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at large;-finds no express law broken by what he has done;-perceives no penalty or forfeiture of goods and chattels incurred;-sees no scourge waving over his head, or prison opening its gates upon him:-What is there to affright his conscience!-Conscience has got safely entrenched behind the Letter of the Law, sits there invulnerable, fortified with Cases and Reports so strongly on all sides;—that it is not preaching can dispossess it of its hold."

[The character of this last man, said Dr. Slop, interrupting Trim, is more detestable than all the rest; and seems to have been taken from some pettifogging lawyer amongst you-amongst us, a man's conscience could not possibly continue so long blinded,-three times a year, at least, he must go to confession. Will that restore it to sight? quoth my uncle Toby-Go on Trim, quoth my father. 'Tis very short, replied Trim.-I wish it was longer, quoth my uncle Toby, for I like it hugely.-Trim went on.]

"To have the fear of God before our eyes, and, in our mutual dealings with each other, to govern our actions by the eternal measures of right and wrong:-The first of these will comprehend the duties of religion,-the second those of morality, which are so inseparably connected together, that you cannot divide these two tables, even in imagination, (though the attempt is often made in practice,) without breaking and mutually destroying them both.

[Here my father observed that Dr. Slop was fast asleep.] "I said the attempt is often made;—and so it is ;-there being nothing more common than to see a man who has no sense at all of religion, and, indeed, has so much honesty as to pretend to none, who would take it as the bitterest affront, should you but hint at a suspicion on his moral character, or imagine he was not conscientiously just and scrupulous to the uttermost mite.

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"When there is some appearance that it is so,-though one is unwilling even to suspect the appearance of so amiable a virtue as moral honesty, yet were we to look into the grounds of it, in the present case, I am persuaded we should find little reason to envy such a one the honour of his motive.

"Let him declaim as pompously as he chooses upon the subject, it will be found to rest upon no better foundation than either his interest, his pride, his ease, or some such little and changeable passion as will give us but small dependence upon his actions in matters of great distress.

"I will illustrate this by an example.

"I know the banker I deal with, or the physician I usually call in" [There is no need, cried Dr. Slop, (waking) to call in any physician in this case.]

"To be neither of them men of much religion; I hear them make a jest of it every day, and treat all its sanctions with so much scorn as to put the matter past doubt. Well, notwithstanding this, I put my fortune into the hands of the one ;—and, what is dearer still to me, I trust my life to the honest skill of the other.

"Now let me examine what is my reason for this great ..confidence. Why, in the first place, I believe there is no probability that either of them will employ the power I put into their hands to my disadvantage.-1 consider that honesty serves the purposes of this life I know their success in the world depends upon the fairness of their characters. In a word, I am persuaded that they cannot hurt me, without hurting themselves more.

"But put it otherwise; namely, that interest lay, for once, on the other side :-that a case should happen wherein the oe, without stain to his reputation, could secrete my fortune, and leave me naked in the world;-or that the other could send me out of it, and enjoy an estate by my death, without dishonour to himself or his art:—In this case, what hold have I of either of them?-Religion, the strongest of all motives, is out of the question;-Interest, the next most powerful motive in the world, is strongly against me :— What have I left to cast into the opposite scale to balance this temptation?-Alas! I have nothing, but what is lighter than a bubble-I must lie at the mercy of Honour, or some such capricious principle-Strait security for two of the most valuable blessings!my property and myself.

"As therefore we can have no dependence upon morality without religion, so, on the other hand, there is nothing better to be expected from, religion without morality;nevertheless, 'tis no prodigy to see a man whose real moral character stands very low, who yet entertains the highest notion of himself, in the light of a religious man.

"He shall not only be covetous, revengeful, implacable, -but even wanting in points of common honesty; yet in as much as he talks aloud against the infidelity of the age,-is zealous for some points of religion, goes twice a-day to church, attends the sac'raments, and amuses himself with a few instrumental parts of religion,-shall cheat his conscience into a judgment, that for this he is a religious man,

and has discharged truly his duty to God and you will find that such a man, through force of this delusion, generally looks down with spiritual pride upon every other man who has less affectation of piety, though, perhaps, ten times more real honesty than himself.

