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2. Heaven, I said, was merciful!" Or," exclaimed he "I could not have been thus guilty. What has it not done to bless, and to save me !—I have been too strong for Omnipotence; I have plucked down ruin.” I said, the blessed Redeemer-"Hold hold! you wound me! That is the rock on which I split:-I denied his name

3. Refusing to hear any thing from me, or take any thing from the physician, he lay silent, as far as sudden darts of pain would permit, till the clock struck; Then with vehemence he exclaimed:-"Oh! time! time! it is fit thou shouldest thus strike thy murderer to the heart !-How art thop fled forever! A month!-Oh, for a single week! I ask not for years! though an age were too little for the much I have to do."

4. On my saying we could not do too much that heaven was a blessed place--" So much the worse.--'Tis lost! 'tis lost. Heaven is to me the severest part of hell!" Soon after, I proposed prayer--" Pray you that can, I nevI cannot pray--nor need I. Is not Heaven on my side already? It closes with my conscience. severest strokes but second my own."

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5. Observing that his friend was much touched at this, even to tears--(who could forbear? I could not)--with a most affectionate look, he said. 6. Keep those tears for thyself. I have undone thee--Dost thou weep for me? That is cruel. What can pain me more?" Here his friend, too much affected, would have left him..

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"No stay--thou still mayest hope; therefore hear How madly have I talked! How madly hast thou listened and believed! But look on my present state, as a full answer to thee, and to myself. This body is all weakness and pain; but my soul, as if stung up by torment to greater strength and spirit, is full powerful to reason; full mighty to suffer, And that, which thus triumphs within the jaws of immortality, is doubtless immortal--And, as for a Deity, nothing less than an 'Almighty could inflict what

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7. I was about to congratulate this passive, involuntary confessor, on his asserting the two prime articles of his creed, extorted by the rack of nature, when he thus very passionately, exclaimed:-" No, no! let me speak on. have not long to speak--My much injured friend! my soul

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Remorse for the past, throws my thoughts on the Worse dread for the future, strikes it back on the past. I turn, and turn, and find no ray Didst hou feel half the mountain that is on me, thou wouldst struggle with the matyr for his stake; and bless heaven for the flames!--that is not an everlasting flame; that is not an unquenchable fire!"

9. How were we struck! yet soon after, still more.-With what an eye of distraction, what a face of despair, he cried out!" My principles have poisoned my friend; my extravagance has beggared my boy! my unkindness has murdered my wife !--And is there another hell? Oh & thou blasphemed, yet indulgent LORD GOD! Hell itself is a refuge, if it hide me from thy frown!"

10. Soon after his understanding failed. His terrified imagination uttered horrors not to be repeated, or ever forgotten. And ere the sun (which I hope has seen few like him) arose, the gay, young, noble, ingenuous, accom. plished, and most wretched Altamont, expired!

11. If this is a man of pleasure, what is a man of pain? How quick, how total, is the transit of such persons! In what a dismal gloom they set forever! how short, alas! the day of their rejoicing! For a moment they glitter' they dazzle! In a momeut where are they? Oblivion covers their memories. Ah! would it did! Infamy snatches them from oblivion. lp the long living annals of infamy their triumphs are recorded.

12. Thy sufferings, poor Altamont! still bleed in the bosom of thy heart-stricken friend--for Altamont had friend. He might have had many. His transient morning might have been the dawn of an immortal day. His name might nave been gloriously enrolled in the records of eternity. His memory might have left a sweet fragrance behind it, grateful to the surviving friend, salutary to the succeeding generation.

13. With what capacity was he endowed; with what advantages, for being greatly good! But with the talents of an angel, a man may be a fool. If he judges amiss in the supreme point, judging right in all else, but aggravates his folly; as it shows him wrong, though blessed with the best capacity of being right. Dr. Young.

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The vices and follies of men should excite compassion rather than ridicule.

Democritus.

I FIND it impossible to reconcile myself

to a melancholy philosophy

Heraclitus. And I am equally unable to approve of that wain philosophy, which teaches men to despise and ridicule one another. To a wise and feeling mind, the world appears in a wretched and painful light.

Democritus. Thou art too much affected with the state of things, and this is a source of misery to thee.

