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his Labours, and that the same Laws which guard“the Prerogative of the Prince or the Power of the Magi“ strate, are the Guardians also of the Liberties and Proper“ ties of the People. For the rest, even the Wisdom of a “ Solomon could not join together the Luxury of a Court “ and the Felicity of the People. He made Silver and Gold, “ indeed, like the Stones in the Streets of Jerusalem; and

yet, in the midst of all these Riches, Want and Poverty “ were the wretched Portion of his Subjects in the remoter “ Parts of his Kingdom.”

From a Funeral Sermon, occafon'd by the Death of a

promising Youth. The Text < Peter i. 24 and 25.

All Flesh is as Grass, and all the Glory of Man as the Flower of Grass

. The Grass withereth, and the Flower thereof falleth away :

But the Word of the Lord endureth for ever.

“ If then all the richest Endowments of the Mind, and s! all the most promising Advantages of the Body are thus " frail and uncertain, it follows of Necessity, that

3dly, “Such also must be all those Graces, those name“ less and inexpressīble Graces, which are the Result of

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“ a happy Mixture and Combination of both; and which

accompany every Motion and Action; the Look and the “ silent Deportment of a lovely Body, which is informed " and acted by a beautiful Mind. And even the Virtues of “ the Mind itself receive an additional Grace and Power to “charm us, when they shew themselves in a beautiful Body.

But then, 'tis a just Remark which some have made, that " the true Complexion is wont to discover itself more in the Air than in the Features of the Body. We receive the “ general Shape and Lineaments of the Body, such as the “ Author of our Being hath been pleased to mould it; but “ the Soul itfelf describes and gives us, in the Air of every Fea

ture, it's own inward Sentiments, Dispositions, and Habi« tudes : And, as it were, touches over all the Lines anew, “ brightens or mellows every Colour, works off every Ble"mish and Deforinity, and improves the whole with "s new Charins and Graces.


“ And I believe there are very few who have not made “ the Obfervation, that there is, in the very

Countenances of fome Persons, such an honest Openness, such a beauti“ ful Simplicity; fuch an ingenuous Modesty, and such a “ visible Sweetness of Temper and Manners, as steals

, at first Sight, into the Heart of the

Beholder, and prepares us " to give 'em a ready and a pleasing Reception. And that

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" these Endowments have a more irresistible Power to pre

poffefs and bias the Judgment, in favour of younger Per“sons, who are not wont to disguise their inward Sentiments " and Dispositions, and to put on the Colours and Imita« tions of Virtues, which they have not in Reality.

“ These Advantages then, wherever they are found in any lovely Youth, add indeed to the Beauty of the Flower, but not therefore to the Permanency of it."

The Vanity of endeavouring to perpetuate our Memory

in this world.

“ In vain the laborious Master painted, (as he faid) for " ETERNITY : In vain the skilful Statuary inscrib'd his

Name, or inwrought with admirable Contrivance his

own Image into That of some Divinity which he carved “ in Stone, to transmit his Memory to latest Posterity : " The Colours are long since faded ; the Stone is moul" der'd; or some rude Hand has defac'd and dash'd it to a " thousand Pieces, without Remorse or Sense of th' inimi“ table Beauty

" In vain the proud Egyptian Tyrants endeavoured to " raise a Monument of their Power and Greatness, which

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« might “ might last as long as the Earth itself: The Pile, indeed,

stands; but the Name of the mighty Builder has been many Ages since, forgotten : And as for all the rest of

the boafted Wonders of the World, the very Ruins of “ them are loft and buried, and no Trace remains to shew

us where Once they stood !”

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Some of the Moral Parts have been here only quoted from the Sermons, as seeming most suitable to the present Occasion.

Mr. Say died, after a Week's Illness, of a Mortification in the Bowels, on the twelfth Day of April, 1743, and in the 68th Year of his Age. His whole Life was a fair Transcript of the Doétrine he taught, and he left this World with a full Conviction of those important Truths, which he had so long and so pathetically imprest on the Minds of Others, and with an entire Resignation to the Divine Will, supported by the Hopes of future Glory.

I shall take Leave of this amiable Man in the Words of BROUKHUSIUS, addrest to the Memory of his learned Friend GRÆVIUS. Among the Modern Latin Poets, BROUKHUSIUS was 'Mr. Say's Favourite'; and the following Lines express the Editor's Own Sentiments in the most lively manner :

Cum tamen hoc esses, te Nemo modeftius umquam

Ef ufus magni dotibus ingenii.
Mitis eras, ac pacis amans, animique quietem

Mens tua ventosis laudibus antetulit.
Non tua fuscabant infames otia rixe :

Integer, et niveo pectore purus eras.
Civibus ó gaude jam nunc adfcripte beatis :

Gaude fidereum civis adepte larem.
O quem purpureo nova lumine gloria veshit,

O cui cæleftes fas habitare domos :
Cantus ubi felix, & fine carentia semper

Gaudia, & ad dulces nablia nata modos ! Salve fančte Pater, nitidi novus incola Olympi,

Et nostro semper mačtus amore, Vale.


-Such was thy Life; thy Learning fuch confeft;
An humble Heart, with native Genius bleft !
Lover of Peace, Peace did thy Footsteps guide
With more Content, than the tumultuous Tide


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