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therefore, we behold a fellow Christian touched with severe calamities, let us behold him with an eye of reverence, and think we see in him the arm of God made visible for his blessing and our own.
"In conclusion, to use the words of a celebrated writer, 'prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament, adversity is the blessing of the New, which carrieth the greater benediction, and the clearer revelation of God's favor. Yet even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearse-like airs as carols. And the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job, than the felicities of Solomon.'" *
The writer of this Memoir is tempted to add some extracts from an Imitation of the Thirteenth Satire of Juvenal, which were composed by the author of the above discourse about the time of his leaving school.
"On every crime attends the curse of sin,
"Believe me , tho' each rampant crime
Spread wide and wider on the wings of time,
* Lord Bacon.
If crimes like these so oft arrest thine eyes,
"A time there was, ere England learned to school Her flippant offspring by the Gallic rule, When Britons smiled, of native worth possest; Tho' poor, contented; tho' religious, blest;
Ere James, deserted, fled his ravish'd realm;
Or conq'ring William seized th' unguided helm;
Ere Stuart's line became the public scorn;
Ere George was thought of, or ere Ann was born;
Ere royal birth-days fill'd the bloated town,
Or beds of straw were chang'd for beds of down;
While Britain yet the mystic Three ador'd,
And own'd one God, one Spirit, and one Lord;
Ere honor was, or nature rear'd her head,
A spurious brood of sceptic error bred;
Ere civic frenzy swell'd each patriot breast,
Or reason sunk the man beneath the beast;
Ere death's red garb insulted freedom wore,
Clad in the terrors of the Gallic shore;
Ere bold adulterers, a titled crowd,
By peers ennobled and with princes proud,
In specious guise denied the Christian creed,
The crime disclaiming, tho' they own the deed;
Ere man each tie of moral duty broke,
Or Public virtue was a Public joke;
"A time there was (but, ah! that time is past)
"Now if a friend repay his sacred trust,
If e'er we view a man, whose honest heart, Rich in itself, can spurn the gloss of art;Fall at its Maker's feet in sacred awe, Glow at his bounties, and revere his law;In virtue bold despise the beaten course, And shine a Kenyon or a Wilberforce:With careful eyes his reverend form we trace, And mark each feature of his awful face, What beaming hope! What animated grace!Anxious we watch the great portentous sight, Lest heav'n should wrap the impious world in night;Lest golden ears should tip the waving grain, Or streams of milk rush whirling to the main.
"You idly groan o'erwhelm'd in grief profound, Because, perhaps, you've lost an hundred pound; While thousands round that beg their daily food Are twice as wretched, yet are twice as good; Then cease we thus our happier lot to blame, Happier than human merits e'er can claim, Since watchful scrutiny, where'er we go, Points at some deadlier wound, some keener woe; And yet in all religion still may find A latent blessing dealt to all mankind."
"Bursting with rage you strain your brazen voice, With all the mighty impotence of noise;
"' Hear'st thou, great heaven, (with lifted arms you cry,) This wretch who dares your utmost pow'r defy; And do no thunders dash him to the tomb, No whirlwinds tear him, and no fires consume? Why do our pray'rs adore thy sacred name, Unless our merits thy protection claim?
Must rampant vice still triumph over laws,
"Let those whose griefs require a Burdctfs skill,
"Yet if each merchant mourn a greater loss, From Smithfield market down to Charing-Cross; If infidels can scoff, and patriots cheat, Alike at Paul's, St. James's, and the Fleet;