ΤΟ THE INFIDEL RECLAIMED. FEW ages have been deeper in dispute about religion 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 shown) mere empty sounds, 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 particular 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 im mortality are not far from being Christians: for it is hard to conceive 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 impar. tial 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 impor tant! 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. THE Complaint. NIGHT VI. THE INFIDEL RECLAIMED. IN TWO PARTS. Containing the Nature, Proof, and Importance, of Immortality. PART I. Where, among other Things, Glory and Riches are partien. larly considered. Inscribed to the Rt. Hon. Henry Pelham. SHE* (for I know not yet her name in Heaven) Not early, like Narcissa, left the scene, Nor sudden, like Philander. What avail? This fancied med'cine heightens the disease. O the long dark approach, through years of pain, How oft I saw her dead, while yet in smiles! * Referring to Night the Fifth, In smiles she sunk her grief to lessen mine: Dearer than that he left me. Dreadful post Less dread the day that drove me to the brink, When my soul shudder'd at futurity; By why more woe? more comfort let it be. Rich in expedients for inquietude, Is prone to paint it dreadful. Who can take Dark ignorance is lavish of her shades; But grant the worst, 'tis past; new prospects rise, In Stygian dye, how black, how brittle, here; Of universal Nature! to lay hold, By more than feeble faith, on the Supreme! |