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“ Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you."
• I shall beg leave farther only to propose a few questions to all those, in general, who are pleased to call themselves Christians.
• First, whether there be any thing more directly opposite to the doctrine and practice of Jesus Christ, than to use any kind of force upon men in matters of religion; and consequently, whether all those that practise it (let them be of what church, or sect, they please) ought not justly to be called Antichristians ?
Secondly, whether there can be any thing more unmanly, more barbarous, or more ridiculous, than to go about to convince a man's judgment by any thing but by reason? It is so ridiculous, that boys at school are whipped for it; who, instead of answering an argument with reason, are loggerheads enough to go to cuffs.
And, thirdly, whether the practice of it has not always been ruinous and destructive to those countries where it has been used, either in monarchies or commonwealths? And whether the contrary practice has not always been successful to those countries where it has been used, either in monarchies or commonwealths ?
• I shall conclude with giving them this friendly advice: if they would be thought men of reason, or of a good conscience, let them endeavour by their good counsel and good example to persuade others to lead such lives as may save their souls: and not be perpetually quarrelling amongst themselves, and cutting one another's throats, about those things, which they all agree are not absolutely necessary to salvation.'
A Pindaric Poem on the Death of Lord Fairfax, Father to the
Duchess of Buckingham.
BY GEORGE, LATE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
I. • UNDER this stone does lie
One born for victory;
the meekness too of woman-kind: He never knew what envy was, nor hate;
His soul was fill'd with truth and honesty,
Where impudence itself dares seldom show it's face:
With some of those he had overcome,
Their gesture and their mein,
While they their own ill luck in war repeated,
Was wonderful and great,
Than in his private last retreat:
As can dismiss the power which he has got,
In seeking after power, and get it not.
And with expense of blood had bought
With just as little pride
As if he had been of his enemies' side;
He neither wealth, nor places sought;
He was content to know
(For he had found it so)
He might have been a king,
How much it was a meaner thing
This from the world did admiration draw,
And his foes loved him too,
As they were bound to do,
The Lost Mistress, a Complaint against the Countess of -
• FORSAKEN Strephon in a lonesome glade,
Then as the dewy morn restored the day,
“ What language can my injured passion frame, .
leave no stain
Thus sigh'd the swain: at length, his o'erwatch'd eyes
THE HON. ROBERT BOYLE.
HISTORIANS and political writers, both ancient and modern, have advanced it as an incontestable proposition; "That learning, and the liberal and polite arts, flourish in proportion to the freedom of civil societies. And upon this general maxim some have refined so far as to assert, “That they succeed better under republican, than under monarchical, governments. The latter opinion, however, seems to have been founded
of human knowledge under the ancient commonwealths of Greece; for it by no means holds universally true in modern times. Nor, indeed, is the general maxim itself totally free from exceptions.
France furnishes a splendid instance to prove, that the sun of science may pervade the dense clouds of despotism, and shine forth for a season, even amidst the ravages of tyranny and the carnage of war. Part of the reign of Louis XIV. was the golden age of her arts and sciences.
* AUTHORITIES. Birch's Life of Boyle, prefixed to the edition of his Works, in 5 vols. fol. 1744, Biographia Britannica, and Burnet's Funeral Sermon at his death.