheld,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Thou shew'st in visions to the soul.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Creative pow'rs to thee are giv'n:</l>
               <l rend="indent1">At thy command new worlds arise;</l>
               <l>And wondrous scenes of earth and heav'n</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Appear before our mental eyes.</l>
            </lg>
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            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>'Tis thou inspir'st the poet's lays,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Thou form'st the painter's bold design;</l>
               <l>While each enchanting skill displays,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">All their expressive pow'r is thine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>How changeful is thy airy form!—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Now grac'd with Pleasure's smiling ray,</l>
               <l>Now gloomy as the threat'ning storm,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">As diff'rent passions bear the sway.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When mingling in the train of Spring,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">While her gay flow'rets paint the vale,</l>
               <l>Birds in melodious concert sing,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">"And music floats along the gale,"—</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Then, cheerful as the rosy morn</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Thou smil'st, like Phoebus o'er the main,</l>
               <l>When bright, effulgent rays adorn</l>
               <l rend="indent1">With life and beauty his domain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Thy smiles are chang'd to wayward fears</l>
               <l rend="indent1">When horrors wild thy pow'rs control—</l>
               <l>When Melancholy dire appears,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And shakes the fortress of the soul.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>With pow'r to poison every joy,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The fiend erects her baneful head;</l>
               <l>Thy charms she seizes to destroy,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And round thee dark dismay to shed.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p3" n="3"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But transient is thy gloomy hour—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Soon thou resum'st thy smile again;</l>
               <l>O'er thee shall Sadness hold no pow'r,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">For Hope exulteth in thy train;</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Ever-varying, unconfin'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Thou strew'st the desert-path with flow'rs;</l>
               <l>Thou beam'st impulsive on the mind,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And wak'st to life her latent pow'rs.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Mother of a numerous train</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Of young ideas free and bold,</l>
               <l>Like infants sporting o'er the plain,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Disdaining order's laws to hold.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Some, immature, expire in youth;</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Some, nurs'd by Reason, grow to fame,</l>
               <l>Explore the hidden ways of truth,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And show more bright her sacred flame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Daughter of celestial light,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Spirit of the subtlest kind,</l>
               <l>Fancy! source of genius bright,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Shed thy influence o'er my mind!</l>
            </lg>
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         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e390">
            <pb id="p4" n="4"/>
            <head type="main">TO SOLITUDE.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>HAIL, Solitude! soft solace of the mind,</l>
               <l>Grave Contemplation's nurse! in thee we find</l>
               <l>Relief from care, the calm of stormy life,</l>
               <l>The stiller of dire passion's baneful strife.</l>
               <l>Be with thy vot'ry in this valley green;</l>
               <l>Let nought disturb the peaceful, solemn scene,</l>
               <l>Where nature's simple charms at ease abound,</l>
               <l>While shelt'ring mountains rise with grandeur crown'd.</l>
               <l>No noise impetuous dares this haunt invade—</l>
               <l>Thy sister, Silence, tends the hallow'd shade:</l>
               <l>Save trees, light moving to the minstrel winds,</l>
               <l>Or murm'ring waters, soothing pensive minds:</l>
               <l>No bolder sounds intrude upon the ear</l>
               <l>Than from gay birds, whose notes so soft and clear</l>
               <l>Flow through the woods; they join their artless lays</l>
               <l>In Nature's universal hymn of praise</l>
               <l>To the great Author of her mystic frame—</l>
               <l>Fountain of light and life—the One supreme.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Aided by thee, O Solitude! my strain</l>
               <l>Shall join the chorus of th' adoring train.</l>
               <l>When o'er my hours presides thy gentle sway,</l>
               <l>On no vain thought let wandering fancy stray;</l>
               <l>Exalt my mind on Contemplation's wing,</l>
               <l>And heav'nly ardours to my bosom bring:</l>
               <pb id="p5" n="5"/>
               <l>My soul possession of herself restore,</l>
               <l>Help her above this transient world to soar;</l>
               <l>By prudence warn her to secure betimes</l>
               <l>A happy mansion in those untried climes</l>
               <l>Whither, or soon or late, she must away—</l>
               <l>Prepar'd or unprepar'd, when call'd, obey.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Fix my resolves in virtue's course to run,</l>
               <l>And former errors teach me how to shun;</l>
               <l>Conscience with thee resumes her native fire,</l>
               <l>Thou aid'st her counsels and her threat'nings dire;</l>
               <l>For this the guilty fly thy paths—they fear</l>
               <l>Her awful voice in thy retreats to hear:</l>
               <l>But Conscience stern shall not be shunn'd by me,</l>
               <l>Though sharp her stings, her counsels healing be;</l>
               <l>Repentance follows them, which guides to peace,</l>
               <l>And yieldeth joys which never more shall cease:</l>
               <l>Joys, sprung from faith and confidence in Heav'n,</l>
               <l>By Christ to all who come to him are giv'n.</l>
               <l>By this firm standing on time's slipp'ry ground,</l>
               <l>May I of peace and happiness be found!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e486">
            <pb id="p6" n="6"/>
            <head type="main">RETROSPECT.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>DELUSIVE hopes! for ever are ye flown!</l>
               <l>Which o'er the path of life false lights have thrown;</l>
               <l>Illumin'd by gay fancy's vivid rays,</l>
               <l>Ye glitter'd on the veil of future days.</l>
               <l>Hope, source of fortitude in adverse hour!</l>
               <l>Than reason more we ow'd thy buoyant power:</l>
               <l>Now, borne far hence upon the wings of youth,</l>
               <l>The flatt'ring dreams give place to sober truth.</l>
               <l>Gay spring is past, and summer's ardent scene,</l>
               <l>By years arriv'd at autumn's temp'rate reign—</l>
               <l>The favour'd season of reflection pure,</l>
               <l>When fleeting visions shall no more allure,</l>
               <l>While yet the mind can ponder counsel sage,</l>
               <l>Ere yet she sinks o'erwhelm'd in feeble age,—</l>
               <l>The flying hours demand a solemn pause</l>
               <l>To ask if we have gain'd the just applause</l>
               <l>Of our own hearts,—how we have sown in spring,</l>
               <l>In summer ply'd, what harvest home we bring?</l>
               <l>If we have manag'd well, then gentle peace</l>
               <l>Beams on the mind, and bids our sorrows cease:</l>
               <l>Though still we beat the waves, life's rudest storms are past,</l>
               <l>The haven is at hand, our soul's desired rest.</l>
               <pb id="p7" n="7"/>
               <l>But if our state untranquil still remain,</l>
               <l>And youth improvident loads age with pain,</l>
               <l>Then we must rouse our spirit's active fire</l>
               <l>Ere the whole vigour of our souls expire;</l>
               <l>Of sad experience some advantage make,</l>
               <l>"And wisely tend our last important stake"</l>
               <l>To wrest the soul from folly, sin, and shame—</l>
               <l>Beseeching aid from Heav'n to this our aim;</l>
               <l>If haply from the wreck of time we may</l>
               <l>Some comfort yet regain, to soothe our latest day.</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e556">
            <pb id="p8" n="8"/>
            <head type="main">ELEGY.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>WHERE lofty mountains, crown'd with varying clouds,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Rise midst the mighty ocean's swelling waves;</l>
               <l>Or where the grove yon ruin'd hall enshrouds,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Whose banks a plaintive streamlet gently laves;</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Where roves mine eye along th' imposing scene,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">When pensive Autumn rules the waning year,—</l>
               <l>Ideas, rising in a solemn train,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Recall the former days to mem'ry dear.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Oft have I rambled o'er this rural wild</l>
               <l rend="indent1">In the gay season of my youthful morn,</l>
               <l>When life's untrodden paths in prospect smil'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And flow'ring hope conceal'd the springing thorn.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Protecting friends endear'd my happy home,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And gay companions grac'd the sportive hour;</l>
               <l>Youth's joyous smile chas'd Sorrow from the dome,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And mild Contentment shed her balmy pow'r.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>The waters of affliction's bitter stream</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Were then withheld; but in our riper years</l>
               <l>They copious pour'd, dissolv'd the airy dream,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And dash'd our joys with grief and anxious fears.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p9" n="9"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Chang'd are those scenes which fancy deem'd so gay;</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The glowing tints which Hope around her threw</l>
               <l>Fade in the gloom of life's declining day,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Which shadows nature with a sickly hue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>"Swept by the desolating hand of time,"</l>
               <l rend="indent1">My lov'd, my early friends remain no more;</l>
               <l>Pensive I roam the joy-forsaken clime,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And mourn the loss which time shall ne'er restore.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Their helm Religion steer'd, and fenc'd their way</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Through life's perturbed sea, beset with woes;</l>
               <l>Beyond the limits of the tempest's sway,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">They've safely reach'd the haven of repose.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>My bark, sore pierc'd with storms, still beats the tide—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Shall I their happy region e'er attain?</l>
               <l>What guarded them must likewise prove my guide—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Then may I hope I shall my friends regain!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e642">
            <pb id="p10" n="10"/>
            <head type="main">A WALK ON THE BANKS OF THE ESK,<lb/>MIDLOTHIAN.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>ROLL on, sweet Esk!—thou favour'd stream,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Still glide through scenes for beauty fam'd,</l>
               <l>Sublime as ardent poet's theme,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Or painter's happiest fancy fram'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>From ancient Roslyn's ruin'd wall,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">All down the shrub-entangled glen,</l>
               <l>Where rise to view the stately hall</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And wood-crown'd cliffs of Hawthornden—</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>The devious path with care we trod,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">With patient step the crags we scal'd;</l>
               <l>Oft paus'd, and turn'd our eyes abroad,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And the whole scene with rapture hail'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When, low on brink of Esk's fair flood,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To lofty heights our view we rais'd,</l>
               <l>Where bold-brow'd rocks and bending wood</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Terrific lour'd, with awe we gaz'd!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>The brown rocks frown'd—the brier-rose smil'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Where shadowing groves majestic rise:</l>
               <l>The grand—the beautiful—the wild,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Struck at one glance our wond'ring eyes.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p11" n="11"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When by th' ascent our steps were led,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The summit of a cliff we gain'd,</l>
               <l>Scann'd the deep dell where through his bed</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Esk murmuring flow'd, and to his banks complain'd,—</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>The hollow caves reverberate the sound,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Opposing rocks with answ'ring echoes join'd;</l>
               <l>No human voice was heard, but all around</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Wild, rural tones to strike the ear combin'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Oft we look'd back, and inwardly we mourn'd</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And sigh'd to bid th' impressive scene adieu,</l>
               <l>As from these glens our parting footsteps turn'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Till, like a dream, it vanish'd from our view.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg rend="indent1" type="stanza">
               <l>But there the prospect widen'd to the sight,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And smiling meads and waving corn appear'd—</l>
               <l>Where plains enrich'd with industry invite,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And social joys these happier valleys cheer'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Methought this was a picture of man's life:</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Here we below our perilous way pursue;</l>
               <l>There, rocks and thorns perplex—here, cares and strife:</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Much to enjoy is ours—and much to suffer too.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But the dread river past, the narrow vale</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Of this short life gives place to ampler scenes;</l>
               <l>O'er mingled joys shall purest bliss prevail—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Transient alike earth's pleasures and her pains.</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e748">
            <pb id="p12" n="12"/>
            <head type="main">THE POWER OF FANCY<lb/>IN THE REGIONS OF FICTION AND OF TRUTH.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>OF fairy-land I mean to sing,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">A fairy-land which still exists,</l>
               <l>Where sportive Fancy reigns the queen,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And none her winning pow'r resists.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>All charms of nature and of art</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Are in her wide dominions found;</l>
               <l>With fairest flow'rs her garden blooms,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">In wild luxuriance scatter'd round.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>With radiant gems her palace glows—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The painter's art the halls adorn;</l>
               <l>The poet's song harmonious flows,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">As in her rapid car she's borne.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Her images of joy allure</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And captivate th' unwary soul;</l>
               <l>Her airy castles rise to view,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And Pleasure reigns throughout the whole.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Gay Hope the port'ress that conducts</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Her vot'ries through th' illusive gate,—</l>
               <l>Not Hope that steers in Reason's barge,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To light this dark, forlorn estate;</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p13" n="13"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But she of painted vapours sprung,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Who swiftly mounts on wings of wind,</l>
               <l>Where, mingling with an airy throng,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">She leaves celestial Truth behind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Delusion's torch bright gleams around</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The ever-varying, beauteous scene;</l>
               <l>Gives semblance to ideal forms,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">As wills the fair enchantress-queen.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>With glories of th' illumin'd cloud</l>
               <l rend="indent1">She lightly crowns the rising tow'rs;</l>
               <l>With syren songs she charms to rest</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Amidst the sweetly shaded bow'rs.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Fancy excludes the lamp of Truth</l>
               <l rend="indent1">From this deceitful land of dreams,</l>
               <l>Else would they vanish in the blaze</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Of her all-pow'rful, searching beams.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Dispelling airy shades of bliss,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Her presence would unwelcome prove;</l>
               <l>And hence the queen avoids her here,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">That midst gay phantoms she may rove.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Yet she reveres her sacred name,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And joins her in a nobler sphere,</l>
               <l>Sacred to Science and to Fame,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">For Genius and true Taste are here.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p14" n="14"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>With Truth and Nature close allied</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Fair Knowledge and sage Wisdom dwell;</l>
