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of eternity, and, especially, concerning the everlasting state of wicked men. Hear then the righteous and fearful decree that shall be passed upon the guilty at the last judgment
Z“ depart ye cursed into everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels.” So these fall go away into everlafiing punishment. And the fmoke of their torment afcendeih forever and ever. The most dreadful idea in the torments of hell is, that they shall be forever and ever. The furnace of the wrath of God. burns with un quenchable fire. When the guilty soul surveys the horrors of her definy, then casts her view forward into futurity as far as her thoughts can reach, but can find no period, no mitigation of her pains-what despair must overwhelm her!---Dreadful is the present! but oh!--the future is hopeless!
Such is the unhappy termination of a life of pleasure and self indulgence, which the history of this rich man presents to us. It paints, in the most affecting colours, the infatuation of those who sacrifice the immortal interests of the soul for the false and fugitive enjoyments of sense. This story conveys a lellon the more intruétive, because it
is that of a man who, as far as appears to us, was not profligate, cruel, or unjust. His fupreme object seems to have been to enjoy himself. Vain, perhaps, and oftentatious, he lived in fplendor and in pleasure. But, in the indulgence of pleasure he seems to have been forgetful of his duties to heaven, rather than impious---inattenlive to the offices of charity, which the neceflities of Lazarus demanded, rather than inhuman-incapable of the self-government and self-denials that religion requires, rather than indecent in his morals. Yet, at last, you see him make his bed in hell. From the flattering arms of unsuspected joys, he descends to the cruel embrace of everlasting flames. Consider and lay to heart, ye who are lovers of pleafure more than lovers of God, this awful example of the holiness and justice of the Supreme Judge-ye who flatter yourselves that you are innocent as long as you are not profligate-who imagine that, if you preserve your manners within certain boundaries permitted by fashion, and do not openly offend against the sentiments of mankind, you will not be questioned for the graces of the gospel. Ah! look on this miserable fon of perdition and correct errors so fatal. It is possible to preserve a fair and decent exterior, to be approved and even admired by the world, and yet be found wanting in the balances of divine justice.
Above all, let those who refuse to listen to admonition cr advice in their career of pleasure—who seldom are calm and impartial enough to reason fairly on the pernicious tendency, and fatal termination of their course—who have not sentiment enough to be moved by any representation of the charms of virtue, nor grace sufficient to underifand the beauties of holiness, attend to the object presented to them in this parable. It addresses our senses and our fears the only remaining principles by which we can reach the heart when reason is overborne and the sentiments of piety are extinguished in the riot of the passions. For this purpose I have endeavoured to raise up to your view an unhappy spirit from those dismal abodes, that the image of another's misery may bring you, if polfible, to timely reflection. You behold in him a preacher who speaks to you from the place of sufferings. You who ask with affected indifference, or with impious levity what passes in that invisible world, learn it from one who shews you what he is, and tells you what he suffers.—He besought Abraham that Lazarus might be sent to admonish his incredulous brethren of their danger-Miserable soul! that office he performs himself to you. And he raises his voice amongst us to day to warn you left you also come to that place of torment. Eternal author of truth! add to this awful admonition, the effectual persuasion of thy Holy Spirit !
THE PENITENT WOMAN AT THE FEET
LUKE VII. 37, 38.
And behold a woman in the city, who was a
Anner, when she knew that Jefus fat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, and food at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with her tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and killed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
A COURTEZAN of Jerusalem appears A in this history as an humble penitent at the feet of Jesus. In the pursuits of pleasure her paflions had overborne that exquisite delicacy of sentiment, and that imid and retiring modely which, as it is