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CHAP. II.

ON SOCIAL LOVE.

« This only can the bless bestow,

« Immortal fouls foould prove,
From one foort word all pleasures flow,
Tbat blessed word is-Love."

PROUD.

THE

'HE first fruits of a creature's love

are due to God, as to his Creator and the author of all his good ; the second are due to men, as to his brethren and fellow sharers in the boun. ries of their common parent. Having in the preceding chapter, demonstrated the importance of loving God, proceed we in this to consider the beauty and blessedness of social love.

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To be caressed and beloved by all around us, is one of the dearest wishes of the human heart. It is a natural, it is a laudable wish. Great pains have been taken, and infinite expence

incura red to attain this coveted honor, and yet the greater part never attain it, merely through defect of love on their own part. Let beauty, wit, gold, &c. boast and do all they can, yet will it be found in the end, that

“ In spite of all the dull mistaken elves,
“ They who wou'd make us love, must love, them-

« felves.

every heart.

Love is the universal charm. It pofsesses a beauty that wins and ravishes

A single fpark of it in generosity of dealing excites our admiration; a glimpse of it in courteous behaviour fecures to a man our esteem, and sweetly endears him to us. How charming is the countenance that is brightened by the smiles of love ! How sweet the voice that is tuned by the

melody

melody of love! How gladdening to the heart, the beams that sparkle from the eye of love! Indeed love, or goodness, which is but another name, is the only amiable thing in nature.

Power and wealth may be respected, wit and beauty may be admired, but if separated from goodness, they neither deserve nor can command our love :, For the worst and most wretched of beings pofsess them in a very high degree. The prince of darkness has more power, and tyrannizes over more flaves by. far than the Great Turk. One devil may have more wit than all the Achitophels in the world, and yet, with all his wit, he is very odious and miserable. And such, in proportion, is every one who partakes in his accursed disposition of hatred and malice.

SEE how Pandorus is beloved and carefled: Is it because of his honesty ? This virtue only gains our esteem, but

does

does not captivate the heart. Is it because he is beneficent and friendly? Many who are so fond of his company have no need of his affistance. Is it because he is gay, humorous, and entertaining ? This would render him agreeable, only when gaiety is seasonable. No, he is more beloved than any other man in the world, only because he is the most affectionate man in it. He seems to live but to please, to oblige, and to serve his friends. If he find out what will please you, he prevents your desires, and does it with such an air of cheerfulness, that, while he has no other view than to oblige you, he seems to follow nothing but his own choice and inclinations. This charming complaisance of Pandorus was not learned in the school of the world; but is the rich fruit of his genuine benevolence. Hence it renders him equally endearing and equally agreeable, at all

times, times, and to all ranks. He is not a fycophant to the great, and scornful or negligent of the poor ; he does not treat you to-day as a dear friend, and to-morrow knows you not, but uniformly his looks and manners are those of the man who considers both the rich and the poor as his brethren. If you love like Pandorus, and like him take a pleasure in contributing to the happiness of others, I will answer for the friendship of all who know you ; this is a perfection that will engage people at all times, in all places, and on all occasions.

But love not only renders us thus dear and defireable to others; but it spreads the sunshine of sweetest peace over our own minds.

It delivers us from the tyranny of all those bad pasfions which make us miserable. Like a golden curb it checks the fierceness of anger, that dangerous storm and hurricane of the soul. A man can hardly

be

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