Heraclitus. And I think thou art too little moved by it. Thy mirth and ridicule bespeak the buffoon, rather than the philosopher. Does it not excite thy compassion, to see mankind so trail, so blind, so far departed from the rules of virtue?

Democritus. I am excited to laughter, when I see so much impertinence and folly.

Heraclitus. And yet after all, they, who are the objects of thy ridicule, include not only mankind in general, but the persons with whom thou livest, thy friends, thy family, pay even thyself.

Democritus, I care very little for all the silly persons I meet with; and think I am justifiable in diverting myself with their folly.

Heraclitus. If they are weak and foolish, it marks nei ther wisdom nor humanity, to insult rather than pity them. But is it certain, that thou art not as extravagant as they are?

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Democritus, I presume that I am not; since in every point, my sentiments are the very reverse of theirs. Heraclitus. There are follies of different kinds. constantly amusing thyself with the errors and misconduct of others, thou mayst render thyself equally ridiculous and culpable.

Democritus. Thou art at liberty to indulge such senti-ments; and to weep over me too, if thou hast any tears to spare. For my part, I cannot refrain from pleasing myself with the levities and ill conduct of the world about me.Are not all men foolish or irregular in their lives?

Heraclitus. Alas! there is but too much reason to believe, they are so and on this ground, I pity and depiore their condition. We agree in this point, that men do noconduct themselves according to reasonable and just prio ciples: but 1, who do not suffer myself to act as they do, mast yet regard the dictates of my understanding and feelings, which compel me to love them, and that love it's me with compassion for their mistakes and irregularities.— Canst thou condemn me for pitying my own species, my brethern, persons born in the same condition of life, and destined to the same hopes and priviléges? If thou shouldest enter a hospital, where sick and wounded persons reside, would their wounds and distresses excite thy mirth? And yet, the evils of the body bear no comparison with those of the mind. Thou wouldest certainly blush at thy barbarity, if thou hadst been so unfeeling as to laugh at or despise a poor miserable being who had lost one of his legs; and yet thou art so destitute of humanity, as to ridicule those who appear to be deprived of the noble powers of the understanding, by the little regard which they pay to its dictates.

Democritus. He who has lost a leg is to be pitied, because the loss is not to be imputed to himself; but he who rejects the dictates of reason and conscience, voluntarily deprives himself of their aid. The loss originates in his own folly.

Heraclitus. Ah! so much the more is he to be pitied! A furious maniac, who should pluck out his own eyes, would deserve more compassion than an ordinary blind

man.

Democritus. Come let us accomodate the business.

"There is something to be said on each side of the question. There is every where reason for laughing, and reason for weeping. The world is ridiculous, and I laugh at it; it is deplorable, and thou lamentest over it. Every person views it in his own way, and according to his own temper. One print is unquestionable, that mankind are prepostePous to think right and to act well we must think and act differently from them. To submit to the authority, and follow the example of the greater part of men, would render us foolish and miserable.

Heraclitus. All this is indeed true; but then thou badst no real love of feeling for thy species. The calamities of mankind exite thy mirth: and this proves that thou hast no regard for men, nor any true respect for the vir toos which they have unhappily abandoned.

Fenelon, Archbishop of Cambray.

SECTION H.

BIONYSIUS, PYTHIAS AND DAMON.

Genuine virtue commands respect even from the bad.

Dionysius. AMAZING! What do I see? It is Pythias just arrived.--It is indeed Pythias. I did not think it possible. He has come to die and to redeem bis friend!

Pythias. Yes, it is Pythias. I left the place of my confinement, with no other views, than to pay to heaven the vows I had made; to settle my family concerns according to the rules of justice; and to bid adieu to my children, that I might die tranquil and satisfied,

Dionysius. But why dost thou return? Hast thou no fear of death? Is it not the character of a inadman, to seek it thus voluntarily ?

Pythias. I return to suffer, though I have not deserved death. Every principle of honour and goodness forbids me to allow my friend to die for me.

Dionysius. Dost thou,then love him better than thyself? Pythias. No-I love him as myself. But I m persuaded that I ought to suffer death, rather than my friendsince it was Pythias whom thou hadst decreed to die. It were not just Damon should suffer, to deliver me from the death which was designed, not for him, but for me only.

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