               <l>When join'd by Fancy's glowing fires,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">They with superior force excel.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>She calls the pow'rs of Genius forth,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Sends him new regions to explore;</l>
               <l>More energy to Language gives,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And adds new charms to Wisdom's store.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>She brings the Graces to their aid,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Makes them with Truth go hand in hand;</l>
               <l>And binds a wreath round Learning's brow</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Of flow'rets cull'd from every land.</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e882">
            <pb id="p15" n="15"/>
            <head type="main">TO THE SEA.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>WHETHER along thy shores we stray,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Ocean, abyss profound!</l>
               <l>Or from adjacent heights survey</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The varied scene around;</l>
               <l>Or while, in swift-wing'd vessel borne,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">We o'er thy surface glide,</l>
               <l>Cerulean tints thy waves adorn,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And temp'rate breezes curl aside</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And gently heave thy rolling tide—</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Whether the starry-mantled Night</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Inspire reflections grave,</l>
               <l>Or Cynthia's solemn silv'ry light</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Illume thy brighten'd wave;</l>
               <l>Or when the pow'rful orb of day</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Springs from his orient bed,</l>
               <l>Chasing the shades in haste away,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">While sudden, bright effulgence shed</l>
               <l rend="indent1">O'er earth, and skies, and thee is spread—</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Whether, of peace the emblem fair,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Thy waters smoothly flow,</l>
               <l>Or war of winds and waves prepare</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The heart for scenes of woe;—</l>
               <pb id="p16" n="16"/>
               <l>Still o'er thy great expanse the soul</l>
               <l rend="indent1">With admiration bends;</l>
               <l>And whilst thou'rt stretch'd from pole to pole,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">From countless wonders thought ascends,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Diffus'd where'er thy realm extends.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>From thee we rise with trembling awe</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To Him who gave thee form,</l>
               <l>Who binds thy motions by his law,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And rules th' impetuous storm;</l>
               <l>To Him who paints the smiling scene,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Or bids the tempest rise,</l>
               <l>Guides mortals with his arm unseen,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And to our anxious fears replies,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">"Blest he who on My aid relies!"</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e963">
            <pb id="p17" n="17"/>
            <head type="main">WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF<lb/>THE FIRST RETURN OF THE FOURTH OF JUNE<lb/>AFTER<lb/>THE DEATH OF HIS MAJESTY GEORGE III.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>I'VE witness'd thy revels for fifty-nine years,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Though thou art now silent, O fair fourth of June!</l>
               <l>From Edina's fam'd fortress no streamer appears,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Loud cannon we hear not, nor merry bells' tune.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg rend="indent1" type="stanza">
               <l>For George the belov'd now sleeps with his fathers!</l>
               <l rend="indent1">None parade through the streets in pompous array;</l>
               <l>To honour his name no populace gathers;</l>
               <l rend="indent1">No banquet—no ball for fair ladies so gay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>No merriment wakes us on this natal morn,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Nor bonfire nor rocket illumines at ev'n;</l>
               <l>The city's wide precincts no garlands adorn,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">For George has departed from earth unto heav'n!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Nor should we deplore what must prove his great gain,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Though thou art now silent, O fair fourth of June!</l>
               <l>Care-worn was his life, and eventful his reign,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And dark was the cloud which succeeded his noon.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p18" n="18"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But, fair fourth of June! although silent thou be,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">I'll honour thy memory still with a sigh;</l>
               <l>The tenth of November<ref id="note1" type="noteref" target="n1">∗</ref> my youth spent in glee,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">In oblivion alike both days now pass by.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>And here I remain, to contemplate the past,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">While solemn reflections arise in my mind;</l>
               <l>The changes I've witness'd, so various and vast,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Were fraught with instruction and wonder combin'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>The curtain must drop, yea, and all quit the scene;—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">But the Hand that has guided the helm lives for aye;</l>
               <l>O'er the dead and the living his care he'll maintain—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Much peace to the mind this thought must convey!</l>
            </lg>
            <note id="n1" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note1">
               <p>Birthday of George II.</p>
            </note>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1043">
            <pb id="p19" n="19"/>
            <head type="main">INVOCATION TO VARIETY.<lb/>COMPOSED FOR AN INTRODUCTORY PIECE TO A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>GODDESS of ten thousand streams,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And fountain of variety,</l>
               <l>Sparkling with Science in her beams,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Which ornament society.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Sprinkling with many lucid drops</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The early dawn of wak'ning mind,</l>
               <l>The storehouse of ideas opes,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And free-born Thought flies unconfin'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>O goddess of exhaustless charms,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Propitious on thy votary smile!</l>
               <l>And bear me in thine ample arms</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Through devious paths, yet free from guile.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>This volume I devote to thee:</l>
               <l rend="indent1">On every page impress thy quill;</l>
               <l>With grave or gay, with sage or glee—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">In countless forms display thy skill.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p20" n="20"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But never let one page be stain'd</l>
               <l rend="indent1">With vacant Insipidity—</l>
               <l>With Folly, or with Wit sustain'd</l>
               <l rend="indent1">By Satire's sharp severity.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Let Wit in playful mood be seen,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Like living lightning, flashing bright;</l>
               <l>And Wisdom fill each space between</l>
               <l rend="indent1">With calm Instruction's steady light.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But, though thy streams of various kinds</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Through hundred valleys copious glide,</l>
               <l>Still let me ever bear in mind</l>
               <l rend="indent1">That Order is the safest guide.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Directed each through all their course</l>
               <l rend="indent1">By one harmonious design,</l>
               <l>Intelligence at once the source</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And end, in which they all must join.</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1122">
            <pb id="p21" n="21"/>
            <head type="main">THE TOWN'S INVITATION TO FAIR ∗∗∗;<lb/>WITH<lb/>THE COUNTRY'S REPLY.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>ARISE, fair ∗∗∗! quit the sylvan shades;</l>
               <l>The limpid fountains, and the shrubby glades,</l>
               <l>The feather'd songsters of the leafy grove,</l>
               <l>And verdant hills where sportive lambkins rove.</l>
               <l>The silent beauties of the shelter'd vale,</l>
               <l>Proud ocean foaming with the fresh'ning gale,</l>
               <l>The glowing radiance of a purer sky—</l>
               <l>With all that captivates thine heart and eye</l>
               <l>In rural life,—to my just claim must yield</l>
               <l>The higher sphere of Pleasure's ample field.</l>
               <l>Within the compass of my limits round,</l>
               <l>All that instructs or charms the fair is found:</l>
               <l>Society, expander of the heart,</l>
               <l>Dwells here—and every thing which human art</l>
               <l>Invents to soften thorny life, is mine.</l>
               <l>Here Taste's fine pow'rs in full perfection shine;</l>
               <l>Variety, with fascinating charms</l>
               <l>And novel graces, withering Time disarms.</l>
               <l>Wide-sever'd nations here their pow'rs unite,</l>
               <l>To strew thy path with comfort and delight;</l>
               <l>Free Conversation her rich store unfolds—</l>
               <l>Intelligence with all the world she holds;</l>
               <pb id="p22" n="22"/>
               <l>Fair Science, too, her brighter beams displays,</l>
               <l>And pours through public libraries her rays,</l>
               <l>The mysteries of Nature to unveil</l>
               <l>At ev'ning lecture.—Let this bright detail</l>
               <l>Suffice to draw thee from the sounding shore,</l>
               <l>Where wild winds murmur and rude billows roar;—</l>
               <l>And should these fail to fix th' excursive mind,</l>
               <l>The drama must delight thy taste refin'd;</l>
               <l>The ball, the concert,—all the public shows</l>
               <l>Amusement's pow'r in every form disclose.</l>
            </lg>
            <div2 type="ss1" id="d0e1196">
               <head type="main">THE COUNTRY'S REPLY.</head>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>Cease, proud Edina! cease thy flatt'ring wile,</l>
                  <l>And magic arts, which simple youth beguile.</l>
                  <l>What boast you more?—or will you boast in vain?</l>
                  <l>Can your charms vie with mine on rural plain—</l>
                  <l>On elevated mountain, from whose height</l>
                  <l>Nature's extended beauties rapt the sight?</l>
                  <l>By shady forest—awe-inspiring scene!—</l>
                  <l>The rock stupendous—or the livelier green</l>
                  <l>In landscape, soften'd by the moon's pale beams,</l>
                  <l>"Where shine the vales, or glance the silver streams;"</l>
                  <l>Till morning, blushing in the east, makes way</l>
                  <l>For the bright orb who rules my gladsome day;</l>
                  <l>When virtuous deeds and simple joys combine</l>
                  <l>To fill the happy hours till eve's decline?</l>
                  <l>No morbid ennui can here be found,</l>
                  <l>But blooming health by active vigour crown'd.</l>
                  <pb id="p23" n="23"/>
                  <l>With me great Nature's copious page you find;</l>
                  <l>Vast, yet minute, it fills th' inquiring mind—</l>
                  <l>Devotion kindling in her genial flames,</l>
                  <l>The soul expands, and glows with heav'nly themes!</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>Is Social Converse thine—and thine alone?</l>
                  <l>No! here she reigns, more free her influence known.</l>
                  <l>No formal apathy restrains her pow'rs,</l>
                  <l>To render joyless the appointed hours:</l>
                  <l>Warm Hospitality her steps attends,</l>
                  <l>With heartfelt welcome greeting all her friends.</l>
                  <l>Freedom dwells here, the nurse of genius rare,</l>
                  <l>The lofty thought, and Virtue, heav'nly fair,</l>
                  <l>And glowing Fancy, undepress'd by care.</l>
                  <l>Sweet harmony is ours,—the pencil fine,</l>
                  <l>The mimic landscape—all th' inspiring Nine,—</l>
                  <l>Can Science be a stranger where these dwell?</l>
                  <l>No! she exclaims; I in these haunts excel!</l>
                  <l>Then stay, fair ∗∗∗! in this sweet domain,</l>
                  <l>Nor let the noisy city drag thee from the plain.</l>
               </lg>
            </div2>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1272">
            <pb id="p24" n="24"/>
            <head type="main">LINES FROM A NEWSPAPER. <lb/>WITH<lb/>A REPLY BY E. H.,<lb/>AND<lb/>ONE BY ANOTHER HAND.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>O SIGH not for life, with its long gloomy years,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">When the beauty and sunshine of youth have gone by;</l>
               <l>For the bright smiles of Hope will be chang'd into tears,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And the shadows of ev'ning be spread o'er your sky.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>O sigh not for life! if you wish not to see</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Each link of affection unloos'd one by one;</l>
               <l>Till, falling like leaves from a dry, wither'd tree,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">All the friendships you cherish'd in childhood are gone.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Believe me, 'tis but when existence is young,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Ere the cold world throws over the spirit a blight,</l>
               <l>That the flow'rs of enchantment around us are flung,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And we roam on like bees through a long day of light.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But the dream will soon pass, and the heart will forget</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Its short hours of bliss in its long years of pain;</l>
               <l>For the sun of its happiest moment will set,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And no beam will e'er break through the darkness again.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p25" n="25"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>O catch as it flies the bright sunny time,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">When your brows are enwreath'd with the roses of spring—</l>
               <l>While undimm'd with a tear, and unstain'd with a crime,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The heart is yet true, and hope yet on the wing!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But sigh not for life when its freshness is o'er,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">When its purest and holiest feelings have fled;</l>
               <l>For, depriv'd of the charm that enhanc'd it before,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">None value the stem if its blossom be dead.</l>
            </lg>
            <div2 type="ss1" id="d0e1339">
               <head type="main">REPLY BY E. H.</head>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>CEASE to complain, O votary of woe!</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">Though such our portion in this vale of tears,</l>
                  <l>Faith lifts the veil, a glorious light to shew,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">And points to joys that bloom through endless years.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>Slight not the precious gift deriv'd from Heav'n,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">But seek the things immortal and divine;</l>
                  <l>Pursue the end for which our life was given,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">And happiness eternal shall be thine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>Our present state is like the dawn of morn—</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">By clouds o'ershadow'd, and oft vex'd with storms;</l>
                  <l>But perfect day shall then our path adorn,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">And perfect bliss ensue in holiest forms.</l>
               </lg>
               <pb id="p26" n="26"/>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>Beyond the tomb our friends shall still survive,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">And joy for ever in the realms of love;</l>
                  <l>Thrice happy former friendships shall revive,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">And flourish in eternity above.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>Man cannot in his present state conceive</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">The bliss that for the good is kept in store;—</l>
                  <l>Let us with humble reverence receive</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">The promis'd blessing, and our God adore!</l>
               </lg>
            </div2>
            <div2 type="ss1" id="d0e1388">
               <head type="main">REPLY BY ANOTHER HAND.</head>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>O SIGH not for youth, with its pleasures, like roses,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">That fade in the moonbeam, and droop in the storm;</l>
                  <l>But sigh for that peace which the lone heart composes,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">When life's tempests and whirlwinds the fair scene deform.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>O sight not for youth! in which thought can descry</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">No joy from whose stores in our age we may borrow;</l>
                  <l>Like insects that sport while their sun is on high,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">Till swept by the wild wind of suff'ring and sorrow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>Believe me, 'tis but when the spring time's improv'd,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">That the garden breathes perfume, and glows to the gaze—</l>
                  <l>That the blessings of summer's bright sunshine are prov'd,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">And autumn's rich vintages swell in the blaze.</l>
               </lg>
               <pb id="p27" n="27"/>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>And say, when these bright fleeting seasons are by,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">If in each as it pass'd we our duty have done,—</l>
