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There only minds like yours can do no harmı.
ARGUMENT OF THE SECOND BOOK.
Reflections suggested by the conclusion of the former
book.—Peace among the nations recommended on the ground of their common fellowship in sorrow.Prodigies enumerated. -Sicilian earthquakes.- Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities ly sin.-God the agent in them.-- The philosophy that stops at secondary causes reproved.-pur own late miscar. riages accounted for.--Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau.—But the pulpit, not satire, the proper engine of reformation.—The Reverend Advertiser of engraved sermons.
- Petit-maitre parson.—The good preacher.- Pictures of a theatrical clerical cox comb -Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit reproved.--Apostrophe to popular applause. -Retailers of ancient philosophy expostulated with. Sum of the whole matter.-Effects of sacerdotal mismanagement on the laity: -Their folly and extravagance. The mischiefs of profusion.-- Profusion itself, with all its consequent evils, ascribed, as to its principal cause, to the want of discipline in the universities.
Oh for a lodge in some vaft wilderness,
To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys; And, worse than all, and most to be deplored As human nature's broadeft, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beaft. Then what is man? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man? I would not have a Nave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth, That finews bought and sold have ever earned. No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than faften them on him. We have no llaves at home-Then why abroad? And they themselves once ferried over the wave, That parts us, are emancipate and loosed.