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it is which you and the church both believe.” The only answer the collier could give was, “Why truly, Sir, the church and I both-believe the same thing."
THE INFIDEL ALARMED.
THE late Samuel Forrestor Bancroft, Esq. accompanied Mr. Isaac Weld, jun. in his travels through North America and the two Canadas; a very interesting narrative of which is published. As they were traversing one of the extensive lakes of the northern states in vessel, board of which was Volney, celebrated, or rather notorious, for his atheistical principles, which he has so often avowed, a very heavy storm came on, insomuch that the vessel, which had struck repeatedly with great force, was expected to go down every instant; the mast having gone by the board, the helm quite ungovernable, and, consequently, the whole scene exhibiting confusion and horror. There were many female as well as male passengers on board, but no one exhibited such strong marks of fearful despair as Volney; throwing himself on the deck, now imploring, now imprecating the captain, and reminding him, that he had engaged to carry him safe to his desti. nation, vainly threatening, in case any thing should happen. At last, however, as the probability of their being lost increased, this great mirror of nature, human or inhuman, began loading all the pockets of his coat, waistcoat, breeches, and every place he could think of, with dollars, to the amount of some hundreds; and thus, as he thought, was prepar.
ing to swim for his life, should the expected wreck take place. Mr. Bancroft remonstrated with him on the folly of such acts, saying, that he would sink like a piece of lead with so great a weight on him ; and at length, as he became so very noisy and unsteady as to impede the management of the ship, Mr. Bancroft pushed him down the hatchways. Volney soon came up again, having lightened himself of the dollars, and, in the agony of his mind, threw himself upon deck, exclaiming, with uplifted hands and streaming eyes," Oh, mon Dieu ! mon Dieu !-que'st ce que je ferai, que'st ce que je ferai !”-Oh, my God! my God! what shali I do, what shall I do! This so surprised Bancroft, that, notwithstanding the moment did not very well accord with flashes of humour, yet he could not refrain from addressing-" Eh bien! Mons. Volney! vous avez donc un Dieu a present.” Well, Mr. Volney!—what you have à God now! To which Volney replied, with the most trembling anxiety, “Oh, oui ! oui !!! O yes ! O yes! The ship, however, got safe; and Mr. Bancroft made every company which he went into echo with this anecdote of Volney's acknowledgment of God. Volney, for a considerable time, was so hurt at his weekness, as he calls it, that he was ashamed of shewing himself in company at Philadelphia, &c.: but afterwards, like a modern French philosopher, said, that those words escaped him in the instant of alarm, but had no meaning, and he again utterly renounced them.
walls it, that', was so hurt. Volney,
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THE INFIDEL CORRECTED. A YOUNG gentleman of moderate understanding, but of great vivacity, by dipping into many authors of the modish and freethinking turn, had acquired a little smattering of knowledge just enough to make an atheist or a freethinker, but not a philosopher or a man of sense. With these accomplishments he went into the country to visit his father, who was a plain, rough, honest man, and wise, though not learned. The son, who took all opportunities to shew his learning, began to establish a new religion in the family, and to enlarge the norrowness of their country notions; in which he succeeded so well, that he seduced the butler by his table talk, and staggered his eldest sister. The old gentleman began to be alarmed at the schisms that arose among his children, but did not yet believe his son's doctrine to be so pernicious as it really was, till one day, talking of his setting dog, his son said he did not question but Carlo was as immortal as any one of the family; and in the heat of the argument, told his father, that for his part, he expected to die like a dog. Upon which the old man, starting up in a passion, cried out, “ Then, sirrah, you shall live like one;" and, taking his cane in his hand, cudgelled him out of his system, and brought him to more serious reflections and better studies.
" I do not,” continues Sir Richard Steele, from whom this story is taken, “ mention the cudgelling part of the story with a design to engage the secular arm in matters of this nature; but certainly if it ever exerts itself in affairs of opinion and speculation, it ought to
so pernicious yet believe his among his
as it really his son's his child
do it on such shallow and despicable pretenders to knowledge, who endeavour to give a man · dark and uncomfortable propects of his being, and to destroy those principles which are the support, happiness, and glory, of all public societies, as well as of private persons.”
INGRATITUDE. • THERE is not any vice,” says South, " against which mankind have raised such a loud and universal outcry, as against ingrati. tude ; a vice never mentioned, even by any heathen writer, but with peculiar detestation. An ungrateful man is a reproach to his creation; an exception from all the visible world : neither the heavens above, nor the earth beneath, afford any thing like him; and therefore, if he would find his parallel, he must go to the region of darkness; for, besides himself, there is nothing but hell, that is receiving and never restoring.
“ Ingratitude is too base to return a kindness, and too proud to regard it ; much like the tops of mountains, barren, indeed, but yet lofty : they produce nothing, they feed nobody, they clothe nobody, yet are high and stately, and look down upon all the world about them.
" Ingratitude is generally attended with hard-heartedness, a want of compassion. Thus Nero sent an assassin to murder his own mother, and wished that mankind had but one head, that he might have the pleasure of cutting it off. And what an instance of ingratitude and cruelty have we in Tullia ! Tullia was daugh. ter of Servilius Tullius, sixth King of Rome;
and, having married Tarquinius Superbus, and put him first upon killing her father, and then invading his throne, she came through the street where the body of her father lay, newly murdered and wallowing in his blood: she commanded her trembling coachman to drive his chariot and horses over the body of her king and father, triumphantly, in the face of all Rome, who were looking upon her with astonishment and detestation.”
In a little work, entitled Friendly Cautions to Officers, the following atrocious instance of ingratitude is related. An opulent city in the west of England, little used to have troops with them, had a regiment sent to be quartered. The principal inhabitants and wealthiest merchants, glad to shew their hospitality and attachment to their sovereign, took the first op. portunity to get acquainted with the officers, inviting them to their houses, and shewing every civility in their power. This was, truly, a desirable situation. A merchant extremely easy in his circumstances took so prodigious a liking to one officer in particular, that he gave him an apartment in his own house, and made him, in a manner, absolute master of it, the of. ficer's friends being always welcome to his table.
The merchant was a widower, and had only two .favorite daughters : the officer, in so comfortable a station, cast his wanton eyes upon them, and, too fatally succeeding ruined them both.
Dreadful return to the merchant's misplaced friendship!
The consequence of this ungenerous action was, that all officers ever after were shunned as a public nuisance, as a pest to society; nor have the inhabitants, perhaps, yet conquered their aversion to a red coat.