                  <l>When the store is secur'd, does it sadden the eye</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">That winter steals darkly and silently on?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>How blest is the man who, when bending with time,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">When life no more labour nor pleasure can bring;</l>
                  <l>Though bedimm'd with a tear, yet unstain'd with a crime—</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">Whose heart yet is true, and his hope on the wing:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg type="stanza">
                  <l>A hope that is brighter and holier than those</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">That shone on his youth in its loveliest prime!—</l>
                  <l>Then his eye beam'd with fire—now like seraph's it glows,</l>
                  <l rend="indent1">Illumin'd and lit by the vision sublime!</l>
               </lg>
            </div2>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1446">
            <pb id="p28" n="28"/>
            <head type="main">THE FOG-HOUSE.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>SAY, rural cot, when thou wast rear'd</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Upon this shrubby hill—</l>
               <l>Whose taste rul'd when thy site was clear'd?</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Whose hands display'd their skill?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When sacred Friendship's pow'rful charm</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Two youthful hearts entwin'd,</l>
               <l>Memorial of affection warm</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Thy form was first design'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>By fairest hands thy moss was plac'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And neatly fix'd with care;</l>
               <l>With foliage thee the wood-nymphs grac'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And Flora too was there.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Meandering through the grassy vale,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Dee sweetly flow'd in view;</l>
               <l>With varied charms each hill and dale</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Their beauties spread for you.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>And Fancy lent an airy grace</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To deck your favour'd shade:</l>
               <l>Simplicity in all we trace—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">There Peace dwells, heav'nly maid!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1495">
            <pb id="p29" n="29"/>
            <head type="main">ANDREW DONALD'S SOLILOQUY.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>HASTE! come, Andrew Donald, I pray,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And cut us some stakes from the wood,</l>
               <l>To make us a fog-house, I say,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The work must be handsome and good.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>The roof must be arch'd like a dome,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And the windows in Gothic array;</l>
               <l>So hasten thee, Andrew, and come—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Let us have it without more delay.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Mutter'd Andrew,—"A fog-house! 'tis buff!</l>
               <l rend="indent1">It never will stand the bad weather;</l>
               <l>The wind will ding 't ow'r wi' a puff—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Methinks they're a' crazy thegither!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>"But I maun keep this to mysel',</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And no' be ill-bred to my betters;</l>
               <l>To do what they bid me is well,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">For the gentry ken weel about letters.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>"They confound a puir body like me:—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">What was it they said about Goth?</l>
               <l>I dinna ken what that may be,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">But four-square may serve them, in troth.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p30" n="30"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>"The like o' them maun hae their fun,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And far be't from me to mak' strife;—</l>
               <l>This is better than gaun wi' a gun,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To rob a puir bird o' its life."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When the moss-work went merrily on,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">O how he did gape and did glow'r!</l>
               <l>Hearing "Waverley" put him in tone,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">While working away at the bow'r.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When the fog-house was finish'd with skill,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And he saw that it comely did look—</l>
               <l>That it gladden'd the brow of the hill,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">A fit place for pastime or book,—</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>He was glad that he lent it a hand,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Though by others 'twas finish'd and grac'd;</l>
               <l>And when that it came to a stand,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">He own'd that the gentry had taste.</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1581">
            <pb id="p31" n="31"/>
            <head type="main">THE WARFARE O'ER.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>IN wand'ring the world through in search of repose,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">I came to a field late streaming with gore;</l>
               <l>"My rest is not here, in this valley of woes!"</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Cried I—but the warfare of heroes was o'er.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>They slept in the dust, and the sound of their glory</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Was the meed of their friends, but to them was unknown;</l>
               <l>The wail of their widows, and orphans' sad story,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Could wring from their hearts not a sigh nor a groan.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>No more by the tempests of life they are tost;</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Their warfare is o'er—amidst triumphs they're silent;</l>
               <l>But deeds sprung from duty are not therefore lost—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To the land of the faithful they'll follow the valiant.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>I came to a city where bustle prevail'd,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Of business or pleasure, the hurry the same;</l>
               <l>Mine ears by complainings of woe were assail'd—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">I found that here Pleasure was but a false name.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>To seek for rest here, I said, is in vain,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">The sound of the viol and harp cannot please;</l>
               <l>Grief reigns in the city as well as the plain—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">In the midst of gay scenes the heart's ill at ease.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p32" n="32"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>I thought to find rest in a sweet smiling vale,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Where Nature in primitive beauty was drest;</l>
               <l>But trouble and sorrow began to assail,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And Grief reign'd here too, in this valley of rest.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>"No where is there rest—it is not in me!"</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Cries Nature aloud from mountain to shore:</l>
               <l>The soul finds her health in her duty to be—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">They only find rest whose warfare is o'er.</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1649">
            <pb id="p33" n="33"/>
            <head type="main">TO NIGHT.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>QUEEN of the solemn hours, imposing Night!</l>
               <l>Who, with thy silent footsteps gliding soft,</l>
               <l>Spread'st thy dark mantle o'er the arch of heav'n,</l>
               <l>And, with thy leaden sceptre, strik'st a pause</l>
               <l>In Nature's animation—still'st to rest</l>
               <l>The busy motion and the conscious thought,</l>
               <l>And lull'st the weary world in calm repose!</l>
               <l>Yet some, unhappy, taste not of thy gift,</l>
               <l>But, watching sad, the tedious minutes waste</l>
               <l>In anxious cares, or heart-corroding grief,</l>
               <l>Distracting fears, or agonising pain;</l>
               <l>While others trim the solitary lamp,</l>
               <l>And, studious o'er the instructive tomes of science,</l>
               <l>Their souls enlighten while thy shadows reign:</l>
               <l>Others there are who hail thee queen of revels,</l>
               <l>And bring into thy presence potent spells</l>
               <l>To change thee to resemblance of the day—</l>
               <l>Deck thee with gay attire, and worship thee</l>
               <l>With rites festivious, and refulgent fires.</l>
               <l>But I will woo thee in thy native garb,</l>
               <l>Thy sable vestments, and thy starry crown;</l>
               <l>And may thy left hand bear the mystic cup</l>
               <l>Of cordial balm, which can with subtle pow'r</l>
               <l>Suspend the anguish of misfortune's wound,</l>
               <l>And bind in sleep solicitude and woe.</l>
               <pb id="p34" n="34"/>
               <l>Dull, torpid sleep! emblem of dreaded death!</l>
               <l>Shall I unaw'd court thy insensate form?</l>
               <l>Yes, for a while, to gain more vig'rous life,</l>
               <l>And wake renew'd to active energy.</l>
               <l>Death too, like thee, leads to a rising morn—</l>
               <l>Last dreadful morn—big with the fate of all!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1717">
            <pb id="p35" n="35"/>
            <head type="main">O PLACE ME IN A SUNNY VALE.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>O PLACE me in a sunny vale,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Water'd by silver streams,</l>
               <l>Where health, borne on the balmy gale,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">With buoyant spirit teems!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When animating pow'rs of joy</l>
               <l rend="indent1">"Give soul to all the scene,"</l>
               <l>Then let that Pow'r my thoughts employ</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Who causeth joy to reign.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>With grateful ardour let my heart</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Swell into lofty praise;</l>
               <l>Let Heav'n possess my vital part,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And aspirations raise.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Then bending low, say, What am I,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">That to such heights aspire?</l>
               <l>Unworthy, sure, to soar so high,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And fruitless the desire.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But he who form'd me courage gives,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">He says, " Press onward, strive;</l>
               <l>Who overcometh ever lives,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And shall at heav'n arrive.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p36" n="36"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>"Press on! give Me thy willing heart,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Mine arm thine aid shall prove;</l>
               <l>Trust Me! for succour I'll impart,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And guide thee to the realms of love."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Or place me on a rocky shore,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Lash'd by the angry deep;</l>
               <l>Where, mingling with the ocean's roar,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Wild winds the billows sweep:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When night in wintry horror reigns,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And starless seems the sky;</l>
               <l>When lightnings flash midst dashing rains,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And thunder rolls on high,—</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>One Pow'r presides o'er all—the One supreme!</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Nature, His agent, but obeys His will;</l>
               <l>Terrors or pleasures, mercy each proclaim—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Order and love, the end they all fulfil.</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1803">
            <pb id="p37" n="37"/>
            <head type="main">INSCRIPTION<lb/>FOR<lb/>A BOWER OF EVERGREENS.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>FEW sink to the grave without a desire</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Of surviving in mem'ry the last parting hour;</l>
               <l>May your thoughts be consoling, when you shall retire</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To think of your friend in this evergreen bower!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Some covet celebrity, glory, and fame,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Their deeds to emblazon with sound and with pow'r;</l>
               <l>But calmly inscrib'd, here in peace may my name</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Be read by my friend in this evergreen bow'r.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>If e'er in this region of error and crime</l>
               <l rend="indent1">You have yielded to wrong in an unguarded hour,</l>
               <l>And stray'd from the path of your Teacher sublime,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Repentance will soothe in this evergreen bow'r.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>When afflictions oppress you, and hard seems your lot,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And joy drops away, like the pale fading flow'r,</l>
               <l>Raise your thoughts then to heav'n, and let earth be forgot—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Devout be your soul in this evergreen bow'r!</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p38" n="38"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>And who can declare the belov'd who are gone</l>
               <l rend="indent1">May not aid by their presence the orison pure,</l>
               <l>And, hov'ring o'er those with whose spirits they're one,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Enhance the delights of the evergreen bow'r?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>O think of the time when this scene shall give place</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To that glorious state which shall ever endure—</l>
               <l>When friends, reunited by heavenly grace,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Shall rejoice far above every earthly green bow'r!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1866">
            <pb id="p39" n="39"/>
            <head type="main">INVITATION TO ∗∗∗∗ TO RETURN TO B∗∗∗.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>WHEN grand and solemn scenes exalt the soul,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And lofty thoughts unto the mind convey,</l>
               <l>When avalanches from vast mountains roll,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Admiring, trembling, mortal men survey</l>
               <l rend="indent6">Great Nature's dreadful armoury!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Say, happy Swiss! who, in your peaceful vales,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Enjoy the fertile and the beauteous too,</l>
               <l>Would ardour fire you with the soft'ning gales,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">If your hearts glow'd not with the Alpine view?</l>
               <l rend="indent6">Sublime, terrific scenery!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Heat crowns with richest fruits Italia's soil,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And glowing suns illume her cloudless skies;</l>
               <l>But nerveless, slothful man revolts from toil—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Voluptuous, languid,—active vigour dies.</l>
               <l rend="indent6">O fly subduing Italy!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Her sculptur'd heroes, and her ancient fanes,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Her balmy groves, her poetry and song,</l>
               <l>The arts and relics she displays for gains,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Enhance desires for this low world too strong.</l>
               <l rend="indent6">O fly the land of witchery!</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p40" n="40"/>
            <lg rend="indent1" type="stanza">
               <l>Give me a spot not overwhelming high,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Not wild with woods and rocks, nor tamely plain;</l>
               <l>The air salubrious, with a temperate sky—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Some trait of grand and beauteous in the scene,</l>
               <l rend="indent6">To raise the mind, and charm the eye.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Such spot there is, and such shall be my theme,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Where, mildly tranquil, social, active days</l>
               <l>May be with pleasure pass'd, free from extreme.</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Come ∗∗∗∗, come, and taste how just the praise</l>
               <l rend="indent6">Of golden mean, sweet ∗∗∗ry!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e1937">
            <pb id="p41" n="41"/>
            <head type="main">ODE.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>SEE Phœbus sinking in the west,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">A dense cloud shrouding him in gloom;—</l>
               <l>Such o'er the friends we lov'd, who rest,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">We deem the veil behind their tomb,</l>
               <l rend="indent6">Dismaying, dark obscurity.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>But mark that ray of golden light</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Emblaz'ning all the vault of Heav'n!</l>
               <l>Above, beyond the cloud, 'tis bright,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Like break of day at ev'n—</l>
               <l rend="indent6">Such ray is hop'd futurity.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>And is there not a cheering ray,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">When life's last closing scene is nigh,</l>
               <l>That harbingers a brighter day,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">A better world, when this is by—</l>
               <l rend="indent6">A blest eternity?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>The sun that's set we do not mourn,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">He's gone to brighten other climes;</l>
               <l>Ere long he will to us return—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Meanwhile we'll think of future times,</l>
               <l rend="indent6">And court serenity.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p42" n="42"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>There is a pow'r that lifts the veil,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And shews us happiness to come;</l>
               <l>That pow'r is Faith—our pains 'twill heal,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">'Twill tell us Heaven is our home,</l>
