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The Vicar of Wakeheid,
make up bv duration what tbe tempera! hap.,
pinefs of the great may have exceeded by intern
senels.
These are therefore the consolations which
the wretched have peculiar to themselves , and
in which they are above the rest os mankind;
in other reipeefs they are be!ow them. They
who wouid know the miseries of the poor,
muss see life and endure it. To declaim on
the temporal advantages they enjoy, is only
repeating what none either believe or praefise.
The men who have the necessaries of living
are not poor, and they who want them musf
be miserable. Yes, my friends, we musf be
miserable.. No vain esforts of a refined imagi-
nation can sooth the wants of nature, can gi-
ye elasfic sweetaess to. the dank vapour of a
dungeon , or eafe to the throbbings of a bro-
ken heart. Let the philosopher from his couch
of softness tesi us that we can resiss all these.
Alas ! the effort by which we rehss them is ssiii
the greatesi pain! Death is Right, and any
man mav suiiain it; but torments are dread-
sul, and these no man can endure..
To us then, my friends, the promifes of
happiness in heaven fhould be peculiarly dear;
for if our reward be in this life alone, we ate
then indeed of all men tbe moss miserable.
When I look round these gloomy wails , ma-
de to terrifv, as well as to confine us; this
sight that only serves to shew the horrors of
the place, those shackles that tyranny has
imposed, or crime made necesfary; when I
survey*
make up bv duration what tbe tempera! hap.,
pinefs of the great may have exceeded by intern
senels.
These are therefore the consolations which
the wretched have peculiar to themselves , and
in which they are above the rest os mankind;
in other reipeefs they are be!ow them. They
who wouid know the miseries of the poor,
muss see life and endure it. To declaim on
the temporal advantages they enjoy, is only
repeating what none either believe or praefise.
The men who have the necessaries of living
are not poor, and they who want them musf
be miserable. Yes, my friends, we musf be
miserable.. No vain esforts of a refined imagi-
nation can sooth the wants of nature, can gi-
ye elasfic sweetaess to. the dank vapour of a
dungeon , or eafe to the throbbings of a bro-
ken heart. Let the philosopher from his couch
of softness tesi us that we can resiss all these.
Alas ! the effort by which we rehss them is ssiii
the greatesi pain! Death is Right, and any
man mav suiiain it; but torments are dread-
sul, and these no man can endure..
To us then, my friends, the promifes of
happiness in heaven fhould be peculiarly dear;
for if our reward be in this life alone, we ate
then indeed of all men tbe moss miserable.
When I look round these gloomy wails , ma-
de to terrifv, as well as to confine us; this
sight that only serves to shew the horrors of
the place, those shackles that tyranny has
imposed, or crime made necesfary; when I
survey*