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no greater duty confined us at home, it would be worth the pains for all the people in America to embark together to carry the gospel to him. Place your soul in

his soul's stead. Or rather consent for a moment to 55 change condition with the savages on our borders.

Were you posting on to the judgment of the great day, in the darkness and pollution of pagan idolatry, and were they living in wealth in this very district of the

church, how hard would it seem for your neighbours to 60 neglect your misery! When you should open your

eyes in the eternal world, and discover the ruin in which they had suffered you to remain, how would you reproach them that they did not even sell their posses

sions, if no other means were sufficient, to send the gos65 pel to you. My flesh trembles at the prospect !-But

they shall not reproach us. It shall be known in heaven that we could pity our brethren. We will send them all the relief in our power, and will enjoy the

luxury of reflecting what happiness we may entail on 70 generations yet unborn, if we can only effect the conversion of a single tribe.

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113. Infatuation of men with regard to the things of time.

But if no danger is to be apprehended while the thunder of heaven rolls at a distance, believe me, when it collects over our heads, we may be fatally convinced,

that a well-spent life is the only conductor that can a. 5 vert the bolt. Let us reflect, that time waits for no man.

Sleeping or waking, our days are on the wing. If we look to those that are past, they are but as a point. When I compare the present aspect of this city, with that

which it exhibited within the short space of my own 10 residence, what does the result present, but the most

melancholy proof of human instability ? New characters in every scene, new events, new principles, new passions, a new creation insensibly arisen from the ash

es of the old; which side soever I look, the ravage of 15 death has nearly renovated all. Scarcely do we look

around us in life, when our children are matured, and remind us of the grave; the great feature of all nature,

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is rapidity of growth and declension. Ages are renew

ed, but the figure of the world passeth away. God on20 ly remains the same. The torrent that sweeps by, runs

at the base of his immutability; and he sees, with indignation, wretched mortals, as they pass along, insulting bim by the visionary hope of sharing that attribute,

which belongs to Him alone. 25 It is to the incomprehensible oblivion of our mortali

ty, that the world owes all its fascination. Observe for what man toils. Observe what it often costs him to become rich and great--dismal vicissitudes of hope and

disappointment-often all that can degrade the dignity 30 of his nature, and offend his God! Study the matter of

the pedestal, and the instability of the statue.—Scarce is it erected-scarce presented to the stare of the multitude-when death, starting like a massy fragment from

the summit of a mountain, dashes the proud colossus 35 into dust! Where, then, is the promised fruit of all

his toil ? Where the wretched and deluded being, who fondly promised himself that he had laid up much goods for many years ?-Gone, my brethren, to his account, a

naked victim, trembling in the hands of the living God ! 40 Yes, my brethren, the final catastrophe of all human pas

sions, is rapid as it is awful. Fancy yourselves on that bed from which you never shall arise, and the reflection will exhibit like a true and faithful mirror, what shadows

we are, and what shadows we pursue. Happy they 45 who meet that great, inevitable transition, full of days!

Unhappy they who meet it but to tremble and despair ! Then it is that man learns wisdom, when too late; then it is that every thing will forsake him, but his vir

tues or his crimes. To him the world is past; digni50 ties, honours, pleasure, glory; past like the cloud of the

morning! nor could all that the great globe inherits, afford him at the tremendous hour, as much consolation, as the recollection of having given but one cup of cold

water to a child of wretchedness, in the name of Christ 55 Jesus !

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114. Death of Hamilton. A short time since, and he who is the occasion of our sorrows, was the ornament of his country. He stood on an eminence ; and glory covered him. From that eminence he has fallen-suddenly, for ever, fallen.

His 5 intercourse with the living world is now ended; and

those who would hereafter find him must seek him in the grave. There, cold and lifeless, is the heart which just now was the seat of friendship. There, dim and

sightless is the eye, whose radient and enlivening orb 10 beamed with intelligence; and there, closed for ever

are those lips, on whose persuasive accents we have so often and so lately hung with transport.

From the darkness which rests upon his tomb there proceeds, methinks, a light in which it is clearly seen 15 that those gaudy objects which men pursue are only

phantoms. In this light how dimly shines the splendor of victory-how humble appears the majesty of grandeur. The bubble which seemed to have so much so

lidity has burst : and we again see that all below the sun 20 is vanity.