               <l rend="indent6">And our lost friends are there.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>'Twill tell us we shall meet above,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Improv'd beyond all human scan;</l>
               <l>Remind us of our Father's love—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">That our great Shepherd forms our plan</l>
               <l rend="indent5">With wise and tender care.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Faith weaves a chain—a sacred chain,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">By which we to both worlds are bound—</l>
               <l>By which we hold of Heav'n maintain,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">And safely tread earth's slipp'ry ground,</l>
               <l rend="indent6">Whilst our souls upward rise.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>Our friends who still on earth abide,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">By distance from us sever'd,</l>
               <l>By that same chain to us are tied—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">In one fold we shall all be gather'd,—</l>
               <l rend="indent6">Love, issuing from the skies!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="poem" id="d0e2030">
            <pb id="p43" n="43"/>
            <head type="main">FAREWELL TO THE MUSE.</head>
            <head type="subtitle">WRITTEN JANUARY 1, 1831,<lb/>IN THE EIGHTY-SECOND YEAR OF MY AGE.—E. H.</head>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l rend="indent1">FAREWELL, my Muse!</l>
               <l>Companion of my lonely hours, farewell!</l>
               <l>Old age with stern command bids thee depart:</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Farewell— farewell!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l rend="indent1">But stay—not yet depart:</l>
               <l>If e'er thou prov'd a messenger of light</l>
               <l rend="indent1">To my too-darken'd mind,</l>
               <l>And brought a ray from Heav'n more bright,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Stay yet, O stay behind—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">We must not, shall not part!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l rend="indent1">Abide with me for ever,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">We never more shall sever:</l>
               <l>Let earthly mixture flee away,</l>
               <l>Take that Old Age with thee;</l>
               <l>For neither shall abide with me,</l>
               <l>Nor yet the fiend Ennui,—</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Let them depart together!</l>
            </lg>
            <pb id="p44" n="44"/>
            <lg type="stanza">
               <l>And if to higher regions I ascend,</l>
               <l rend="indent2">Along with everlasting youth,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Whate'er is pure shall with me dwell;</l>
               <l>Perhaps the Muse may then on me attend,</l>
               <l rend="indent2">And swell the songs of heav'nly truth,</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Though Death has toll'd on earth my knell:</l>
               <l>The World and Death will then have pass'd away</l>
               <l rend="indent2">With me for ever.</l>
               <l rend="indent1">Farewell to them—farewell!</l>
            </lg>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2095">
            <pb id="p45" n="[45]"/>
            <head type="main">FRAGMENTS IN PROSE.</head>
            <pb id="p46" n="[46]"/>
            <pb id="p47" n="[47]"/>
            <head type="main">FRAGMENTS IN PROSE.</head>
            <head type="main">EXTRACTS FROM A SERIES OF LETTERS<lb/>
TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN MANY YEARS AGO.</head>
            <opener>
               <date>
                  <hi rend="italic"> March </hi>1812.</date>
            </opener>
            <p>I WISH I could make up in some degree for the
frivolous nature of the foregoing part of this
letter, by giving you some account of a sermon I
heard preached by our excellent clergyman<ref id="note2" type="noteref" target="n2">∗</ref> on the first Sunday of this year. But I took no
notes, and so much time has elapsed since, that
though it made a strong impression on my mind
at the time, I fear I shall do it great injustice. I
never could have done justice to his language,
which often rises to the sublime, and cannot now
even give an accurate account of his arrangement;
nevertheless, I will try to furnish you with some
faint sketches of the design. The text was,
" See that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools,<note id="n2" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note2">
                  <p>The late Rev. Dr. Inglis, of the Old Greyfriar's Church, Edinburgh.</p>
               </note>
               <pb id="p48" n="48"/>but as wise; redeeming the times, because the
days are evil."</p>
            <p>Dr. Inglis introduced his subject by considering man as an accountable being, not only for
the employment of his time, but for all the talents
and privileges conferred upon him by Almighty
God; that to walk not as fools but as wise, was
diligently to employ all those talents and privileges to the purposes for which they were bestowed; and he considered the days being evil as
evidenced in the neglect and misapplication of
these endowments, both in the conduct of society
at large and in that of individuals. In the first
part of the subject, relating to society at large,
he took a view of mankind from the epoch when
the Sun of Righteousness began to beam on this
lower world. How great were the effects naturally expected to result from the influence of that
Divine dispensation; how grievously had it been
counteracted by the perverse nature of man; how
soon had it become corrupted from the same
cause: so that, after a short but glorious reign
of the pure light of the Gospel, there succeeded a
long night of error and superstition!</p>
            <p>After enlarging on this part of the subject, the
reverend doctor remarked, that notwithstanding
all these counteracting causes, the effects of the
Gospel in ameliorating the nature and condition<pb id="p49" n="49"/>of man had been very considerable, and sufficient
to evince its Divine origin. Here Dr. Inglis
entered into a wide field of comparison between
the advantages enjoyed even in the dark ages of
Christianity, and those of the best times of the
heathens.</p>
            <p>He then gave us a view of the evil of the
times within our own remembrance, and traced
it from the memory of the oldest among us. At
the time when they entered into life, the hopes
entertained of the free progress of the Christian
religion were very high. Our fathers had recently
recovered from a long and severe struggle, in
which, after the effusion of much blood, they had
obtained the victory, and fondly flattered themselves that they had secured to their posterity
the peaceable and uninterrupted enjoyment of a
religion for which they might justly claim tile
title of <emph rend="italic">Reformed.</emph> How much these hopes had
been frustrated, we had all been witnesses. At
the same time, he would not deny that they had
not been altogether disappointed. The fierceness and intolerance of bigotry had yielded to a
milder and more enlightened spirit; but along
with it had entered what was more subversive,
if possible, of the true interests of religion than
even bigotry,—and that was a spirit of indifference
to all religion. Here he enlarged on the folly<pb id="p50" n="50"/>and the criminality and danger of this indifference, and declared there never was a time <ref id="note3" type="noteref" target="n3">∗</ref>when there was a greater necessity for walking circumspectly, and to beware of men who, with smiling countenances and a false show of benevolence, laboured to deprive us of our most important hopes.</p>
            <p>He then took a view of the evil that had
occurred in our own times from the spirit of
insubordination. A spirit of anarchy, naturally
resolving itself into the spirit of tyranny, had
produced scenes, the history of which would
draw tears from the eyes of men of humanity
long after the contemporaries and witnesses of
them were laid in the silent grave. After making
a suitable improvement, he entered on the second
branch of his subject, viz. the evil of the times
arising from the conduct of individuals, and
dwelt particularly on the misemployment of time.
He remarked, in accordance with a well-known
heathen philosopher,<ref id="note4" type="noteref" target="n4">†</ref>  that we all complained of
the shortness of time, and yet how often did it
appear to be a burden! how many ways did we<note id="n3" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note3">
                  <p>More than twenty years have elapsed since this sermon was
preached; and this remark does not apply to the present time
(1839) as it did to that period. We were then suffering from the
effects of the French revolution and French principles.</p>
               </note>
               <note id="n4" n="†" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note4">
                  <p>Seneca.</p>
               </note>
               <pb id="p51" n="51"/>take to get rid of it! how much of it was spent
in frivolity and idleness—to say nothing of
positive immorality! how much of it was lost of
which we could give no account! Upon which
he added, that were individuals to examine themselves as to this point, they would find that much
of their misconduct had arisen from the want of a
predetermined system of action; that we often
idle from not knowing what to do at the moment;
and that without a proper and regular system, we
should never be able to accomplish any thing to
good purpose, either in our temporal or spiritual
concerns.</p>
            <p>And here I will take leave of the doctor for a
little, whilst I address to you a few words from
myself. In the first place, I may remark, that a
young person in your present circumstances cannot be justly held very accountable for the regulation or employment of his time; as, by the
necessary rules of education, very little of it is
left at his own disposal, and of that little it is
reasonable a portion should be allotted to amusement. In every period of life it is not only
allowable, but necessary, that some time should
be yielded to recreation, provided always that too
great a part of it be not spent in that way, and
that the recreations be in themselves innocent
and healthful.</p>
            <pb id="p52" n="52"/>
            <p>But when the labours of the school are over,
and a young man finds himself possessed of a
degree of liberty (more or less according to the
circumstances of life) to command his own time,
and regulate his own actions, the discipline he
has then to impose upon himself ought to be
strict, because it is of great importance; and
habit will soon render it pleasing—yea, even delightful.</p>
            <p>It has been said by some one, that "every
man has the one-half of his education given him
by himself." It is indeed much more than the
half; for what is the great end of education, properly so called, but to teach men to think and act
for themselves, and upon what principles they
ought to proceed? It is a key given them to
unlock the inexhaustible storehouse of future
acquirements—a spring to set the wheels of the
mind in motion—a foundation-stone, on which
both mental and bodily activity should be built.
But if no motion is made, or no superstructure
raised—if the knowledge we have received from
others is suffered to lie dormant in the mind, or
only given out in undigested portions to supply
a vacancy in conversation, like the voice of an
echo among the rocks,—it is a talent miserably
thrown away, and for which we must give a
woful account.</p>
            <pb id="p53" n="53"/>
            <p>The soul must exercise itself upon what it
knows, with a view to its progress in science—
in wisdom—in virtue—and the practice of every
duty; considering itself as a member of the great
body of society here, but much more as a candidate for a heavenly and immortal state hereafter.
The result of these exercises should be to bring
us nearer to God; not only by humble and devout
adoration, but by the imitation of him in all his
imitable perfections.</p>
            <p>A pattern of boundless perfection is displayed
to our view, to the imitation of which we ought
constantly to aspire. And though we shall ever
be found at an infinite distance below the Divine
original, still we must "press on towards the
mark;" and if we are not to be cast away, continue in a state of progressive improvement
through time to eternity—probably throughout
eternity.</p>
            <p>A young man ought to enter on the stage of
life armed with strong resolutions steadily to resist
evil, however powerful or pleasing the temptation;
and to persevere in the practice of duty, how
much soever it may be repugnant to natural
feeling; bearing it indelibly impressed on his
heart, that his conduct in the present life is his
stake for an eternal inheritance. For want of
this preparation of mind—(and this self-govern-<pb id="p54" n="54"/>ment<ref id="note5" type="noteref" target="n5">∗</ref> should be begun very early),— many, being
taken unawares, sink under the power of temptation, whilst others fall short of what they ought
to do; and I consider the failure of the five
foolish virgins in the parable as equally applicable
to those who are unready for the call of duty, as
to those who are unprepared for the call of death.</p>
            <p>The tree of knowledge, as it is now placed
within the reach of man, bears a great variety of
different kinds of fruit. Of most of these we are
freely allowed to partake—some are strictly prohibited. Permit not curiosity to seduce you into
forbidden paths. Curiosity was the rock on which
our first parents made shipwreck of themselves
and their posterity, and they lost in one fatal
moment what it required the most stupendous
miracle to restore; and if we fail under the dispensation of the Gospel, we are expressly told
there is no new method of recovery in store for
us. Nevertheless, it is true that in the pursuit of
knowledge we must unavoidably meet with many
things that have a tendency to sully the purity of
the imagination. When such occur, the mind
must not be allowed to dwell upon them. Let
them be immediately dismissed and avoided, as<note id="n5" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note5">
                  <p>We know there can be no self-government without Divine
aid; but if the religious principle be established, as it ought to be,
in early education, that aid will be sought for and obtained.</p>
               </note>
               <pb id="p55" n="55"/>you would the effluvia of poison. If they still
insist on intruding themselves, call up the aids of
devotion, and use at the same time your own
endeavours to occupy your mind with something
of a different nature; as, for instance, the wonders
of the works of God in creation, as displayed in
the grandeur of the heavens, or in the more
minute parts of nature.</p>
            <p>Many fall into evil from mere vacuity of mind,
but a lover of general science can never be exposed
to that risk. Such rules are also good helps
under distressed states of mind, such as unreasonable sorrow, or depression, or any thing that
takes a firmer hold of the mind than reason justifies. But these helps are only recommended in
subordination to devotion: the mind may not
indeed be able at all times to soar to high things,
neither is it necessary, and it may not be expedient. If a young man have a particular profession,
that will furnish a subject of useful thought
always ready at hand.</p>
            <p>Listen not to those who would persuade you
that it is but a light thing though you should give
a free indulgence to your passions in your youth—
that you will have time enough to return to the
path of rectitude and live correctly at a future
period. This is most impiously and unwarrantably
presuming on the mercy of God, and has proved<pb id="p56" n="56"/>the ruin of thousands. Every step taken in an
evil course strengthens the propensity to go on in
wickedness; so that to return becomes extremely
difficult, even though no power above our own
were requisite for accomplishing the purpose.
But the time for amendment may not be granted;
and besides, what is of great importance to
attend to, repentance is not to be commanded
by our own power alone: at no time, and in no
place, can it be attained without Divine aid—and
that is no where promised to the presumptuous
sinner. It is moreover my belief, that out of
many instances of persons who lived improperly
in their youth, and were afterwards supposed to
be reformed, very few really were so. Presenting
a more decent appearance to the world, it was
bound in charity to believe the reformation true;
but those most intimately associated with them
know the contrary. ..... [Here follows in the
original an affecting but tedious account of the
character of a gentleman known to the author of
these pages, which could not be thought of without sorrow by those who knew him, though he
was beloved and esteemed for many amiable and
honourable qualities, his vicious habits not being generally known. It was his misfortune to
have had his religious principles perverted in his
youth by certain deistical associates, David Hume<pb id="p57" n="57"/>being then in the height of his fame. He afterwards grew dissolute in moral conduct; and
though at a later period he became convinced
that the path he was treading was leading him to
destruction, habit had taken such fast hold of him
that he could not reform. Faith being weak, or
altogether wanting, he died (in middle life, of
premature old age) unreclaimed, though he had
managed in general to preserve esteem.]</p>
            <p>Gladly do I return from this melancholy subject, to resume a little more of Dr. I.'s discourse.
In his instructions with regard to the regulation
of time, he said a considerable portion of it
should be set apart for meditation upon heavenly
things, and for holding immediate intercourse
with the Divine mind. This is an exercise that he
insists upon with peculiar energy, and enforces in
many discourses. He is no enthusiast—all his
religious sentiments are perfectly consistent with
the rational nature of man; but he maintains
that occasional retirement from the world is necessary, in order to contemplate spiritual things,
as a means of obtaining that portion of the
Divine nature, without which there will be no
admission for us into the heavenly kingdom:
for it follows as the natural effect, that the contemplation of any object of a spiritual nature
gradually produces a resemblance of it in our<pb id="p58" n="58"/>own minds. It is therefore of the utmost importance that what we are in the habit of thinking of
be worthy of imitation, if imitable; at any rate,
that it be of an improving nature.</p>
            <p>But Dr. I. added, that meditation was neither
the only nor the chief purpose for which we
were sent into the world. We were evidently
formed for activity, and our active powers should
be exerted for the purpose for which they were
bestowed upon us—namely, that of doing good,
which is also a means of acquiring Divine grace.
This opened into a large field of reflection, through
which I cannot follow him; but it may be supplied
by every man's conscience and common sense,
aided by the light of the Gospel.</p>
            <p>Notwithstanding all I have said in the foregoing pages with regard to mental exercise, a due
regard must be paid to the strength of the natural
powers of the individual, both of body and mind;
for, as the corporeal frame ought not to be overloaded even with wholesome food, so neither
ought the mind. Both mind and body may be
greatly injured by pressing forward too strenuously in mental exertion. We must keep steadily
onward in our progress; but that may be faster
or slower, according to constitutional strength;
every thing has its just proportion: "Let all
things be done in order."</p>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2193">
            <pb id="p59" n="59"/>
            <head type="main">EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER<lb/>ON<lb/>THE CLASSIFICATION OF MORAL DUTIES.</head>
            <p>IN the following pages, I mean to enlarge on a
subject to which I am partial—to wit, dividing the
moral duties into different classes; because I have
had occasion to observe certain pernicious effects
to arise from a want of discrimination between
things essential in their nature, and things not
essential, in the inculcating of duty, both by instruction from the pulpit and in private education.
