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edics, attended with menaces, which stung and griped the poor deluded captive with remorfe when not complied with. Your fcriptures abound with threatenings against the obftinate, flinty and ftony heart; alfo due praise is given to the loving and dutiful. I have found David a man after my own heart, feeking the Lord; and another fcripture, Son, give me your heart; fo that we find in all matters, commendable and difcommendable, the heart is agent, to whom all things were intrufted and enjoined, and from whom due obedience was expected. All the aforefaid we are apprized of, and was found neceffary while they were under the rule and fubject to a fuperior or fpiritual jurifdiction. But now the fpirit is exploded and taken away, it is found neceffary to remove the feat of empire, in imitation of Conftantine the Great, who confidered it proper not to erect christianity on the fpot of heathenifm. So we, in like fort, have removed the feat of empire from the heart, and confirmed it on the brain.

Mofes. The foul animates and gives life to man; will, memory, and understanding are the qualities or faculties of the foul; it acts on the brain, its feat, where it difplays its understanding and memory; its will is lodged in the heart, which is more immediately the feat of freeagency, where all matters and concerns are referred to, and are there ratified and refolved upon or rejected. The will, according to fcripture, and our own feelings, is the fuperior and chief agent, from whom a fcrutiny will be exafted; the brain is bufy inveftigating and paint

ing a thousand images; but the foul is accountable for nothing more to her God than what the heart or will confents to or rejects.

Club. You then fuppofe the foul animates, rules and governs the body; but difplays her faculties more familiarly in the brain and heart, but the heart more powerfully.

Mofes. This is my belief.

Club. We cannot believe what comes not under our cognizance; for feeing is believing, but feeling is the naked truth. A fpiritual fubflance we neither fee or feel, therefore has no weight in our new philofophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere, its firm being fubftantially proved by the fenfes.

Mofes. Your philofophy, being abfurd and ridiculous to a degree of phrenzy, gains no credit with me, neither can I take it into my conception, that reasonable creatures by choice can degrade themselves below the vileft brute. It is not in the power of man, pretend what he will, either through luft, prefumption, or defpair, to unfoul himself.

Club. We are men of honour and philofophers. Can you be fo base born as to suppose that perfons of our rank can depreciate and rob ourselves, if we conceived a fpiritual fubftance. You have more fagacity not to understand that you are a pig, and, if a fit opportunity offered, wallow yourself among the herd. We know one another, although we do not wish to be known.

Mofes. Sir, you put yourself foremost in your prefumption. I feldom wager, but on this oc

cafion I will venture one hundred ducats you do not ftand the teft of your philofophy.

Ignatius. I accept your challenge and flake the fum.

Mofes. There it is; the wager is fealed.
Ignatius. Propofe your teft.

Mofes. One of your new philofophers of this your enlightened age and northern hemifphere, is to be buried or laid in a vault under St. Sepulchre near-by, this night. What I wager is, that you will not fuffer yourself to be faltened. to the corpfe, clofe linked, and pass this night alone without light, but remain totally fecluded from every living creature, in pitch darkness, the whole night, and there remain quiet until our return with the key, (which I shall keep) to take you out in the morning; on this condition the wager is your's.

Ignatius. I expected a difficult task from a man of your years and knowledge, and a Jew Rabbi. The tafk you purpofe is what the religious are trained to from the time of their entering the novitiate, in order to remove fears and terrors that might prevent that due attention they owe their fick neighbour, when priefted, in watching and adminiftring the facraments, and other comforts. I therefore, in honour, fpeak candidly, and offer to relinquish and return your money, or put fome test more difficult and honourable.

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Mofes. I never retract, but yield to your dif cretion, either to bind or reject the proffered wager.

Ignatius.

Ignatius. Bear witnefs, my dearly beloved, and confider this acceptance as an affured mark of my unbiaffed efteem, love, faithful adherence, and fidelity; relinquishing all spiritual fubftances as was heretofore by papifts inculcated in our brain, robbing that Lord God of our new philofophy, of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere of his glory, honour, and exalted title of Lord God, due to none but himself.

Mofes. The bell tolls, the corpfe is arrived,

let's away.

Sexton. Gentlemen, I beg your pardon, I am called away with the lanthorn.

Mofes. This gentleman is brother to the deceafed, he purposes to remain with the corpfe this night; here are two ducats, you know, Rabbi Mofes; leave me the key and lanthorn.

Club. You are fast bound and well fecured in this your heroic courage and zeal for the new philofophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere is firmly fixed and established

evermore.

Ignatius. Bear witnefs to my joy and endearments, delightful banquet, (kiffes the corpfe, and fucks the purging matter from the mouth, noftrils, and eyes) the delights that are properly digefted from our Lord God, the Brain. Ambrofia teaches wisdom. I will here feaft, hug, kiss, wallow, and folace myself with inebriating and ineffable delights.

Mofes. The comforts of a reprobate are deteftable to the lowest and laft degree. I fhall puke. Let us retire. I can hold out no longer. Ignatius.

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Ignatius. I now exult in copying our great patriarch, the great philofopher, who reigns unequalled in the annals of the new philosophy of this our enlightened age and northern hemifphere, the noble and magnanimous Voltaire, who delighted in what no other would touch, and in his last hour fed voluptuously on his own

excrement.

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Mofes. We now leave you to pafs the night in the horrors of a dungeon. Adieu. Adieu. tire to their respective homes.

Scene changes. Luther's apartments.

Luther in bed. O my belly, I fear you will burit. O my belly, how much do you resemble the tower of Babel? Babylon, Babylon is become the receptacle and hold for every uncleanbeaft and hateful bird, which are devouring their Lord and Bishop, as the vulture, Promotheus.

Enter Hoft and Midwife.

Hoft. My Lord Bishop, how do ye? I have obeyed your commands.

Luther. Well done, you good and faithful fervant. I am ready; fee that all things are made ready, and I will arife to put the finishing stroke.

Midwife. My lord, all things are ready. Will you be pleased to prop yourself upon your four ftanders?

Luther. What is all this? what are you at, Nincompoop?

Midwife.

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