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Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan,
Has made, what enemies could ne'er have done,
Our arch of empire, stedfast but for you,
A mutilated structure, soon to fall.

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ARGUMENT OF THE SECOND BOOK. Reflections suggested by the conclusion of the former book.

Peace among the nations recommended on the ground of their common fellowship in sorrow.-Prodigies enumerated. Sicilian earthquakes.- Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities by sin. -God the agent in them. The philosophy that stops at secondary causes reproved.-Our own late miscarriages accounted for.-Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontaine-Bleau. -But the pulpit, not satire, the proper engine of reformation.-The Reverend Advertiser of engraved sermons.--Petit-maitre parson. The good preacher.-Picture of a theatrical clerical coscomb.-Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit reproved.--Apostrophe to popular applause.-Retailers of ancient philosopy expostulated with.-Sum of the whole matter. -Effects of sacerdotal mismanagement on the laity. Their folly and extravagance. The mischiefs of profusion.-Profusion itself, with all its consequent evils, ascribed, as to its principal cause, to the want of discipline in the universities.




O FOB a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd,
My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report
Of wrong and outrage, with which Earth is fill'd.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart,
It does not feel for man; the nat'ral bond
Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax,
That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not colour'd like his own; and having pow'r
To' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith
Abhor each other. Mountains interpos’d
Make enemies of nations, who had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys;
And, worse than all, and most to be deplor'd
As human nature's broadest, foulest blot,
Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat

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