In my method I divide the moral duties into four
classes.</p>
            <p>The first and highest class, which is paramount to all, consists in a strict and unremitting
obedience to the known will of the Supreme
Being. As love to God is the first and great commandment, obedience to his laws is not only the
proper way of evincing that love, but one of the
best methods of engendering the spirit of it. We
have an unerring rule to walk by in the doctrines
of revelation, to which every thing must bow.
God has also given us, in the constitution of our
nature, a sense of distinction between right and
wrong—a law of rectitude and goodness impressed<pb id="p60" n="60"/>on every intelligent mind by his hand; and this
primary law of nature, when unsophisticated, accords with the spirit of the Gospel. It is not to
be denied, that it is in the power of the Supreme
Being to suspend or alter this original law of
nature, a shade of which appears in certain peculiar commandments given to the patriarchs and
Jews. These, we have every reason to believe,
were promulgated for temporary though wise
purposes, and contributed to the general good;
but the law of love and the law of universal order
are eternal and unchangeable.</p>
            <p>In subordination to this highest and immutable class, we may proceed to the second, which
consists of such things as are indifferent in their
own nature, but become good or evil according to
the circumstances of the times, or peculiar customs of a country, or of those lesser circles of
society of which we are members. These may be
changed or done away with according to circumstances, or occasionally infringed without guilt.
Under this class may be placed even some of the
external forms or services of our religion that do
not affect its vital principle, in contending about
which we frequently sacrifice the end to the
means, the house to the scaffolding. The power
of discriminating between the first and second
classes of morals forms the difference between a<pb id="p61" n="61"/>liberal and a contracted mind. Deliberately to
violate the former is not liberality, but impiety
and presumption; to be too tenacious of what
belongs to the second, when prudence admits of
its being dispensed with, is bigotry and narrowness of mind. For want of this discrimination,
the Christian Church, in every age since that of
the apostles, has been torn with dissensions about
things not in the least essential to the true interests of religion.</p>
            <p>The third class of morals consists of such
 things as are innocent in their own nature, and
 not repugnant to custom; but which become good
 or evil according to the effects they produce on
 the peculiar constitution of our own minds.</p>
            <p>The fourth class consists of things innocent
 like the former, but which become good or evil
 according to the effects they produce on other
 people. I now mean to make a few remarks on
 each in its order.</p>
            <p>The awakening of the young mind to a strong,
 lively, and habitual sense of the sacred nature,
 divine authority, and eternal importance of the
 duties of the first class, with the indispensable
 obligation that all men are under to obey the
 mandates of the Supreme Being, ought to lie at
 the bottom of every system of education, as its
 primary foundation, upon which every thing is to<pb id="p62" n="62"/>rest; and to preserve alive this impression, by
exercising the reflecting powers of the mind on
the wisdom and goodness, the order and harmony,
of all the works of God, together with the careful
perusal of the holy Scriptures, is the duty of the
adult.</p>
            <p>Methinks I hear you remark, If it be true, as
you asserted above, that the moral sense is impressed by the Author of Nature upon every intelligent mind, why is all this care necessary to
develope and preserve it? To this I reply, that
although the seed of moral principle is laid in the
constitution of man, it is liable to be counteracted
in its progress by opposite propensities superinduced on his nature; and revelation has informed
us how such propensities originated. These opposing dispositions are apt to be strengthened by
what he meets with in the world, and the struggle
between these and the good seed is the warfare
appointed us in our probationary state; it is
therefore of great importance that every aid should
be afforded to strengthen the good seed, that the
weeds may not prevail and choke it. Besides,
the moral sense is weaker in some minds than in
others; or it may lie dormant in the mind, and be
allowed to become extinct for want of being acted
upon—like the principles of harmony, which may
exist in the human frame, ready to awaken and<pb id="p63" n="63"/>rejoice on the impulse of music, but which, if no
sound be produced, exist as if they existed not.
To bring all our powers into action is the great
end of education—to strengthen our moral habits,
reason and revelation offer their respective aids:
they are perfectly consistent; they go hand in
hand, and must both be cultivated.</p>
            <p>But the moral sense may also be injured by
improper modes of education; and I therefore
hold it injudicious, in the course of preceptive
instruction, to teach the duties of the different
classes undistinguished in the scale of importance, and to rank every thing under two general
heads of "this is right, and that is wrong," without
shewing the principle that constitutes them such.
From this cause it happens not unfrequently, that
on a young person, ill-grounded in first principles, leaving the parental roof, going out into
the world, and perhaps visiting foreign countries,
he chances to hear certain opinions, which he has
been taught to consider as sacred, treated as absurd, and perhaps justly. He is at first shocked,
but by and by assents to the opinion. Extending
his observations, he finds in some places vices of
great enormity sanctioned by custom, from which
he shrinks with horror; but is jeeringly told, that
though such things are opposite to the customs of
his own country, they are customary in that which<pb id="p64" n="64"/>he is visiting, and as such considered nothing
wrong. Unfortified by higher principles, the moral sense decays, and he gradually accedes to the
opinion, that right and wrong are founded on custom. All is custom of country; the pillar with
its drapery is deserted together: the foundation-stone was ill laid; and what should have proved a
solid and permanent structure, is crumbled, together with its lighter appendages, into one undistinguishable mass of ruins.</p>
            <p>Methinks I see you smile at this representation; yet it is by such kind of negligence in the
culture of the young mind that the vices of foreign
countries have been imported into our own land,
where, planted in the rank soil of luxury, they
have thriven and prospered to an alarming height.<ref id="note6" type="noteref" target="n6">∗</ref>
            </p>
            <p>To cultivate the duties of the second class of
morals, we must apply to the world, that is, to
society, for instruction; and the deference due to
the world is what I mean at present to treat of.
We have a text in Scripture, which says, "Be not
conformed to the world;" but from many other
texts it appears that there is an innocent accommodation that is not only allowed, but enjoined: of<note id="n6" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note6">
                  <p>It may here be remarked, that the moral sense is a "talent"
bestowed on us by the Deity, like other talents, such as reason, &amp;c.; and we are expressly told in Scripture, that unless these are properly occupied and cultivated they will be taken away.</p>
               </note>
               <pb id="p65" n="65"/>course it is only to the vices of the world that it
is meant we are not to conform. The accommodation I recommend springs naturally from the
divine law, "Thou shalt love thy neighbour," &amp;c.; and how can we be said to love him, if we
cross him in all his ways, and do nothing to please
him and gain a return of his love? We must not,
however, please him by acceding to what is wrong, 
for that would be not really loving him, but ultimately injuring him. The law of God is paramount to every thing, and must not be made to
bend to the humours of men. Should we be expelled from society, and even forfeit our lives by
steadily persisting in obedience to the Divine will,
we shall not be losers, for God is able to recompense us; but if we are expelled for doing what
God has not required at our hand, we must suffer
the consequences. Every state has a right to
exclude those members who will not submit to its
laws; and every lesser circle of society, nay, every
family, has its own customs and regulations, the
observance of which it has a right to exact from
its members.</p>
            <p>Wantonly to fly in the face of custom, and
thereby offend our neighbours, who are attached
to their usages, has a moral evil in it, though not
of the same magnitude as the infringement of the
first class. You may perhaps say, Are not some<pb id="p66" n="66"/>of our customs absurd? I grant it; but so are
many of our acts of parliament, and yet all good
subjects submit to them quietly. You say again,
Are they never to be altered or improved? I reply, I hope so; but that will be best effected by
gradual means; a rash attack would be like an
attempt to tear a garment from a man's person,
who is stronger than you, and only wraps it
round him the closer; but permit the sun to shine
upon it, to shew its defects, and the wind to blow
upon it, to evince its frailty, and he will quit it of
his own accord, and change it for a better.</p>
            <p>Let your conversation enlighten, let free and
candid discussion operate against prejudice, and
the minds and manners of those around you will
improve. To attempt to remove their prejudices
by violent opposition will only make them hate
you, and weaken your influence. This rule, however, is not to be applied to duties of the first
class.</p>
            <p>Whenever custom tends to the introduction
of vice, the retreat must be prompt and decisive;
we have then a supreme authority to obey. It is
only with regard to things indifferent in their nature that accommodation to the prejudices of others
is a virtue: the principle of love and obedience to
our Creator must never yield to compliance with
our fellow-creatures; yet a small degree of obser-<pb id="p67" n="67"/>vation will suffice to shew us, that much of the
amelioration of human life, and the cherishing of
the spirit of love, depends upon an innocent accommodation to the customs and habits of others;.
and we are bound to practise it in connexion with
the great duties of benevolence and self-denial.
This would lead me to the importance of good
breeding, as connected with both the first and
second classes, it being indeed a branch of Christian morality; but I shall make it the subject of a
separate letter.</p>
            <p>I never was an admirer of that sentiment which
many entertain, viz. that they are conscious of
the rectitude of their own motives of action, and
care not what the world thinks of them. This
they suppose is a laudable independence of spirit;
but it too often proceeds from pride, and a selfish
indulgence of their own opinions and humours.
Linked by a variety of connexions in the bonds of
society, absolute independence cannot be gained;
neither is it to be wished, for we are bound to
satisfy society with regard to the propriety of our
conduct, which leads to that handmaid of the virtues called decorum: decorum without innocence
is hypocrisy—innocence without decorum is imprudence and presumption.</p>
            <p>I come now to the third division of my subject,
which relates to such things as have not the posi-<pb id="p68" n="68"/>tive nature of vice in themselves, but become good
or evil according to the effects they have on the
peculiar constitution of our own minds; such as
various kinds of amusement, which, though used
in moderation (for it is universally allowed that
the excess of any is sinful), may, from the peculiar
temperament of our minds, become sinful to us.
Of this, individuals must judge for themselves, and
abstain from such as they feel to be dangerous
with promptness and fortitude; but we have no
right to say that the same things are equally injurious to, and sinful in, others.</p>
            <p>Business, as well as pleasure, may be carried
too far; for, though not to pursue our proper occupation in society, and even the innocent enjoyments of life (on their proper occasions), with some
degree of ardour, implies a want of inherent energy,
and leads others to judge, too justly, that we shall
be found but lukewarm in more important concerns; still, there is a point beyond which we
ought not to allow any temporal pursuits to carry
us, if we find that they draw us from higher duties.
But let us not judge others with regard to such
things; for a man possessed of stability of character may indulge his taste to a much greater extent
without danger than another of less steady principles can; but every one is required to watch
over himself—let no one presume on his own<pb id="p69" n="69"/>strength—he must have the support of Divine aid
to enable him to stand firm in the path of rectitude; and it would be well for every one, before
entering on a line of action, to ask himself the
question, Have I confidence before God in what I
am going to do?</p>
            <p>The fourth class consists of such things as are
innocent in themselves, not repugnant to custom,
nor injurious to ourselves, but which may have a
bad effect upon others. We have often heard
persons say, "We think there is no harm in doing
such a thing; but we refrain from it for the sake
of example." This is inaccurate language; for if
there be no harm in it, where lies the evil of
shewing the example? But the truth is, there is
harm in it, by stirring up the angry passions of
others who may be prejudiced against that particular point of conduct, though to an enlightened
mind it may be really innocent. (It may be admitted, that what any person believes to be sinful
is sin to him, though in its own nature innocent;
but it does not follow, that what any man believes
to be innocent is really so; he is bound to have
his conscience instructed in truth, and every person living in a Christian country has access to this
instruction.) To offend our neighbour in this way
is militating against the spirit of love which is
essential to true principle; but, on the other hand,<pb id="p70" n="70"/>we may injure him by giving an example in things
that are innocent under proper restriction, but
which he, from want of cultivation or discrimination, may abuse, and in which he may pass the
proper bounds of restriction, and terminate in
vice.</p>
            <p>Our conduct with regard to its influence on
our neighbour may be illustrated by the figure of
a field, occupied by a multitude of persons walking
in different directions. It is bounded by a river,
black and deep, into which it is injurious even to
dip the foot—to plunge into it is fatal. Along the
sides of this river is a bank, green and flowery, and
soft to the feet; if you can walk upon it without
stumbling, no harm will ensue; but it is slippery,
and you may slide into the river and perish. To
avert such accidents, a hedge is planted, to prevent
the wayfarer from going on the verdant bank.
