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the question . Let the impartial reader judge . It will be nocessaxy * fo ? tfcfe sake of those who may iK > t have the book at hand , to cite a few passages , and then offer some remarks on the several parts . ;
The following are the sentiments which the victims of divine anger are supposed to utter , in the state of future punishment . " Who trorst the barriers of my peaceful grave ? Ah ! cruel Death , that would no longer
save ; 'But grudg'd- me e ' en that narrow dark abode , And cast me out , into the wrath of God !
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Must all these pow ' rs , Heav n gave xae to . supply My soul with pleasure , and bring in my joy , Rise up in arms against me , join the ^ fpe , Sense , reason , memor y ^ increase my woe ? And shall my voice , ordam'd on hymns to dwell , Corrupt to groans , and blow the fires of Hell ?
What , no reprieve , no least indulgence giv ' n , - No beam of hope from ^ . ny point of Heav ' n ? Ah I mercy , mercy , art thou dead above ? Js love extinguish'd in the Source of love ? Bold that I am , —did Heav ' n stoop , down toHeU , ¦ .. . . Th' expiring Lord of tife my ransom seal ? Have \ not been industrious to provoke ,
From his embraces obstinately broke ? Pursu ed and panted for his mortal hate , Earn * 4 my destruction , labour d for my fate ; And dare I , on extinguished lope exclaim ? Take , take full vengeance , rouse the slack ' ning flame ; Just is my lot—but , oh \ must it transcend The reach of time $ despair a ( tintant end ! With dreadful growth shoot forward and
arise ,. .: ¦ ¦ ' Where thought can ' t follow , and bold fancy dies 1 Wever /—^ -where falls the soul at that drea . 4 sound ! Down an afry » s , how dark and bow pro ^ found I ,
Down , down I Mill am falling ; horrid pain Ten thousand , thousand fathom still re- < main ! r My plunge still hut begun— -and t Jm for sin ? Gould I offend , if I had neper been ? But still increas ed the senseless happy mass , Flow'd in the stream , or floudah'd in the
.. . grass * - , -. .,: . Father of ftjeraffip ! wl > y , from sclent eajth , IftdsA Thau awake , and purse me into birth ? Tear me from qaiet , j r ^ yisl ? me fr ^ m ni ^ ht ; And make a thankless present of Thy light ?
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Push ia # o being—a reverse of Tkce , And animate a clod with misery 1
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As our dire punishment , for ever strong Our constitution too , for ever young , Curs * a with returns of vigour still the same Pow e rful to bear , and satisfy the flame 5 Still to be caught , and still to be pursued , To perish still , and still * to be renewed ! And this my King ! my God ! at thy decree ^ feature is chang'd , and Hell should succour me /
And canst Thou , then , look down from perfect bliss , And see me plunging in the dark abyss ; Calling Thee Father ! in a sea of fire ; Or pouring blasphemies , at Thy desire ? With mortals' anguish , wilt Thou raise Thy ¦
name „ x A # d by my pangs , Omnipotence proclaim '* Call back Thy thunders , Lord ! hold in thy rage > Nor , with a speck of wretchedness , engage :
Forget me quite , nor stoop a worm to blame , But lose me , in the greatness of Thy name * Thou art all love , all mercy , all divine , And shall I make those glories cease t * shi ? ie ?
Shall sinful man grow great by his offence , And from its course , turn hack Omni ^ potence ? Forhid it , and oh ! grant ., great God , at least , This onq , this slender , almost no request—When 1 have wept a thousand lives away ; When torment is grown weary of its prey ; When I have rav'd ten thousand years iii
fhte $ Ten thousand thousands ,: let me then ekpire t Deep anguish \ but too * latent he hopeless soul , Bound to the bottom of the burning pool , To toss , to wreathe ,, to pant bepeath bis load , And bear the weight of an offended God !"
This is evidentl y the high Ihexelian system , iri irreproveaibie poetry . It is essentially different froriV mtltaris Hell , and , perhaps , on that accbunt , trie more consistent . Here are no tentiives > or occasional diversions ; no * dulcet har * moriy dX sound ; " no gymnastic exercises ; no disputationsy rational or
irrational , ivise or vain , to recreate and calm their perturbed spirits J nor , as far as appears , tiny dismmindtion of cha ratter : —but the antediluvian sinner , and the transgressor ttf slender age , who has but ; W looked into existence ,
and who , in an ungu&nded moment , hath Unwittingly slipped through tf * first hidden snare , on the fatal bridge of hwnfcn life ^ the wiefcefl servant . whp -shall be beaten ' * with many Wipes" and the ignorant efervant , wWo
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464 Inconsistencies of Jffiriters on Future Punishment .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1816, page 464, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2455/page/28/
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