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ting places, water, &c. It were irksome to repeat their impostures, and spiritual whoredoms, with which the nations are drunk; but, what a pity it is to see them, in the matters of religion, go hoodwinked to hell! and men so polite, learned, and expert in other respects, so easily imposed upon in the concerns of their salvation! When shall the brightness of the coming of the Son of man, in the purity of the gospel, which is the sword that proceeds out of his mouth, make the kings, who now support, hate the whore, eat her flesh, and burn her with fire!

How great is the happiness, then, of a reformed land, where the glorious truths of Christianity are not concealed from any, where the poor have the gospel preached to them, and the scriptures, loosed from their dark originals, in their mother-tongue, and where the people are allowed, according to the primitive institution, to commemorate, in both kinds, the death and sufferings of our dearest Lord! Wo to them that dwell among a people that are terrified for Papal bulls; that put light for darkness, and darkness for light, good works in the place of justifying righteousness, and the Pope in the seat of God; who, not having attained to the spiritual knowledge of the Redeemer, inflame their affections, and kindle their devotions, by gazing on sensible representations of a suffering Saviour, who can only be beheld savingly by the eye of faith. Though with our bodily eyes we could see Jesus expiring on the cross in the deepest agony and pain, which were better than a thousand crucifixes, and lively pictures, it could only move pity in us to him as a tortured man, but could not beget in us the faith of his divinity; hence so

many unconverted spectators of the awful scene, and hence still the lifeless devotions of the blinded Papists.

O! then, that days of the Son of man would beam on the Christian churches, such as Rome enjoyed when first obedient to the faith; that they might cast off the yoke of the imperious whore that sits on many a hill, and deliver their souls that dwell in spiritual Babylon! O! then, that the Sun of righteousness would arise with healing in his wings, and with his glorious beams dispel the darkness from the nations, and the gross darkness from the people, that Rome, with the Lesser Asia, may return to their former purity, to their first love, and over the revived universe there may be but one Lord, and his name one!



At sea, June 25. 1758.

How do the stately masts thrust their head into the sky, and see the breaking billows far beneath them! Even so sovereigns and princes are exalted far above their subjects. But, for as But, for as high as the mast is raised above the hull, yet its safety is only by being sunk into the very body of the ship; so is the king's honour and the prince's safety in the multitude of their subjects.

Of what service could a ship without masts, or masts without a ship, be? So in the body, political, spiritual, and natural, Infinite Wisdom has

made every member subservient to another, that there may be no schism.

Without masts, which support the tackle and expanded sails, a ship could move no where, but would lie like a wreck on the waters; so, without rulers and subordination, must a people perish in tumult and confusion.

If the masts are exalted in the view of all, they are exposed to tempests from every quarter: So fares it with men of station and power; they are hated by one, and envied by another, reproached by a third, and undermined by a fourth.

In a storm, or tempest, it is sometimes necessary, in order to save the ship, to cut the masts by the board; so, sometimes to save a state, or nation, it is necessary to dethrone a cruel, an obstinate oppressor, and chase away a tyrant.

If the hull is rotten, and leaky, though the masts be never so strong and fresh, yet the vessel may perish in the deep waters; so, if the people be irreligious, and licentious, the prudent conduct and probity of the best of kings cannot prevent their rushing into ruin.

It is only when a ship goes to sea, with her masts and top-masts in order, and all her sails unfurled, and filled by the gentle breeze, that she makes so grand an appearance to the peopled shore; for, stretching into the boundless ocean, she lessens gradually till she can be seen no more: Even so, the men who now are famed over half the globe, shall in a little be lost to human eye on the ocean of eternity, and have no more concern with time.

When the ship is grown old, and accounted no more fit for service, she is brought ashore, and broken up, and then the stately masts lie equally humble on the ground with the meaner planks, or

very keel; even so, in death, shall all flesh return to dust, and the distinctions of a few days shall no more avail them, shall take place no more. May a belief of this influence me while I live below!



Under sail, June 26. 1758.

TRULY We might be surprised to think that one could be closer confined in a ship at sea, than only to be in it; for, what is the vessel but a floating prison, where the closest confinement can only deprive a man of a few paces? Where can the man go, who has nothing over him but the canopy of the sky, or around him but the liquid ocean? Yet to be forbid to walk the very deck, to be locked in the cumbrous irons, and put under the care of the sentinel, with his naked sword, are marks of anger and restraint.

Even so, a man may be straitened in himself, a prisoner at home, though he may range the globe, and find himself fettered with grief, and manacled with sorrow, pensive amidst his pleasures, and de jected among his friends.

Wherever these prisoners are permitted to go, they are always attended with the sentinels in arms; so the man whose conscience is awakened, shall find a constant companion, and unwearied reprover, who will either reprove to purpose, or reproach for ever.

When a man has transgressed the martial law, neither money nor friends sometimes can prevent punishment; so nothing in the world can preserve from, or enable to support a wounded spirit. If the stroke comes from above, so must the relief. How poor are all possessions to a person that has not peace within !

One of these prisoners mutters and complains, is peevish, and is displeased at the sentence of his superior, but it avails him nothing; just so, to repine at affliction, and complain on Providence, is the mark of an unsanctified heart, and cannot shorten our trials, or alleviate our troubles, but must sharpen our sorrows, and heighten our sufferings.

But another of them enjoys himself in his confinement, is chearful and composed, knowing that a very short time shall restore him to liberty; even so, the saint, amidst his afflictions, can be happy and serene, knowing that the period is not far distant that shall translate him into the glorious liberty of the sons of God. Paul and Silas could sing praises in a prison, because when God giveth quietness, none can cause trouble.

In a word, what are all the people in the ship but prisoners, whether they approve or disapprove the expression? Even so, what is the body but a clog, what the whole world but a confinement, to heirs of immortality, and expectants of heaven? In this we earnestly groan for the better state, and long to be unclothed; not that we would peevishly drop our existence; be turned out of house and home, but only change our prison for a palace, and this corruption put on incorruption, and this mortal put on immortality, and we walk at perfect liberty through an everlasting day!

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