But the hedge has many breaks in it; a person
very stable-footed may, without danger to himself,
pass the hedge and walk safely on the bank; but
if his example induce others not so steady in their
footsteps to follow him, and they fall into the
river, he has much to answer for—and a good man
will deny himself much, rather than occasion danger to his neighbour.</p>
            <p>An ever-active spirit of religion pervading all
our actions, though we may not always be con-<pb id="p71" n="71"/>scious of its operation, with an ever-vigilant self-government, are necessary for the just conduct of
life. But self-government cannot exist without
Divine aid—to God we must commit the keeping
of our souls; and let it also be kept in mind, that
we are admonished to watch, as well as pray.</p>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2268">
            <pb id="p72" n="72"/>
            <head type="main">EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER<lb/>TO<lb/>A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.</head>
            <opener>
               <hi rend="italic">July</hi>1816.</opener>
            <p>THE tenour of my former letter naturally led my
thoughts to a subject to which I have long been
partial, viz. the consideration of the great importance of good breeding as a branch of Christian
morality.</p>
            <p>I do not mean to treat of etiquette and the
subordinate rules of politeness, which vary in every
age and country, but of the conduct which should
flow from that immutable principle derived from
the second commandment of the divine law, "Thou
shalt love thy neighbour as thyself;" and I am
persuaded, that much of the misery of domestic
life which comes to our knowledge proceeds from
want of attention to that commanded duty, "Do
to others whatsoever you would that they should
do unto you." This injunction must be observed
in its spirit, not in its letter. By following the
letter we might often do to others what would be
pleasing to have done to ourselves, but which,
from variety of tastes and sentiments, may be very
offensive to them.</p>
            <pb id="p73" n="73"/>
            <p>You must have read or heard of Lord Chesterfield's Letters to his Son, upon manners. Many
of his rules are practically good, because they
are calculated to please; and to please our fellow-members of society, upon proper principles, is
right, and indeed a real duty; but his principles
are detestable: he would please men merely to
gain his own ends of them—we would please them
with a single desire to make them happy. We
must not, however, please others by what is wrong,
for that would be ultimately destructive of happiness. This principle of love and desire for the
happiness of others must be improved, otherwise,
though we mean well, we may fail of producing
the desired effect, and may often offend without
knowing it. Many displease from want of refinement, but many more from indulging a false
opinion that they are entitled to give way to their
own humours, and that restraint of this kind does
not belong to the field of moral training. To
instruct the former in the refinements of polished
life, and to impress the latter with proper ideas of
right principles of conduct, should be the design
of education in this branch of duty; and so much
am I convinced of its importance, that I am bold
to say, social life will never be sufficiently ameliorated till it is attended to as a branch of Christian morality. With this view, I have often<pb id="p74" n="74"/>wished that every seminary in its plan of education included a series of lectures appropriated to
the subject, which might be introduced in the
course on moral philosophy.</p>
            <p>The principle of good breeding I draw not
from Lord Chesterfield, but from the New Testament, which you will find replete with rules that
promote it. At present, it is sufficient to observe,
that these are founded on two great points of
moral duty—good-will to others, and denial to
ourselves. We are commanded to love our neighbour as ourself. This does not imply that we are
to relinquish an important good to ourselves to
procure a lesser benefit to him; but it may be
understood to enforce a just regard to equity—an
habitual observance of the just rights of others—and a readiness to yield our own claims to theirs
when equity requires it. This is moral duty; and
the principle ought to be extended to manners
also. "Whatsoever ye would that men should
do unto you, do ye also unto them."</p>
            <p>The principle of benevolence being once established, upon it we may and ought to build all
the graces and all the refinements of civilised life,
though still in subordination to the higher principles of virtue and religion. Refinement will
teach us to avoid every thing coarse and vulgar,
or whatever may be offensive to the more polished<pb id="p75" n="75"/>circles. But as, in our intercourse with society,
we must associate occasionally with persons of
various descriptions, and as those of inferior endowments or cultivation are entitled to their portion of good-breeding from us, we must also be
careful to preserve humility and forbearance with
our inferiors. We are not entitled to treat any
of God's creatures with contumely or neglect,
because their endowments are not equal to ours.
Remember who it is that makes you to differ from
another, and to whom you are indebted for your
talents. Condescension to all is required of us,
except when the character is vicious, and publicly
known to be so; then it becomes a duty to pay
such deference to virtue as to fix some mark of
obloquy on vice. But the reverse is often practised in the world: a man of parts and intelligence, especially if with these he associate fascinating manners, will be courted, though immoral;
whilst one of obtuse parts, though correct in
conduct, will be shunned, because he affords us
no pleasure in conversation. As I said before,
we are not entitled to shun any but the vicious.
Young gentlemen of science or of independent
fortune are most apt to transgress in this way, not
being sufficiently schooled in the practice of self-denial or humility. We are not called upon to
give an unreasonable portion of our time to those<pb id="p76" n="76"/>who are unsuitable companions; I speak only of
that degree of attention and good-breeding which
is due to all.</p>
            <p>I remember a circumstance, in itself trivial,
which had an effect upon my mind when I was
young. I went with a number of friends to see a
giant, nearly eight feet high. Our party were of
various heights, some being tall—I, you know,
am short; but the moment I entered the giant's
presence, I thought myself as tall as any of them,
—so much did his height level by comparison the
petty differences among us. I drew from the
circumstance this moral lesson:—how trivial in
the eye of the Deity are all the distinctions among
men! the difference between the highest and the
lowest of rational beings is as nothing in his sight.
I treat not here of the use or abuse of talents;
we ought ever to be humble, but proper humility
is far removed from servility.</p>
            <p>As it appears to be our duty to make ourselves
agreeable, in order to promote the happiness of
others with whom we associate, the first step
towards accomplishing this is to cultivate those
dispositions that will naturally resolve themselves
into pleasing manners,—such as good-humour,
cheerfulness, a willingness to be pleased, as well
as to please; and if any portion of wit rank among
your talents, let it be indulged with good-nature;<pb id="p77" n="77"/>avoid satirical strokes and contemptuous looks. I
have seen more pain communicated by the glance
of an eye than the offender was aware of.</p>
            <p>A happy, well-regulated mind will soon display
itself in the countenance, and throw a charm over
the whole demeanour. No one can be accomplished in good-breeding without an habitual
command over himself—an habitual control over
his own humours—and an habitual observance of
what is agreeable to others. Good-breeding has
been defined to be "an exquisite observance of
the feelings of others, and an invariable respect
for those feelings." Therefore I say, that none
can be thoroughly well-bred without a knowledge
of human nature, nor without a considerable degree of talent for suiting their conversation to
different characters and professions. He who
presides in a mixed company, though he may be
so situated as to be unavoidably obliged to pay
more attention to some than to others, should
nevertheless so manage as that none may be
neglected; and likewise that every one should
be so noticed as to enable him to appear to the
best advantage to the company, as well as to
satisfy himself. If your own intimate friend be
of the party, never take such liberty with him as
to leave him unnoticed; for though you and he
may understand one another, the company does<pb id="p78" n="78"/>not; and it places him in a disrespectful situation
not to have his proper share in the conversation.</p>
            <p>To perform all this with propriety requires
not only a knowledge of individual character, but
an adroitness in catching the opportunity of suiting the topics of discourse to each. To make
every one satisfied that he has filled his own place
with propriety, is an object most desirable to be
accomplished. Should you chance to meet a
person with whom you are at variance, give yourself no supercilious airs, which will hurt the rest of
the company; but treat him with civility, though
honesty may require that it be no more than cold
civility—I mean, distinct from affability, which,
with such exceptions, I would recommend to be
made generally habitual.</p>
            <p>In the present times,<ref id="note7" type="noteref" target="n7">∗</ref> we frequently hear
comparisons drawn between the old and the new
schools of manners: most old persons like what
was customary in their young days, while the
young prefer the present mode. In my opinion,
both have great faults. The stiffness and precision of the old school was unnatural, and destroyed the pleasure of society: its motto might
have been this—"I take a great deal of trouble to
shew you respect, but I shall be very glad when<note id="n7" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note7">
                  <p>Written more than twenty years since.</p>
               </note>
               <pb id="p79" n="79"/>you take leave, that I may lay aside my cumbersome coat of mail, and enjoy my ease again."</p>
            <p>The careless ease of the new school regards not
the comfort of the company, but is individually
selfish. It may be more according to nature, unchastened by right reason and proper principle;
but it has a slighting air, and often a degree of
rude familiarity; its motto is—"I care not for
you: I will take care of myself." These manners
came in with the democratic principles, and appear
to me to consist of selfishness, rudeness, and insubordination.</p>
            <p>True politeness, springing from benevolence,
may assume this motto—"I will not disgust you
by making a disagreeable display of attention, but
it is my delight to make you happy; and I will
arrange every thing quietly, with a view to contribute towards making you so." These three
styles of manners may be compared to three portions of ground:—the first is bounded by hedges,
and hedge-rows of trees cut artificially into shapes,
so very straitly trained, that not a leaf is in a state
of ease. This is nature with her feet in the stocks.
In the second, every thing grows as it lists: propriety, and the beauty of order, are despised; restraint of every kind is deprecated; all things run
into confusion; the most salubrious plants are
choked, and the ground is overrun with thorns,<pb id="p80" n="80"/>which molest you at every step. This is nature
run wild. The third is a well-cultivated garden,
where all the plants are so disposed that none of
them oppress another; where all grow easily, and
in the state and situation which conduce to their
perfection. This is nature in order, yet at ease.</p>
            <p>I cannot leave this subject without lamenting
that there are many persons, possessed of great virtues, who render themselves disagreeable members
of society by not attending to the importance of
manners, and by not considering that it is a branch
of duty to keep a command over their own tempers and humours—good manners being strictly
allied to good temper. There are others, who
appear perfectly well-bred in public, because they
know that the world will not otherwise endure
them; but who, throwing aside their breeding,
like their company-suit, when they arrive at home,
are rude and surly in their own family. All this
is contrary to the spirit of the Gospel; and whatever such persons may think of themselves, they
are deficient in Christian morality. Some others
affect to look on all politeness as hypocrisy, and
determine to be rough because they are honest.
It is admitted that truth is paramount; but politeness and truth may unite in their proper degree.</p>
            <p>Subordinate virtues must always give place to
higher ones, when separation is required; but we<pb id="p81" n="81"/>are not at all times called upon to bring forward
disagreeable truths; although, when called upon,
we must not disguise them, nor flinch from their
declaration. Still, we need not aggravate them by
unnecessary asperity on our own part: let us combine benevolence with truth as much as possible. Our every action should be derived from these two
branches of the divine law—love to God, and love
to our neighbour; not that we can be always
thinking of these high principles, but our habits
should be formed upon them.</p>
            <p>Love to God leads directly to obedience; and
he has manifested his will to us in two ways, by
the law of nature, and by divine revelation. They
are perfectly consonant with each other; but let
us beware that we do not mistake the workings of
a heated imagination for a revelation, nor the inordinateness of our own passions for the law of
nature.</p>
            <p>Good sense and intercourse with the world
should be sufficient to teach us the subordinate
parts of politeness; yet, as the principles of good
taste and good habits are best formed in youth,
attention should be early paid to the acquirement
of the graces,—such as language, deportment,
motion, and other requisites that distinguish the
gentleman or the lady from the vulgar plebeian.</p>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2335">
            <pb id="p82" n="82"/>
            <head type="main">EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER<lb/>ON<lb/>THE PURSUITS OF TASTE.</head>
            <p>I HAVE chosen a singular subject to treat of in
this letter, viz. the evils incident to the cultivation
of taste. I have met with a sentiment in more
than one author—the names of whom I have forgotten (I think one was Dr. Beattie)—to this
purport, that the progress of man's improvement
in moral virtue would be found in proportion to
his advancement in the refinements of taste. This,
we must admit, is what ought to be the case.
Taste is the perception of excellence, and when
improved and refined, should naturally produce
refinement in every department. But I am afraid
this does not prove to be the fact. Examine the
history of past ages—look on the transactions of
the present times,—and you will find that morality
has not kept pace either with the progress of intellectual acquirements or the improvement of
taste. A refined age has never been a moral one;
and it is well worth inquiring what is the cause of
this. I am afraid it must be traced to the perverse
nature of man, which is too apt to give a wrong<pb id="p83" n="83"/>direction to those faculties that were bestowed on
him for good.</p>
            <p>We are born merely sentient beings: through
the medium of the senses we at first receive every
idea. As the law is a schoolmaster to bring men
unto Christ, so should the senses be considered as
schoolmasters to bring us to higher departments
of mind. When reason dawns, the senses supply
it with materials to work upon; and by reason we
come to perceive the excellence of moral virtue.
I am not at present to treat of religion, which gives
the finishing touch to the whole; or, I would
rather say, it is the basis from which the whole
should arise, and ought indeed to be regarded as
the beginning and finishing of every good work.
But it is the subordinate parts of our conduct I
would here consider, which, always in connexion
with religion, ought to give their aid in our progress towards perfection. We err in making the
senses more than our schoolmasters—we make
them our masters through life. The objects of the
senses give us pleasure; and it so happens, that
when the powers of the understanding become
more cultivated, we refine at the same time the
perceptions of taste, not only in its higher, but
also in its lower spheres; and being prone to
indulge present enjoyment, shut our eyes upon<pb id="p84" n="84"/>the future. Finding so many things around us
calculated to give us pleasure, we loiter in our
way, and, to adopt the words of a clergyman,
"become fettered in the limbo of earthly enjoyment." We forget that we have before us an
ascent to climb: we forget to use the great duties
of fortitude, self-denial, and patience; these, with
diligence in moral attainments, are neglected;
and, what is worst of all, we forget the bounds
prescribed for the legitimate enjoyment of these
things: we forget that we are formed for a higher
state of existence, whither these objects of the
senses will not follow us. The vices of luxury
insinuate themselves, and we grow sensual and
selfish; in short, to adopt a modern phrase, "we
become demoralised."</p>
            <p>We have to be instructed by experience, that
when we seek to heighten our taste for temporal
pleasure beyond a certain degree, we deprive the
objects of it of their power of pleasing. It is
known of certain material substances, that if refined beyond a certain degree, they are thereby
weakened. Similar effects appear to be produced
by a high cultivation of taste: by too much refinement, the avenues to offence are enlarged; disgust
is felt for whatever falls short of our ideas of perfection, which can but seldom be realised; and we<pb id="p85" n="85"/>become fastidious. The eye and ear, desirous of
gratification, find continual occasions of complaint,
—at one time exhausted with satiety, at another
shocked by impropriety. This fastidiousness is
extended to our taste in character: persons of real
worth are rejected, because in the subordinate
parts of their manner or conduct, there is something offensive to our capricious ideas of refinement. This is a morbid sensibility, that militates
against the higher departments of virtue. We
argue not in favour of coarseness and rusticity,
which should be avoided in our own manner as
much as possible; but every thing has its just
balance, and the point where purity and strength
unite is most to be desired: indeed, where strength
yields to an imaginary degree of refinement (for
real purity will ever coalesce with it), impurity of
some kind or other will be ready to step in.</p>
            <p>We are called to a warfare; we have a distant
country to conquer; and a crown is to be the reward of our victory. What would you think of
the soldier who, knowing this, allows himself to
be enticed by the beauty of a green valley he finds
in the way, and, throwing aside his arms, falls
asleep, forgetting that he has to encounter dangers,
to elude snares, to ascend mountains, to assist his
more feeble companions, to practise caution with<pb id="p86" n="86"/>the designing, to oppose force to the violent?
