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S E fe M. described, the sentiment of the text is to I.

be found. They are persons who have

no particular complaint to make of the injustice of the world, Or she afflictions of their state. But they are tired of the vanity of the world, of its insipid enjoyments, and its perpetually revolving circle of trifle^ and follies. They feel themselves made for something greater and nobler. They are disgusted and hurt with the scenes of wickedness that are often passing before their eyes. Their hearts are warmed with the thoughts of a purer and more perfect existence designed for man; and in the moments of aspiration after it, the exclamation breaks forth, My foul is weary of my life.O that I had wings like a dove !for then I would fy away and be at rest. Lo then I would wander far off, and remain'in the wilderness. I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest. For I have seen violence and}strife in the city. Wickedness is in the midst thereof deceit and guile depart

fart not from herJlreets*—In this view SERM.
the sentiment in the text may sometimes
be that of a devout man. But such per-
sons I must admonish, that their devo-
tion, how sincere however, is not alto-
gether of a rational and chastened kind.
It was from this temper that, in former
ages of the church, the numerous race
sprung of anchorets, hermits, and all the
various orders who voluntarily abandon-
ed the world, to people the lonely desarts
and the monastic retreat. The ordinary
course of things seemed below them as
candidates for heaven. The concerns of
the world appeared unworthy of their
attention, and dangerous to their virtue.
Breathing after a higher state, they ima-
gined that they could not abstract them-
selves too much from every earthly
amusement, as long as they were forced
to remain in this place of exile.

Vol. IV. B

•Psal. Iv. 6,—n.



SERM." Let us beware of all such imaginary i refinements as produce a total disrelish of our present condition. They are, for the most part, grafted either on disappointed pursuits, or on a melancholy and splenetic cast of mind. They are far from contributing to happiness, and are inconsistent with all the active virtues of man. This life deserves not indeed to be put in competition with that blessed immortality to which God has raised our hopes. But such as it is, it is the gift of God. It is the sphere in which his wisdom has placed us, and appointed us to act our parts. As long as it lasts, we must neither flight the duties which it requires, nor undervalue the innocent enjoyments which it offers. It belongs to a man to live among men as his brethren; which he who declares himself weary of life is not qualified to do with propriety.

Thus I have placed before you, in various views, the sentiment in the text;

and and have shewn in what circumstances, S e R M. and from what causes, that disrelish of vJt—> life arises which is often found among mankind. On a review of the whole, we cannot but acknowledge, that it is oftener to be ascribed to our own vices and follies, than to any other cause. Among the multitudes in the world, to whom at this day life is burdensome, the far greater number is of those who have rendered it so to themselves. Their idleness, their luxury and pleasures, their criminal deeds, their immoderate passions, their timidity and baseness of mind, have dejected them in such a degree, as to make them weary of their existence. Preyed upon by discontent of their own creating, they complain of life when they ought to reprehend themselves.

Various afflictions there doubtless are in the world; many persons with whom we have cause to sympathise, and whom we might reasonably forgive for wishing death to close their sorrows. But of the evils which embitter life, it must be B 2 admitted, SeRM. admitted, that the greater part is such a« \_,-\^j we have brought on ourselves; or at least such as, if we were not wanting to ourselves, might be tolerably supported. When we compute the numbers of those who are disposed to say, My foul is weary of my life, some there are to whom this sentiment is excuseable; but many more among whom it is" in no way justifiable. I admit that/ among the worthiest: and the best, there may be dark moments in which some feeling of this nature may be apt to intrude upon their minds. But with them they are only moments of occasional and passing gloom. They soon recall the vigour of their minds; and return with satisfaction to the discharge of the duties, and to a participa^ tion of the enjoyments, of life.

One great cause of men's becoming weary of life is grounded on the mistaken views of it which they have formed, and the false hopes which they have entertained from it. They have expected a scene of enjoymentj and when they meet


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