Drink deep; the deeper then the more divine ;
Angels are angels from indulgence there.
?Tis unrepenting pleasure makes a god.

Dost think thyself a god from other joys ?
A victim rather! shortly sure to bleed.
The wrong must mourn: can Heav'n's appointments fail?
Can man outwit Omnipotence ? strike out
A self-wrought happiness unmeant by him
Who made us, and the world we would enjoy ?
Who forms an instrument, ordains from whence
Its dissonance or harmony shall rise.
Heav'n bade the soul this mortal frame inspire ;
Bade Virtue's ray divine inspire the soul
With unprecarious flows of vital joy ;
And without breathing man as well might hope
For life, as, without piety, for peace.

“ Is virtue then and piety the same ?”
No; piety is more ; 'tis virtue's source,
Mother of ev'ry worth, as that of joy.
Men of the world this doctrine ill digest;
They smile at piety, yet boast aloud
Good-will to men, nor know they strive to part
What nature joins, and thus confute themselves.
With piety begins all good on earth ;
"Tis the first-born of Rationality,
Conscience, her first law broken, wounded lies;
Enfeebled, lifeless, impotent to good,
A feign'd affection bounds her utmost pow'r.

Some we can't love, but for th' Almighty's sake;

A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man.
Some sinister intent taints all he does,

And in his kindest actions he's unkind.
On piety humanity is built,

And on humanity much happiness;
And yet still more on piety itself.

A soul in commerce with her God is heav'n,
Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life,

The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart.
A Deity believ'd is joy begun;

A Deity ador'd is joy advanc'd;

A Deity belov'd is joy matur'd.

Each branch of piety delight inspires;

Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next,
O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides:
Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy,
That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still:
Pray'r ardent opens heav'n, lets down a stream
Of glory on the consecrated hour

Of man, in audience with the Deity.

Who worships the Great God, that instant joins
The first in heaven, and sets his foot on hell."

Every candid person must be constrained to acknowledge, that nature produces all the pre-requisites for the pleasurable

gratification of man. Was man as true to man's interest as nature is, there would be no human being unhappy: But alas! this is not the case. Every day's report consolidates the beautiful and appropriate distich of the Scottish poet, viz.

« Man's inhumanity to man,

Makes countless thousands mourn,"

The world is full of Judas's, and especially in monarchical countries. How often has an expression of discontent at the usurpations of despotism, (perhaps innocently spoken, when the tongue was loosened by wine) been the death warrant of a man! How often have the cavalry been seen, trampling the oppressed multitude under their feet, merely for the unpardonable crime, of begging a redress of their grievances! How often have the poor been hung like dogs, for stealing a few pence from the rich, while royal villains, right hon. robbers, and right rev. impostors, were at the

same time circumventing the mouth of labour, and robbing the public of millions ! Yet they pass on with impunity, solacing themselves in extravagant plenty, at the expence of honour, honesty, the tears of the orphan, and the groans of the oppressed. Hence, man, who was made in the image of God, in most countries, is as ignotant as the ass,

servile as the spaniel dog; consequently, they suffer one of their own species to yoke them like an ox, and drive them like a horse accustomed to the

arvess; nor dare think, much less speak of liberty:

and as

• But when the toils of each sad day are o'er, They sink to sleep, and wish to wake no more.”

I would ask any reasonable man, What better than beasts of burden are Hessian mercenaries, and Russian soldiers ? Have they more rights, or as many privileges ?

general's horse lives magnificently, compared to his subalterns; yet,

poor wretches ! because they have a coarse coat, the colour, of scarlet, and worsted epaulettes, of the shape and colour of silver, they think this a sufficient equivalent, for both the loss of life and liberty, and will bear kicking and caning with the docility of asses; and will even assassinate the man, (or inform on him, which is the same) who in their presence invalidates their cruel oppressors. Hence all that truly ennobles human nature, is extinguished in Europe, Asia, and Africa ; where degenerate servile man,

is odious in his own eyes, and contemptible in the eyes of his tyrant. Alas! this earth, originally a paradise, is metamorphosed to a hell by cruel man, the repository of despotism and death. How are the titles lord, and most sacred majesty prostituted, when applied to such villains, who deserve the gallows a thousand times more than the midnight robber! Yet such fellows despise the virtuous poor, and consider them as "the swinish multitude," and