Sensible appearances affect most men much more than abstract reasonings; and we daily see bodies drop around us, but the soul is invisible. The power which inclination has over the judgment, is greater than can be well conceived by those that have not had an experience of it; and of what numbers is it the sad interest that souls should not survive! The heathen world confessed, that they rather hoped, than firmly believed, immortality! And how many heathens have we still amongst us! The sacred page assures us, that life and immortality is brought to light by the Gospel : but by how many is the Gospel rejected, or overlooked! From these considerations, and from my being accidentally privy to the sentiments of some particular persons, I have been long persuaded that most, if not all, our infidels (whatever name they take, and whatever scheme, for argument's sake, and to keep themselves in countenance, they patronise) are supported in their deplorable errour, by some doubt of their immortality, at the bottom. And I am satisfied, that men once thoroughly convinced of their immortality, are not far from being Christians. For it is hard to conceive, that a man, fully conscious eternal pain or happiness will certainly be his lot, should not earnestly, and impartially, inquire after the surest means of escaping one, and securing the other. And of such an earnest and impartial inquiry, I well know the consequence. Here, therefore, in proof of this most fundamental truth, some plain arguments are offered; arguments derived from principles which infidels admit in common with believers; arguments, which appear to me altogether irresistible; and such as, I am satisfied, will have great weight with all, who give themselves the small trouble of looking seriously into their own bosoms, and of observing, with any tolerable degree of attention, what daily passes round about them in the world. If some arguments shall, here, occur, which others have declined, they are submitted, with all deference, to better judgments in this, of all points the most important. For, as to the being of a God, that is no longer disputed; but it is undisputed for this reason only; viz. because, where the least pretence to reason is admitted, it must for ever be indisputable. And of consequence no man can be betrayed into a dispute of that nature by vanity; which has a principal share in animating our modern combatants against other articles of our belief. SHE* (for I know not yet her name in Heaven) O the long, dark approach through years of pain, How oft I saw her dead, while yet in smiles! * Referring to Night V. In smiles she sunk her grief to lessen mine. In his pale progress gently gaining ground, And thou, O Moon! bear witness; many a night Less dread the day that drove me to the brink, When my soul shuddered at futurity; When, on a moment's point, th' important die, But why more woe? More comfort let it be, Rich in expedients for inquietude, Is prone to paint it dreadful. Who can take And these the formidable picture draw. But grant the worst; 't is past; new prospects rise; Wrapt in the single, the triumphant thought! Thy nature, immortality! who knows? In Stygian dye, how black, how brittle here! How wanting in their weight! Our highest joys, Small cordials to support us in our pain, And give us strength to suffer. But how great, To mingle interests, converse amities, To read creation; read its mighty plan The plan, and execution, to collate! To see, before each glance of piercing thought, All cloud, all shadow, blown remote; and leave No mystery but that of love divine, Which lifts us on the seraph's flaming wing, From Earth's aceldama, this field of blood, Blest absolution of our blackest hour! Lorenzo, these are thoughts that make man, man, The wise illumine, aggrandize the great. How great, (while yet we tread the kindred clod, And every moment fear to sink beneath The clod we tread; soon trodden by our sons,) |