that all the benefits of Communication are dependent on its truth; and that almost every benefit of truth, experienced by rational beings, is derived from their mutual veracity.

2. Veracity is the only foundation of Confidence.

Confidence is the great bond of Society among Intelligent beings. Intelligent creatures are supremely dependent on their Creator, and, to a vast extent, on each other. From Him, ultimately, they derive all the good, which they enjoy: and without his perpetual protection, and blessing, they must not only be miserable, but must perish. A great part of these blessings He has been pleased to communicate to us through the instrumentality, and agency, of his rational creatures. To them, immediately, we are indebted for blessings, innumerable in their multitude, incalculable in their importance, and indispensable to our daily safety, peace, and comfort, and not unfrequently to the continuance of our lives. So numerous, and so continual, are these blessings, that they are generally regarded as things of course; and pass by us, unnoticed, and unseen.

Originally, all these blessings are unpossessed by us: all of them from time to time being future. It is necessary, therefore, that we should provide for the acquisition of them by such means as are in our power. As for almost all of them we must be indebted to the agency of others; we are compelled, unavoidably, to rely on their engagements to supply them. Here the field opens, in which confidence is to be exercised; and almost at our very entrance into life, it becomes boundless. We are obliged to trust to parents, and others, for protection, food, raiment, and innumerable other things, indispensable to our subsistence, as well as our comfort, from infancy to manhood. The offices, for which we rely, are necessary, and are rendered; the benefits are indispensable, and are communicated; every day, hour, and moment. Confidence is thus diffused every where, and at all times. We trust as naturally, and unceasingly, as we breathe; and with as little consciousness of the fact. In the same manner is the same confidence extended through life; exercised every moment; placed, in a greater or less degree, on every person, with whom we correspond; and employed about every object, with which we have any concern. If we could not confide; we should, in a sense, know nothing, acquire nothing, and do nothing, to any valuable purpose.

Equally indebted are we to confidence for almost the whole of our happiness. The emotion is delightful in itself, and indispensable to every other delightful emotion. It is equally pleasant to trust, and to be trusted. No supposable union of esteem and goodwill is more pleasing, more elevated, and more refined. Accordingly, it is thus regarded by those, who exercise it, and by those, towards whom it is exercised. Parents are never more delighted, than in the entire confidence of their children. Chil

dren are never more happy, than when they entirely confide in their parents.

Equally necessary is confidence to the existence, and operations, of government. Indeed, Government, without it, would be a nullity. Even the despot himself must rely on a numerous train of agents for the accomplishment of his purposes. Without their co-operation, he could do nothing towards the control of his subjects, beyond what he could accomplish by his own physical strength. Accordingly, he is always compelled to buy the assistance of such agents with extensive gratuities of wealth and honour, as well as to force it by terror.

Virtuous Rulers, who govern a free people by laws, and by influence, stand only on the mutual confidence of themselves and their subjects. Withdraw this confidence; and the Government is annihilated at once. The Rulers become powerless, and the Society is lost in anarchy.

A state of absolute distrust is a state of absolute misery. Like the cold hand of death, Distrust would dissolve the whole frame and texture, of the social body; the joints and the ligaments, the energy and the life. A country could no longer contain its inhabitants; nor even the den its banditti. Such a state of things in this world has, hitherto, never existed in the absolute

sense.

Without confidence, God himself would cease to be the Moral Governor of Intelligent creatures. As I have elsewhere considered this subject; it will be the less necessary to insist upon it here. Still, a few observations concerning it cannot be improper.

It is clear, even to a very limited and obtuse apprehension, that, without confidence in a ruler, voluntary obedience can never exist; that, without voluntary obedience, God can never be pleased with his Intelligent creatures; since no other can be honourable to Him; and that, without the same obedience, those creatures can never be amiable in his sight; since no other can render them virtuous. Distrust is an absolute separation of those beings, in whom it exists, from those, towards whom it is exercised. A being distrusted can never be loved, reverenced, nor voluntarily obeyed. Of such obedience, confidence is the commencement, the soul, and the substance. But, where there is no truth in the ruler, there can be no confidence in the subject. However great, however knowing, the Divine Ruler might be supposed, or perceived to be; his greatness and knowledge would, unless accompanied by veracity, only inspire suspense and terror; suspense and terror pervading the Intelligent Universe, distracting every heart, and filling every world with agitation and anguish. Omnipotence would, indeed, enable him to compel an external conformity to his Pleasure; but the obedience rendered would be the obedience of slaves, and not of children. It is a plain moral impossibility, that a Being without VOL. III.

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veracity should be respected or loved. However great and splendid an earthly Ruler may be; however successful in his designs; however magnificent in his mode of living; however distinguished for his talents; and however liberal in his largesses; he would, if a liar, be still a base and contemptible being. Falsehood in an Infinite Being would render him infinitely contemptible. Even the benevolence of the Gospel, without Truth, (if it were possible to separate them) would be changed into a kind of amiable weakness; a silly, wavering good nature, and would cease to command respect.

A Ruler, without truth, could offer no motives to his subjects, which could induce them to obey. Should he enact laws, promise rewards, and threaten penalties; it would be very uncertain whether the law prescribe the conduct, which would be agreeable to him; whether the rewards would be given to such as faithfully obeyed; or whether the penalties would be inflicted on such as dis obeyed. Whatever he promised; whatever he threatened; no reliance could be placed on his declarations; and they could, therefore, hold out no motives to obedience. But a moral government is a government operating by motives; and without motives cannot exist.

Thus it is completely evident, that the Kingdom of God, or his Government of the Intelligent Universe, rests upon Truth, as its foundation.