True, the funeral eulogy has been pronounced. The sad and solemn procession has moved. The badge of mourning has already been decreed, and presently the

sculptured marble will lift up its front, proud to perpet25 uate the name of Hamilton, and rehearse to the passing traveller his virtues.

Just tributes of respect! And to the living useful. But to him, mouldering in his narrow and humble hab

itation, what are they !--How vain ? how unavailing ? 30 Approach, and behold—while I lift from his sepul

chre its covering. Ye admirers of his greatness, ye emulouš of his talents and his fame, approach, and behold him now.

How pale ! how silent! No martial bands admire the adroitness of his movements. No fascinat35 ed throng weep-and melt--and tremble at his elo

quence ! - Amazing change. A shrowd ! a coffin ! a narrow subterraneous cabin ! This is all that now re. mains of Hamilton! And is this all that remains of

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him ?-During a life so transitory, what lasting monu40 ment then can our fondest hopes erect ?

My brethren! we stand on the borders of an awful gulf, which is swallowing up all things human. And is there, amidst this universal wreck, nothing stable, noth

ing abiding, nothing immortal on which poor, frail, dy45 ing man can fasten?

Ask the hero, ask the statesman, whose wisdom you have been accustomed to revere, and he will tell you. He will tell

you,

did I say? He has already told you, from his death bed, and his illumined spirit still whis50 pers from the heavens, with well known eloquence, the solemn admonition.

• Mortals ! hastening to the tomb, and once the companions of my pilgrimage, take warning and avoid my

errors-Cultivate the virtues I have recommended 55 Choose the Saviour I have chosen-Live disinterestedly

--Live for immortality; and would you rescue any thing from final dissolution, lay it up in God." Nott.

115. The Crucifixion. When our Redeemer expired on the cross, sympathizing nature was convulsed! The sun was suddenly enveloped in midnight darkness, and confusion reigned'!

but I shall pass by these terrific events, in order to lead 5 your attention to more important objects. The cross

erected on Mount Calvary was the standard of victory, to which even thought was to be led captive, and before which imaginations were to be cast down ; that is to

say, human wisdom and skeptic reluctance. No voice 10 sublime was heard sounding from a thunder-bearing

cloud, as of old from the heights of Sinai! No approach was observed of that formidable Majesty, before whom the mountains melt as wax! Where, where was the

warlike preparation of that power which was to subdue 15 the world ? See the whole artillery collected on Mount

Calvary, in the exhibition of a cross, of an agonizing
Sufferer, and a crown of thorns !

Religious truth was exiled from the earth, and idola

try sat brooding over the moral world. The Egyptians, 20 the fathers of philosophy, the Grecians, the inventors of

the fine arts, the Romans, the conquerors of the universe, were all unfortunately celebrated for the perversion of religious worship, for the gross errors they ad

mitted into their belief, and the indignities they offered , 25 to the true religion. Minerals, vegetables, animals,

the elements, became objects of adoration ; even abstract visionary forms, such as fevers and distempers, received the honours of deification; and to the most infamous

vices, and dissolute passions, altars were erected. The 30 world, which God had made to manifest his power seemed to have become a temple of idols, where

every thing was god but God himself !

The mystery of the crucifixion was the remedy the 35 Almighty ordained for this universal idolatry. He knew

the mind of man, and knew that it was not by reasoning an error must be destroyed, which reasoning had not established. Idolatry prevailed by the suppression of reason, by suffering the senses to predominate,

which are apt to clothe every thing with the qualities 40 with which they are affected. Men gave the Divinity

their own figure, and attributed to him their vices and passions. Reasoning had no share in so brutal an er

It was a subversion of reason, a derilium, a phrensy. Argue with a phrenetic, person, you do but the 45 more provoke him, and render the distemper incurable.

Neither will reasoning cure the delirium of idolatry. What has learned antiquity gained by her elaborate discourses ? her reasonings so artfully framed ? Did Pla

to, with that eloquence which was styled divine, over50 throw one single altar where monstrous divinities were

worshipped ? Experience hath shown that the overthrow of idolatry could not be the work of reason alone. Far from committing to human wisdom the cure of such a

malady, God completed its confusion by the mystery of 55 the cross. Idolatry (if rightly understood) took its rise

from that profound self-attachment inherent in our nature. Thus it was that the Pagan mythology teemed with deities who were subject to human passions, weak

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