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THE COMPLAINT.

NIGHT VI.

THE INFIDEL RECLAIMED.

IN TWO PARTS,

Containing the

NATURE, PROOF, AND IMPORTANCE OF IMMOR

TALITY.

PART I.

Where, among other Things, Glory and Riches are

particularly considered.

Humbly inscribed to the

RIGHT HON. HENRY PELHAM,

First Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, and Chancellor of the Exchequer.

PREFACE,

FEW ages have been deeper in dispute about re, ligion than this. The dispute about religion, and the practice of it, seldom go together. The shorter, therefore, the dispute, the better. I think it may be reduced to this single question, Is man immortal, or is he not? If he is not, all our disputes are mere amusements, or trials of skill. In this case, truth, reason, religion, which give our discourses such pomp and solemnity, are (as will be shewn) mere empty sound, without any meaning in them: but if man is immortal, it will behove him to be very serious about eternal consequences; or, in other words, to be truly religious. And this great fundamental truth, unestablished, or unawakened in the minds of men, is, I conceive, the real source and support of all our infidelity, how remote soever the particular objections advanced may seem to be from it.

Sensible appearances affect most men much more than abstract reasonings; and we daily see bodies drop around us, but the soul is invisible. The power which inclination has over the judgment, is greater than can be well conceived by those that have not had an experience of it; and of what numbers is it the sad interest that souls should not survive! The heathen world confessed that they rather hoped, than firmly believed, immortality! and how many heathens have we still amongst us! The sacred page assures us, that life and immortality is brought to light by the Gospel; but by how many is the Gospel rejected or overlooked! From these considerations, and from my being accidentally privy to the sentiments of some par

ticular persons, I have been long persuaded that most if not all our infidels, (whatever name they take, and whatever scheme, for argument's sake, and to keep themselves in countenance, they patronize) are supported in their deplorable error by some doubt of their immortality at the bottom; and I am satisfied, that men, once thoroughly convinced of their immortality, are not far from being Christians: forit is hard to convince that a man, fully conscious eternal pain or happiness will certainly be his lot, should not earnestly and impartially inquire after the surest means of escaping one, and securing the other: and of such an earnest and impartial inquiry I well know the consequence.

Here, therefore, in proof of this most fundamental truth, some plain arguments are offered; arguments derived from principles which infidels admit in common with believers: arguments which appear to me altogether irresistible, and such as, I am satisfied, will have great weight with all who give themselves the small trouble of looking seriously into their own bosoms, and of observing, with any tolerable degree of attention, what daily passes round about them in the world. If some arguments shall here occur which others have declined, they are submitted, with all deference, to better judgments, in this, of all points, the most important! for as to the being of a God, that is no longer disputed; but it is undisputed for this reason only, viz. because where the least pretence to reason is admitted, it must for ever be indisputable: and, of consequence, no man can be betrayed into a dispute of that nature by vanity, which has a principal share in animating our modern combatants against other articles of our belief.

SHE* (for I know not yet her name in heaven)

Nor early, like Narcissa, left the scene,

Nor sudden like Philander,

What avail?

This seeming mitigation but inflames :
This fancy'd med'cine heightens the disease,
The longer known, the closer still she grew,
And gradual parting is a gradual death.
'Tis the grim tyrant's engine, which extorts
By tardy pressure's still increasing weight,
From hardest hearts confession of distress.

O the long dark approach, thro' years of pain,
Death's gall'ry! (might I dare to call it so)
With dismal doubt and sable terror hung,
Sick Hope's pale lamp its only glimm❜ring ray:
There Fate my melancholy walk ordain'd,
Forbid Self-love itself to flatter there.

How oft I gaz'd, prophetically sad!

How oft I saw her dead, while yet in smiles!
In smiles she sunk her grief to lessen mine:
She spoke me comfort, and increas'd my pain.
Like powerful armies trenching at a town,
By slow and silent, but resistless, sap,
In his pale progress gently gaining ground,
Death urg'd his deadly siege; in spite of art,
Of all the balmy blessing Nature lends

*Referring to night the Fifth.

To succour frail Humanity. Ye stars!
(Not now first made familiar to my sight)
And thou, O moon! bear witness, many a night
He tore the pillow from beneath my head,
Ty'd down my sore attention to the shock,
By ceaseless depredations on a life

Dearer than that he left me. Dreadful post
Of observation! darker ev'ry hour!

Less dread the day that drove me to the brink,
And pointed at eternity below,

When my soul shudder'd at futurity;

When, on a moment's point, th' important dye
Of life and death spun doubtful, ere it fell,
And turn'd up life, my title to more woe.

But why more woe? more comfort let it be.
Nothing is dead but that which wish'd to die;
Nothing is dead but wretchedness and pain;
Nothing is dead, but what incumber'd, gall'd,
Block'd up the pass, and barr'd from real life.
Where dwells that wish most ardent of the wise?
Too dark the sun to see it; highest stars
Too low to reach it, Death, great Death alone,
O'er stars and sun, triumphant lands us there,

Nor dreadful our transition, tho' the mind,
An artist at creating self alarms,
Rich in expedients for inquietude,