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power ameliorated the condition of their most distressed fellow creatures, and in the pathetic language of " I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink : I was a stranger, and ye took me in: naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me :" he will lead them into the mansions of everlasting joy and peace.
But unto the perversely ignorant, the proud, the cruel, the malignant, the tyrannical, the oppressive, the vicious, and the dissipated, who . have rioted in a supposed security, on the soft couch of worldly ease, or the splendid throne of human power, without regarding the ends of their existence: the righteous God will turn unto them in the justness of his wrath, and command them to the regions of unutterable woe. “ Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat : I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not."
If these things have no weight with you, who
power, and who do not exert them, at least, I should suppose, that unspeakable delight which the mind experiences when it has performed a great and meritorious action, is worthy of attain. ment, because no earthly pleasure or gratifica. tion, can in the smallest degree equal those heavenly sensations.
Determined to use my influence at court, towards the benefit of the miserable woman in the dungeons of Calouskoi Ostrog, I had no sooner arrived at St. Petersburg than I got the story related to the Empress, with a promise that no endeavours should be wanting in order to procure an effectual relief for her sufferings. But before the necessary steps were taken in her behalf, I was under the necessity of quiting the Russian Court and St. Petersburg together, upon my tour towards Britain.
“Who, who would live, my Narva, just to breath T. 'This idle air, and indolently run, “ Day after day, the still returning round “ Of life's mean offices, and sickly joys? “ But in the service of mankind to be “ A guardian God below-still to employ “ The mind's brave ardour in herois aims, “ Such as may raise us o'er the groveling herd, * And make shine for cver-That is life.”
TRAVELS OF ABDALLAH
Then farewel love! and farewel, youthful fires ! “ A nobler warmth my kindled breast inspires. “ Far bolder notes the listening wood shall fill : “ Flow smooth, ye rivulets : and, ye gales be still.
« Meek Pow'r! whose balmy-pinion'd gale,
As evening was now lowering over the landskip, and the heat no longer prevented our journey, I proceeded to Abdallah's tent, and hav.