With equal reason, I may ask, will these great
lessons be learned by the attention being directed
almost exclusively to the cultivation of the fine
arts and belles-lettres, which (at least in female
education) appear in the present time to engross so much more than their due proportion
of study?</p>
            <p>Yet these acquirements have their use, and
an important use too, when under proper control.
Whatever produces higher degrees of excellence
ought, in the first place, to strengthen the principle of adoration of the Deity, who is the author
of all excellence—of gratitude for his goodness,
who has conferred so many sources of enjoyment
upon us, with the single restriction not to abuse
them; and of adoration of his power and wisdom,
exhibited in the wonderful variety of creation, and
in the powers of man, the most wonderful of his
works that we have to contemplate. By all means,
then, cultivate taste: taste, under proper restrictions, will accelerate your progress towards perfection; but cultivate it in subordination to the
higher departments of moral virtue,—to the hardy
virtues—fortitude, magnanimity, patience, self-denial, forbearance with others; adding to these a
due portion of humility and complacency in your<pb id="p87" n="87"/>intercourse with society. Taste and genius, wit
and humour, are valued endowments, but require,
more than any other, the counterpoise of a steady,
sound judgment, to keep them in a right direction;
and, to adopt the words of the poet,<ref id="note8" type="noteref" target="n8"/>
               <q direct="unspecified">
                  <lg type="fragment">
                     <l>"To prune their wild branches away."</l>
                  </lg>
               </q>
            </p>
            <note id="n8" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note3">
               <p>Shenstone.</p>
            </note>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2371">
            <pb id="p88" n="88"/>
            <head type="main">EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER<lb/>TO<lb/>A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.</head>
            <p>A SAYING, which has become proverbial, presents 
itself to my mind as being worthy of examination
with regard to its truth, namely, "That persons
possessed of strong retentive memories are generally found to have weak judgments; and so of
the reverse—that extensive minds and weak
memories are usually united."</p>
            <p>That it is generally true, I cannot believe; for,
viewed as a whole, nature is undoubtedly consistent
in her operations. What is intended to be strong,
is usually so in all its proportions, according to
my observation; while what is designed to be
more feeble and delicate, is constituted weaker in
all its parts; and such is the case in the development of human character.
    Nevertheless, as there are particular instances
of the incongruity above mentioned, it may not be
altogether uninstructive to inquire into what may
produce such effects. I apprehend that they generally arise from the following causes:—A person
of strong memory may be able to furnish his mind
with the labours of others, without much trouble<pb id="p89" n="89"/>to himself in the exercise of thinking; and pleased
by the opinions that are presented to him, he will
adopt them on a cursory view, and adhere to them
without inquiring how far they bear investigation.
Persons of this kind are too apt to follow leaders
implicitly. Ask such a one his opinion on any
subject, and he will immediately recollect what
some favourite author or acquaintance of ability
has said upon it; while a person of a different
mind would apply himself to thinking, and form
an opinion for himself, aided, perhaps, by that of
others, but not without investigation. It is not,
however, from want of capacity that the possessors
of strong memory act thus; but from indolence of
mind in not bringing their reasoning powers into
action. The natural effect of memory is to
strengthen the faculty of judgment: we bring the
labours of others under review, weigh them in the
balance of reason, and while reaping much benefit
and instruction from contemplating the varieties
of mind, are not enslaved by adhering to any
without being rationally convinced by the active
operation of our own judgment. It is of great
importance that the mind should acquire independent strength,—the power of reasoning and
deciding for itself. But while I say this, it is
proper to add, that it is not only safe, but necessary, that a young person, whose judgment has<pb id="p90" n="90"/>not arrived at maturity, should act under more
experienced direction. Happy they who have
virtuous teachers! It is necessary to impress on
the pupil that subordination to teachers is an
imperative duty; but it is also fit that the mind
should exercise itself on all the instructions it
receives: to weigh them, to digest them, will
enable the young to comprehend the reason of
things, or to detect the errors of their tutors, if
they have any; and thus, when the days of self-direction arrive, they will be able to walk with
care and firmness.</p>
            <p>Such exercise as I recommend will induce discretion and candour, not obstinacy; for a well-regulated mind will think liberally and generously,
and will never be improperly tenacious. The
firmness of a sound judgment is very different
from a headstrong self-sufficiency, and is more
naturally connected with humility.</p>
            <p>But I leave this part of the subject, to consider
the case of a strong, or rather retentive memory,
combined with a weak intellect. I have known
an individual of this kind remember accurately all
that was told him, without understanding the
meaning of any thing: nay, more, I have known
such a one, when employed in executing small
matters, come home, and give a good account of
these transactions, without forgetting one parti-<pb id="p91" n="91"/>cular: and yet there was no mind in all this—it
was a kind of automatonism. On the other hand, I
have known another, of rather extensive mind, on
some especial occasion, forget one-half of what he
had to accomplish. The causes, however, of such
differences of conduct are obvious. In the first
instance, there was nothing to divide the attention—no excursion of the imagination—no collateral
streams breaking in to dissipate the chain of
slender thought. But that cannot be considered
a good memory which could only act upon so narrow a field, though, by being faithfully employed,
it was of considerable use to its possessor and his
employers. And if the low capacity of the first is
not to be envied, much less is the inattention of
the second to be imitated; for it is certainly not
only in the power of every sound mind, but also
our duty, to concentrate our attention on the business we have in hand. Nor is this application
inconsistent with what I would recommend to
young persons, namely, to allow nought that comes
within the sphere of their observation to pass unnoticed, whether it be great or little. There is
nothing that may not yield some instruction, if
examined with a view to utility, whether comprising incidents, events, opinions, characters, morals,
sciences, or arts. The methods by which arts are
accomplished—the conduct of Providence—re-<pb id="p92" n="92"/>ligion,—let nothing pass unheeded. I think I
hear you inquire, How am I to pursue knowledge
on an extensive scale, if every minute circumstance
is to be attended to? I answer, By the power of
arrangement. For want of this arrangement, we
often see men of great talents make strange, awkward figures in the world: they appear absent
and inconsistent, by bringing with them the habits
of the closet into the field of active life. Observation will do little good without reflection. I would
not wish you to be like the butterfly, fluttering
from flower to flower, without appearing to have
any end in view; but like the bee, which settles
on the blossom till it has extracted its sweets,
which it carries home to its cell, where, separating
the honey from extraneous substances, it arranges
every thing with the most perfect symmetry, feeds
upon the rich treasure, and digests it, and lives
by it. Yet with the bee there is a time for every
thing,—a time to collect materials—a time to
prepare them for use—and a time to use them.</p>
            <p>It was remarked to me by a very intelligent
gentleman, "that we generally esteem those to
be great characters who despise little things, and
embrace only the great and magnanimous in
their conduct." But in this, such individuals,
though admired, do not resemble the Deity, whose
providence encompasseth the greatest of all and<pb id="p93" n="93"/>the least; whom the heaven of heavens cannot
contain, yet without whom a sparrow falleth not
to the ground. Methinks I hear you say, with
astonishment, Shall such feeble mortals as we
presume to imitate the incomprehensible God?
God has graciously revealed himself to us for our
imitation in what may be called his imitable perfections. He is in heaven, and we on earth; yet
we are permitted to look up with humble confidence, to catch a ray from the light of the Divine
Mind to illuminate and strengthen our own.
Divine assistance being promised to our endeavours, all that is contended for is a faithful and
diligent use of those faculties and aids that he
confers upon us.</p>
            <p>But an example is brought nearer home to us
in the conduct of such persons as we have known
and lived with. [Here follow, in the original,
the characters of a lady and gentleman, (not related to each other,) who were well known to the
author of these pages, and who were enabled to
perform various and important duties by the aid
of arrangement. This, however, is always to be
understood as only a means in connexion with
higher principles.]</p>
            <p>You will easily infer, from the tenour of this
letter, that I wish to recommend habitual activity
of mind, habitual attention to business in hand,<pb id="p94" n="94"/>and habitual observation; though each of these
must be so regulated as to be more or less predominant, according to the importance of the
object in view: and in all your occupations, I
would further impress on you the importance of
arrangement and order.</p>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2405">
            <pb id="p95" n="95"/>
            <head type="main">EXTRACTS FROM A LETTER<lb/>TO A YOUNG PERSON,<lb/>ON THE<lb/>INEFFICACY OF GOOD WORKS WITHOUT RELIGION.<lb/>(WRITTEN MANY YEARS AGO.)</head>
            <p>SOME months since, our estimable clergyman gave
us an excellent discourse on the following text:
"Let your light so shine before men, that they,
seeing your good works, may glorify your Father
which is in heaven." He proceeded to shew, with
great propriety, how the good works of Christians
had a natural tendency to manifest the glory of
God to all intelligent beings. They could not,
he said, use more effectual means for inspiring
men with love, adoration, and imitation of the
Deity, who is the author of all excellence, than
by displaying the excellence of moral virtue in
their own characters; while the influence of their
pure principles and conduct would have an irresistible, though silent effect, in reclaiming many
who were originally disposed to be inimical to the
Gospel. It was much to be lamented, he acknowledged, that the example of Christians did not
enlighten the world in that degree that might be
expected; and the reasons of this it would be<pb id="p96" n="96"/>useful to inquire into. He then traced the inefficiency of example to different causes; but of these
I cannot give a particular account. Among them
was the imperfection in the lives of the best of
professing Christians, and likewise the mixture of
worldly motives sometimes betrayed in the performance of good works. These defects the
enemies of religion were extremely acute in detecting, and eager to turn to the disadvantage of
the Christian profession.</p>
            <p>But there was one cause, he said, why the
good works of Christians in these latter days shone
with less splendour than when the Sun of Righteousness shed his first beams on the world; and
that he was proud to mention, because it redounded
to the honour of the Christian name: it was, that
the light of the Gospel had, in a high degree, raised
the tone of morals in society at large, and even
with those who did not embrace the Christian
faith. Of course, the lives of Christians had lost
something of that splendour which shone around
them amid the moral darkness of former ages;
and we must look back to the depravity and
superstition of the days of heathen antiquity before
we can fully appreciate all we owe to the Christian
religion.</p>
            <p>The light that has indirectly, as well as more
directly, proceeded gradually from it, has im-<pb id="p97" n="97"/>proved and ameliorated every department of
society; and the pure and mild virtues of Christianity have even had considerable influence in
softening the rigours of war between hostile
nations.</p>
            <p>The tenour of this discourse, in setting forth
the benignant influence of the Gospel upon society,
even where it was not directly embraced, recalled
to my mind a proverbial expression, which one,<ref id="note9" type="noteref" target="n9">∗</ref> if
not more, of our poets has adopted, viz. "He
can't be wrong whose life is in the right." It
may be useful to inquire into the truth of this
aphorism. The sentiment is certainly just, if we
take the word "life" in its fullest extent; and
could we trace men's lives in all their bearings,
we should then be qualified to decide who are in
the right, and who are in the wrong: but this
knowledge belongs to God alone. It is, therefore,
only with the external conduct that we have to
do: when that is right, charity obliges us to conclude that what we do not see is right also; but
in scrutinising our own characters, it is of the
highest importance that we should be conscious of
our rectitude in the eye of our Maker.</p>
            <p>The Christian religion lays its foundation in
the heart. By this, say some divines, it evinces<note id="n9" n="*" place="end" anchored="yes" target="note9">
                  <p>Pope.</p>
               </note>
               <pb id="p98" n="98"/>its excellence; because, unless the heart be right,
no stability in the moral conduct can be expected.
This is right, so far as it goes, but it does not
embrace the whole truth; for it is the heart, viz.
the inner man, which is <emph rend="italic">the man:</emph> it is the inner
man which must appear, to stand or fall, in the
presence of God: every thing else is temporary.</p>
            <p>All the commandments of God proceed from
infinite wisdom. He has made good works an
express condition of salvation, and they will be
found valuable in many ways: they are a means
of purifying our own hearts; and, by action and
reaction, they tend also to purify the hearts of
other men. Moral conduct is at the same time
the offspring and the nurse of benevolence; good
works promote the spirit of love, which is essential to the spiritual life; and are profitable for
ameliorating the condition of men in society. But
with regard to the last-mentioned effect, it may
here be remarked, that society itself is only temporary. It is obvious that I am not treating of
such kind of good works as the promulgation of
the Gospel, or of any of those benevolent acts that
have the eternal interests of our fellow-creatures
for their object; but of works that have only the
promoting of the earthly happiness of society in
view.</p>
            <p>Still, we may be certain, that where good works<pb id="p99" n="99"/>—even earthly good works—do not exist, all is
not right in the inner man. It is the nature of
spirit to impel to action; and let none flatter
themselves that their spirit is a right one, if it is
inclined to satisfy itself with visionary ideas of
excellence, and solace itself in contemplation,
without corresponding actions. As we have seen
above, a person's moral conduct may, so far as
regards society, appear to our observation unexceptionable, at the same time that the character
possesses no excellence in the sight of God. In
such a one's conduct, there is nothing that connects the soul with a future world—he lives
without God; and yet, as a member of society,
may do much good, while his views extend not
beyond the present life. We must therefore never
lose sight of this great truth, that, as love to God
is the first and great commandment, so piety to
him is the first of moral virtues. If we be thoroughly and rationally embued with this piety, the
whole of our moral conduct will, comparatively
speaking, be pure. It will prove a fountain of
living waters, sprinkling the most trivial of our
actions; but without piety, the best works which
regard only society will bring no beneficial consequences to ourselves beyond the present life.