3. Veracity is the source of inestimable Personal good.

Veracity is the first constituent of an honourable, and even of a fair, reputation. A bad man, who is known always to speak truth, will always command a considerable share of respect; but a liar is despised of course. So contemptible is falsehood, that to charge any man with this vice is universally regarded as the last affront, which scorn and ill-nature are able to offer; as an injury, for which an atonement can scarcely be made.

Without Veracity, Virtue, as has been heretofore remarked, can in no sense exist. To the existence of virtue, then, in our own minds, Veracity is indispensable.

Equally indispensable is it to Self-approbation. Conscience, like God, always delights in truth; and always approves of speaking truth. This approbation it faithfully, and invariably, whispers to the soul. Few enjoyments can be compared with self-approbation. It is delightful; it is full of peace, comfort, and hope; it is independent of time and accident, of friends and enemies. The world cannot give it: the world cannot take it away.

Conscience, on the other hand, abhors a lie; and solemnly, and dreadfully, reproaches the Liar. Wherever falsehood is loved, and uttered, Conscience pierces the soul with stings of agony; and holds up to the culprit a dreadful mirror, by which all his deformity and guilt are forced upon his view. The terrible likeness he is compelled to own. At the sight of this awful image he trembles

falters; and reluctantly, but irresistibly, sinks beneath the proper level of his nature.

Veracity is the source, also, of all personal Dignity. There is no dignity without consistency of character. A merely fickle, changeable man, although intentionally sincere, is at the best, but a mere trifler; and can never be the subject of real respectability. Moral inconsistency is still more hostile to dignity. The subject of it is, to every eye, not only contemptible, but odious. To himself, particularly, he appears of necessity base and despicable; and is forced to feel, that by his own crimes he has sunk himself below the proper character and rank of man.

Veracity makes us like to God. This glorious Being styles himself a God of Truth; and declares it to be impossible, that he should lie. Truth is the moral immutability of his character, and the moral consistency of finite intelligences. Him, Truth surrounds with dignity infinite. Them, it exalts to a resemblance of Him, which is divine and eternal; an image of Supreme excellence and beauty.

Veracity is no less the source of Usefulness. Men never voluntarily employ those, in whom they do not place confidence. As vinegar to the teeth, and as smoke to the eyes, so is the loiterer to him that sendeth him. The fear of being deceived, the suspense and anxiety, which we necessarily feel, when our affairs are in the hands of unfaithful men, soon forbid a repetition of the same experiment. Equally unwilling are we, in all ordinary cases, to be employed by men of this character. Such men demand from us services, expect from us compliances, and propose to us terms, inconsistent both with comfort, and integrity; and, when our services are performed, they will usually, so far as safety will permit, and their own convenience may require, defraud us of our proper reward. I know of but one exception to these remarks. Bad men do, I acknowledge, einploy bad men to promote a bad cause: but even they confide useful, honourable employment, only to persons of integrity. Equally necessary is this attribute to the production, and establishment, of that influence, which constitutes a great part of the usefulness of every useful man, liar can neither convince others, nor persuade others. Others cannot engage with him in any serious, useful design. They cannot enter into his service, nor employ him in theirs, with safety, or hope. His falsehood is a blast upon his character, and upon his interests, alike. He, who is connected with him, lives in continual fear of being betrayed; and he only, who shuns him, is either happy or safe.

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Finally; Veracity is indispensable to our Acceptance with God. The Psalmist, when he inquires, Who shall ascend into the tabernacle of the highest? solemnly answers, He that speaketh truth in his heart; he that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not. Such is the universal language of the Scriptures. Lying lips, saith the

wise man, are an abomination unto the Lord. There shall in no wise enter into the city any thing that defileth; nor he that loveth, and maketh, a lie. Every liar, therefore, knows, that he is in a state of condemnation; that, hitherto, he has no title to endless life, nor a single hope of final acceptance with God. Before these blessings can be begun, his ruling character must be renounced. He, who requireth truth in the inward parts, can turn no eye, but that of indignation and abhorrence, upon a soul, polluted with falsehood, and enstamped with the foul image of him, who was a liar from the beginning, and the father of it. In Heaven a liar would be a gazing-stock; a spot on the beautiful and glorious aspect of that happy world; a curse to himself; and a nuisance to its exalted inhabitants.

There is one world in the Universe, and, so far as we are informed, but one, in which Truth is unknown, and falsehood reigns, and ravages. Here all liars have their part; and all, who dwell here, are liars. Here, to deceive, and to be deceived, is the base employment, and the wretched lot. Truth, here, is never spoken, unless to deceive; and confidence is never exercised. Friendship, sociality, the union of hearts, and the interchange of affections, are never found in this dreary and dreadful region. In the midst of millions, every individual is alone. A gloomy and terrible solitude broods over the desolate vast; and the eye of suffering and sorrow, stretching its look of anguish above, around, beneath, finds no friend, in whom it may confide; no bosom, on which it may repose with comfort, peace, or hope.

How different is that delightful residence, where all who love, and speak, Truth, are by the boundless goodness of the Creator united in a divine and blissful assembly. Here, Truth, by every member of this vast and happy family, is loved, studied, embraced, and spoken, for ever. Confidence, here, enters the soul; and takes up, in this unsullied mansion, its eternal residence. Friendship, the twin sister of Confidence, dwells, and smiles, by her side; and sheds upon the purified mind her immortal enjoyments: while God with infinite complacency beholds this illustrious work of his own hands; and showers around it with eternal profusion the evergrowing blessings of his unchangeable love.