"This likewise is a sore evil under the sun: and, I believe, there is no one mistaken principle, which, for its time, has wrought more serious mischiefs.

"For a general proof of this, examine the history of the Romish church."

[Well, what can you make of that? cried Dr. Slop,]"see what scenes of cruelty, murder, rapine, bloodshed,”. [They may thank their own obstinacy, cried Dr. Slop]have all been sanctified by religion not strictly governed by morality.

"In how many kingdoms of the world has the crusading sword of this misguided Saint-errant, spared neither age, nor merit, nor sex, nor condition ?—and, as he fought under the banners of a religion which set him loose from justice and humanity, he shewed none; mercilessly trampled upon both, -heard neither the cries of the unfortunate, nor pitied their distresses."


[I have been in many a battle, an't please your honour, quoth Trim, sighing, but never in so melancholy a one as this. I would not have drawn à trigger in it against these poor souls, to have been made a general officer. Why, what do you understand of the affair? said Dr. Slop, (looking towards Trim, with something more of contempt than the Corporal's honest heart deserved)-What do you know, friend, about this battle you talk of?—I know, replied Trim, that I never refused quarter in my life to any man who cried out for it:-but to a woman or a child, continued Trim, before I would level my musket at them, I would lose my life a thousand times.-Here's a crown for thee, Trim, to drink with Obadiah to-night, quoth my uncle Toby. -God bless your honour, replied Trim,-I had rather these poor women and children had it.-Thou art an honest fellow, quoth my uncle Toby.-My father nodded his head, as much as to say,-and so he is.]


Dirge of Al'aric, the Visigoth,

Who stormed and spoiled the city of Rome, and was afterwards buried in the channel of the river Busentius, the water of which had been diverted from its course that the body might be interred. EVERETT.

WHEN I am dead, no pageant train

Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain,
Stain it with hypocritick tear;
For I will die as I did live,
Nor take the boon I cannot give.
Ye shall not raise a marble bust

Upon the spot where I repose;
Ye shall not fawn before my dust,

In hollow circumstance of woes:
Nor sculptured clay, with lying breath,
Insult the clay that moulds beneath.
Ye shall not pile, with servile toil,

Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil

Lay down the wreck of Power to rest;
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him, that was "the scourge of God."*
But ye the mountain stream shall turn,
And lay its secret channel bare,
And hollow, for your sovereign's urn,
A resting-place for ever there :
Then bid its everlasting springs
Flow back upon the King of Kings ;'
And never be the secret said,
Until the deep give up his dead.

My gold and silver ye shall fling

Back to the clods, that gave them birth ;-
The captured crowns of many a king,

The ransom of a conquered earth:
For e'en though dead will I control
The trophies of the capitol.

But when beneath the mountain tide,
Ye've laid your monarch down to rot,
* See the note on page 390.

Ye shall not rear upon its side
Pillar or mound to mark the spot;
For long enough the world has shook
Beneath the terrours of my look ;
And now that I have rum my race,
The astonished realms shall rest a space.


My course was like a river deep,

And from the northern hills I burst,
Across the world in wrath to sweep,

And where I went the spot was cursed,
Nor blade of grass again was seen
Where Alaric and his hosts had been.*

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See how their haughty barriers fail

Beneath the terrour of the Goth,
Their iron-breasted legions quail
Before my ruthless sabaoth,
And low the Queen of empires kneels,
And grovels at my chariot-wheels.


Not for myself did I ascend

In judgment my triumphal car;
'Twas God alone on high did send


The avenging Scythian to the war,
To shake abroad, with iron hand,
The appointed scourge of his command.
With iron hand that scourge I reared

O'er guilty king and guilty realm;
Destruction was the ship I steered,

And vengeance sat upon the helm,
When, launched in fury on the flood,
I ploughed my way through seas of blood,
And in the stream their hearts had spilt
Washed out the long arrears of guilt.

Across the everlasting Alp

I poured the torrent of my powers,
And feeble Cæsars shrieked for help

In vain within their seven-hilled towers;
I quenched in blood the brightest gem
That glittered in their diadem,
And struck a darker, deeper die
In the purple of their majesty,

* See the note on page 390.

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