We are not required to be always thinking of
religion; but if it lie firmly rooted in the heart,<pb id="p100" n="100"/>it will have a constant, though to us often an
insensible, operation. The indirect and insensible influence of the example and effects of
Christianity upon society is, then, the cause why
we have so many instances in the world of men
whose moral conduct is, to a considerable degree,
good, though they have not embraced the Christian religion. They wish well to society, but they
look not beyond the grave. It occurs to me that
every man has three departments in which to
sustain his character: first, in his duty towards
God—let him examine himself with regard to
that, and if it be right, all is well; secondly, in
his conduct in public life; thirdly, in his conduct in private life. Now, it not unfrequently
happens that a man is highly to be esteemed in
the second of these departments, who is egregiously deficient in the other two; and our own
minds will suggest to our remembrance many
such instances. If a man's public conduct have
done essential benefit to society, he is certainly
entitled to public gratitude: but in the ardour
of this sentiment, let us beware of imitation;
for the gratitude of nations will neither sanctify
a man's private vices, nor prove a passport for
him into the kingdom of heaven.</p>
            <p>There are men, too, whose character assumes
the milk of human kindness in its external fea-<pb id="p101" n="101"/>tures, and whose manners are all gentleness and
fascination; while in private conduct their steps
take hold of hell. Let not your soul be bewitched
by any character destitute of religious principle.
Some people, yea, some Churches, go so far as to
say that all good works—nay, that all natural
dispositions, how much soever they may partake
of the benevolent and amiable,—have the nature
of sin, unless the whole soul is regenerated. I
do not agree in this: good works are good so
far as they go, but if not connected with piety
to God, reach not in their effects beyond the present life. Good natural dispositions are, like our
natural powers, a gift from God, and as such
ought not to be depreciated; but like all the
talents which he bestows upon us, they require
to be cultivated and established by religious principle, and will otherwise prove evanescent in the
day of trial.</p>
            <p>But who can purify himself by his own
strength? Our reason enables us to perceive the
difference between good and evil, and to comprehend the beauty and excellence of moral virtue.
But reason cannot alter one disposition of the
heart: here its power ends, and it must yield its
place to religion—though, hand in hand, they
must go on for ever. A change of heart can only
be effected by the finger of God. The talents<pb id="p102" n="102"/>which he has previously bestowed upon us, must
notwithstanding be exercised; which exercise he
requires at our hands, and has promised to assist
our endeavours in a gradual progress towards
perfection. To God we must apply, through
Jesus Christ, "who is the way, the truth, and
the life," the only access to the Father, the Captain of salvation to all who believe and obey him,
the Dispenser of the power to become the sons
God. But our talents must be occupied; if this
is not done, we are not faithful servants; and we
know that fidelity in this respect is a means of
obtaining farther powers, according to the promise of God; and we also know the doom that 
awaits the unfaithful servant.</p>
            <p>Waiting upon God in rational and ardent devotion must not be neglected; yet there is an ardour
we do not recommend, and that is the ardour of
enthusiasm. Should the question be put, What
is enthusiasm? I define it to be something that
mingles too much of human passions and feelings
in our religion; a kind of nervous excitement,
not the well-grounded principle that should possess the heart. It fixes on something visionary.
It is, I hope, generally sincere; but is too apt to
prove evanescent: it is the glow of the meteor,
not the steady light of the sun; it rises and
swells, and sinks again. In short, enthusiasm is<pb id="p103" n="103"/>intoxication; true religion is sobriety of mind.
It consists in a strong and steady determination
to persevere in obeying the will of God, accompanied by prayer for Divine aid to enable us to
perform our resolution. This embraces all active
duties, and waiting upon God in prayer; reading
and meditating on the Scriptures; maintaining
an habitual impression of the presence of God,
accompanied by all that we understand of divine
love, gratitude, trust, and adoration; to which
we may add, hope in the Divine favour. The
vital principle of religion is like the life-blood of
the heart, which is continually flowing and sustaining life and vigour in the system: though
we do not feel it in its operation, we know by its
effects that it is in action.</p>
         </div1>
         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2462">
            <pb id="p104" n="104"/>
            <head type="main">THOUGHTS ON BAPTISM.</head>
            <p>UPON considering the sentiments of the late
Robert Hall, as expressed in his controversy with
some of his Baptist brethren, regarding the point
whether we Pædo-baptists should be admitted to
free communion with them, the Adult-baptists
(which free communion Mr. Hall defends),—the
following questions arose in my mind as worthy
of attention.</p>
            <p>First, what is the nature of baptism? It appears to me, from reading the Scriptures, that it
is both a symbol and a seal of a covenant. Mr.
Hall admits that water-baptism is only a symbol
of a higher baptism—the baptism of the Holy
Spirit,—which latter is necessary to salvation;
and if it be found that the great Master of the
ordinance has conferred the higher baptism upon
persons unbaptised with water, we may well ask
of ourselves, with the apostle Peter, in the case
of Cornelius and his household, "Who are we,
that we should withstand God?"</p>
            <p>Still, it is necessary that the ordinance of
water-baptism should be observed by all professing Christians, as expressly commanded by Christ,
and enforced by the example of the apostles, who<pb id="p105" n="105"/>administered it to all converts upon their confessing their belief that Jesus Christ was the Son
of God. Though Mr. Hall considers us as unbaptised, yet as this has not arisen from a wilful act
of disobedience, but from a mistake in the mode
of administering the rite; and as it has appeared
in all ages, since the practice of infant sprinkling
was adopted, that many so baptised have been
blessed by Christ with the baptism of the Holy
Spirit,—he concludes that our error is not fundamental, and that we should be admitted to free
communion. For his reasoning on this point,
the second volume of his posthumous works must
be consulted.</p>
            <p>This conclusion settles the point with me;
and indeed it was my opinion before reading
Mr. Hall's remarks, that water-baptism is only a
symbol of a higher baptism, and that the higher
baptism may be conferred by Christ on persons
unbaptised with water. This belief may console
the minds of those whose infants or other dear
relations have died unbaptised: still, when the
rite can be administered, in obedience to the
commands of Christ, it ought not to be neglected.
The wisdom and utility of the ordinance will be
more clearly perceived when we consider it as
the seal of a covenant.</p>
            <p>In this covenant we have three contracting<pb id="p106" n="106"/>parties: first, the minister on the part of Christ,
who engages to confer the higher baptism on the
candidate, if his engagements are followed up by
sincere endeavours to serve God; secondly, the
candidate for baptism, who engages to be faithful
according to the power given him to walk in
obedience to all the precepts of the Gospel, the
doctrines of which he professes to believe. Whether he performs subsequently to baptism all that
he has undertaken, can be known only to the
great Searcher of hearts, as the chief evidence
must be shewn in the inward man. We are, however, told in Scripture to judge of men's characters by their fruits; and when we see a man's
external conduct consistent with his profession,
we have reason to conclude that the higher baptism is conferred. This leads me to observe that
there is a third contracting party, the Church,
who must rest satisfied with external fruits; but
who, nevertheless, engages to receive the baptised
into all charitable fellowship, and to consider him
as a brother.</p>
            <p>Now, it is plain that infants cannot themselves engage to live a holy life; and in this view
the Pædo-baptists are, as Mr. Hall says, not baptised. Nevertheless, infant baptism has been found
extremely useful in all Christian countries where
it has been practised, when followed up by sin-<pb id="p107" n="107"/>cerity in the parent, and docility in the child;
and if it do not amount to the full signification
of the ordinance as originally instituted, it may
justly be ranked among the helps mentioned in
1 Cor. xii. 28. Every man who presents his child
for baptism, if he be rightly instructed in the
nature of the ordinance, even according to our
interpretation of it, recognises himself as a baptised person: and will not this naturally produce
in himself the practice of self-examination (as at
the Lord's Supper), and holy resolutions of amendment of life? The engagements he is under, to
bring up his child in the nurture and admonition
of the Lord, must, if he be an upright man, produce sentiments in his mind at once solemn and
devout, tender and interesting. Does not, then,
such an ordinance as this give the child the
fairest chance of being trained in the fear and
love of the Lord? We cannot tell how much
of the Spirit may be infused by means of a good
education; besides which, it has a fair chance
of operating upon the parent himself, as a restraint
upon deviating from the right path in his own
person. He may say to himself, "How am I
fulfilling my engagements to my Saviour and to
my child?)" Engagements entered into at the
Lord's table are of the same nature; but the
shame of having an unbaptised member in the<pb id="p108" n="108"/>family induces many a man, who does not attend
that sacrament, to present his child at the baptismal font. This, I grant, is not the motive that
should be the actuating one; but it is beneficial,
as it carries a man to the church, or to the minister, where he may meet with something that
may do him good, and operate both as a restraint
and stimulus.</p>
            <p>In great towns it is not unfrequently found
that the lower ranks, in order to avoid being catechised by the regular clergyman, adopt certain
arrangements for having the child baptised clandestinely. This practice the regular clergy justly
reprobate, not only on account of the insult put
upon true piety, but because it is often found
that the baptism of children is the only hold the
minister has upon the parents.</p>
            <p>But let us consider, in another point of view,
how far we Pædo-baptists may not have ground
to believe ourselves really baptised. With this
view, we will, in the first place, take a glance at
the state of the Church when the ordinance was
instituted, and at its condition in later times;—secondly, let us consider whether or not the great
Head of the Church has given his sanction to
infant baptism, by never having expressed displeasure at it, but, on the contrary, having undoubtedly conferred the higher baptism on many<pb id="p109" n="109"/>who were never baptised otherwise than by infant
sprinkling;—and, thirdly, whether he may not
have permitted this mode to become prevalent, as
more suited to the subsequent state of the Church.</p>
            <p>It seems generally agreed that the apostles
themselves were not baptised, except by the baptism of John. Hall admits this, at the same time
that he justly says the baptism of John was not
Christian baptism. The apostles were not, on
that account, commanded to be baptised with
water; they received the higher baptism directly
from their divine Master. This was the case
likewise with many of the first converts; they
were the Church, and consequently received other
individuals into their fellowship by baptism,
holding them engaged to act suitably to the
terms of the Gospel; but though these members entered into their engagements for themselves, and not by means of sponsors, many of
them afterwards revoked or violated their baptismal vows. Known unto Christ are his true
servants; but for the satisfaction that the Church
requires as to the purity of the members she
admits, baptism, followed by a pious and moral
life, is all the pledge she can have. If the
parent of the baptised infant, however, has been
faithful, and has brought it up in the nurture
and admonition of the Lord; and if the child<pb id="p110" n="110"/>has been docile, and his character has been
formed by the good education he has received, he
is already a member of the Church; and nothing
more seems requisite than for him to give a public
avowal of his principles by appearing at the Lord's
table. The ceremony of Confirmation used by the
Church of England is a very good help when engaged in with solemnity and sincerity. It is, however, to be kept in mind, that the satisfaction of
the Church is the only point in view; for, as I
have just said, known unto Christ are all his true
servants, whether baptised with water or not;
baptism being only the symbol of repentance, and
that we, having been rebels, are returned to our
allegiance. The baptism of water conferred on
Cornelius and his household appears to be a privilege granted to them by way of asserting their right
to be received as members of the visible Church:
of the Church in heaven, they were previously admitted members. But if the parent of the baptised child has not been faithful to his vows, or if
the child has manifested symptoms of not having
imbibed the good principles his father has endeavoured to instil into him—if he has not acknowledged God by attending public worship, or not
lived according to the instructions inculcated upon
him,—his baptism has then been annulled, and he
has never had its benefits realised. If he repent,<pb id="p111" n="111"/>something should be done to satisfy the Church
that he is sincere in the desire to become a member of it. Of what nature of test should in that
case be adopted, the Church is the best judge:
some think his communicating at the Lord's table
sufficient; but this being done in common with
many others, it passes with little observation, and
something more obvious would therefore be proper.
In like manner, should any person who has lived
a bad life, and thereby rendered his baptism null,
repent at any future time, the same rule should
be observed at his re-admission into the Church.</p>
            <p>A being who has been baptised in infancy,
and brought up in Christian principles, and who
has arrived at manhood a true Christian, is in
some respects (though infinitely inferior to them)
in the same situation as the first converts to
Christianity, who were not commanded to be
baptised after the commandment was issued, as
they were known to be Christians, and their faith
was undoubted. Wherever there is a just cause
of doubt, the Church has a right to demand an
act of allegiance, before it confers the right of
fellowship. That the allegiance declared is sincere, can only be known by the subsequent
conduct.</p>
            <p>In all positive institutions, whether of the
 devotional or symbolical kind, or partaking of a<pb id="p112" n="112"/>mixture of both, which is generally the case, the
first consideration is, that the devotion be performed with a true spirit, evincing faith in the
object of devotion, and truth of heart. In symbolical rites, the spirit of what is symbolised must
be recognised: and thus the spirit of baptism and
the spirit of the Lord's supper coincide.</p>
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         <div1 type="chapter" id="d0e2504">
            <pb id="p113" n="113"/>
            <head type="main">A MEDITATION.</head>
            <p>WITH whatever degree of delight the beauty or
the grandeur of nature may strike the senses, the
enjoyment proves evanescent whenever it ceases to
be connected with the idea of intelligence. The
human mind cannot dwell long on what is inanimate or unintelligent, unless it can associate it in
some manner or other with life. It was this that
caused the poets of heathen antiquity, and others,
to figure the mountains and forests as peopled with
numbers of invisible fictitious beings; and even in
our own times, the superstitious and romantic fill
their imaginations with ideas of unseen spirits in
the haunts of solitude.</p>
            <p>But the cultivated disciple of revelation contemplates the Deity in the most solitary recesses
of the globe; he marks the operation of Divine
intelligence in the most minute modification of
matter, and reads a page of nature's book in the
smallest herb of the field. The lines of this silent
language reach from the depths of the earth to
heaven, and by it the soul ascends on the wings
of devotion to the height of all that we can comprehend of Divine power. This elevation of mind,
chastened by humility, guided by revelation, and<pb id="p114" n="114"/>imbued with the spirit that was in Christ, illuminates our way, without betraying us into the
paths of presumption; and this mental light, when
we contemplate the works of creation, is reflected
upon them, and associates with them the idea of
the Divine presence, which gives a soul to material forms the most lifeless, and to our apprehension touches the whole with a glow of energy.</p>
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