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499. Will Honeycomb's Account of the Siege

of Hersberg, and his Dream
500. Defence and Happiness of a married

501. Patience, an Allegory.............
502. On the Taste of a Roman and English

theatrical Audience..........

503. Ralph Wonder's Account of the Phan-

tom at Church.........

504. Substitutes for Conversation-Trick of


505. On Conjurors and Revealers of Dreams ADDISON
506. Reflexions on Errors in Marriage-

Characters of Erastus, Letitia, Taw-

dry, and Flavilla......
507. On party Lies
508. Description of a Tavern-tyrant-Com-

plaint against a Coxcomb..........

509. On Abuses at the Royal Exchange

Maxims of Thrift

510. On the irresistible Power of Beauty......
511. Will Honeycomb's Proposal of a Fair

for Marriage-Sale of unmarried


512. On giving Advice

513. Meditation on Death, a Hymn.........

514. Vision of Mount Parnassus ...







N°453. SATURDAY, AUGUST 9, 1712.

Non usitatâ nec tenui ferar

HOR. 2 Od. xx. I.
No weak, no common wing shall bear
My rising body through the air.

CREECH. There is not a more pleasing exercise of the mind than gratitude. It is accompanied with such an inward satisfaction, that the duty is sufficiently rewarded by the performance. It is not like the practice of many other virtues, difficult and painful, but attended with so much pleasure, that were there no positive command which enjoined it, nor any recompence


up for it hereafter, a generous mind would indulge in it, for the natural gratification that accompanies it.

If gratitude is due from man to man, how much more from man to his. Maker! The Supreme Being does not only confer upon us those bounties, which proceed more immediately from his hand, but even those benefits which are conveyed to us by others. Every blessing we enjoy, by what means soever it may be derived upon us, is the gift of Him who is the great Author of good, and Father of mercies. If gratitude, when exerted towards one another,



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naturally produces a very pleasing sensation in the mind of a grateful man ; it exalts the soul into rapture, when it is employed on this great object of gratitude, on this beneficent Being who has given us every thing we already possess, and from whom we expect every thing we yet hope for.

Most of the works of the pagan poets were either direct hymns to their deities, or tended indirectly to the celebration of their respective attributes and perfections. Those who are acquainted with the works of the Greek and Latin poets which are still extant, will

upon reflection find this observation so true, that I shall not enlarge upon it. One would wonder thạt more of our Christian poets have not turned their thoughts this way, especially if we consider, that our idea of the Supreme Being is not only infinitely more great and noble than what could possibly enter into the heart of an heathen, but filled with every thing that can raise the imagination, and give an opportunity for the sublimest thoughts and conceptions.

Plutarch tells us of a heathen who was singing an hymn to Diana, in which he celebrated her for her delight in human sacrifices, and other instances of cruelty and revenge ; upon which a poet, who was present at this piece of devotion, and seems to have had a truer idea of the divine nature, told the votary, by way of reproof, that, in recompence for his hymn, he heartily wished he might have a daughter of the same temper with the goddess he ce·lebrated. It was impossible to write the praises of one of those false deities, according to the pagan creed, without a mixture of impertinence and absurdity.

The Jews, who before the time of Christianity were the only people who had the knowledge of the true God, have set the Christian world an example

how they ought to employ this divine talent of which I am speaking. As that vation produced men of great genius, without considering them as inspired writers, they have transmitted to us many hymns and divine odes, which excel those that are delivered down to us by the ancient Greeks and Romans, in the poetry, as much as in the subject to which it was consecrated. This I think might easily be shown, if there were occasion for it.

I have already communicated to the public some pieces of divine poetry; and, as they have met with a very favourable reception, I shall from time to time publish any work of the same nature, which has not yet appeared in print, and may be acceptable to my readers.

• When all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys ;
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise :

• O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But Thou canst read it there.

• Thy providence my life sustain’d,

And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon thee breast.


• To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in pray’r.

• Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

I ran,

When in the slipp’ry paths of youth

With heedless steps
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

VII. * Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear’d my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

VIII. • When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renew'd my face,
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviy'd my soul with grace,

IX. • Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Has made my cup rin o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend

Has doubled all my store.

• Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy:

• Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death in distant worlds The glorious theme renew.

• When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

• Through all eternity to Thee

A joyful song l’ll raise, For, oh! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise,'

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