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Oh! it is too late! Fraught with heavy indignätion, the tempest lowers fearfully. Every “face gathers blackness.” Yet scarcely is it perceived, before a new scene of ruin presents itself. Ah! there is no escaping the hand of God!: The skies pour an unabating torrent. An hollow groan is heard through universal nature, deploring the impending destruction. The birds and beasts which remain, excluded from the ark, scream and howl in the woods, whither they had fled for shelter. The sea assaults the shore: the restriction of heaven is removed : it passes it's ancient boundaries: it triumphs already over the plains, and gains upon the hills. The ark floats upon it's bosom. The despairing multitude fasten upon it an eye of distraction: they implore in vain the assistance of the prophet whom they had despised, and whose pitying eyes are again suffased with unavailing tears. He can bear it no longer. He retires to the innermost recesses of his vessel. In the phrenzy of despair, parents clasp their children to their cold bosoms, and flee to the highest mountains. Where else could they resort for shelter? for the boundless sea saps the foundation of the firmest edifices. What is their desperation as the waves approach the summit! It is equally impossible to descend, to rise higher, or to escape. They have prolonged a miserable existence, a few hours, only to sink at last!— It is all in vain! “The waters prevail exceed“ingly: every high hill is covered; and fif“ teen cubits” over their loftiest summits, the flood rises in haughty triumph! Do you turn pale at this sad relation? Ah! weep not for these, “but weep for yourselves!” Do you blame their blindness and infatuation? Behold, the finger of conscience points to you; and it's voice pronounces of you individually, “Thou art the man!” Are there not “scoffers ‘ in these last days, walking after their lusts, “ and saying, Where is the promise of his ‘coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all “ things continue as they were from the be“ginning of the creation.” Oh! this is wilful ignorance—this is incorrigible obstinacy! The great event, discussed this night, stands upon firm evidence; and it is the pledge of that second desolation to which we ought to be looking forwards. Are there not triflers with the long suffering of God; who presume upon his patience, and his mercy; and slumber in the arms of thoughtless sensuality; Let these remember, that judgment procrastinated, is not indignation removed; that the storm, rising slowly, accumulates more strength and fury than a sudden, transient blast. “The day of “ the Lord will come"—will come “as a thief

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“in the night!” Man, retiring weary from the labours of the day, and slumbering under the mantle of darkness, shall be scared from his sleep, “to sleep no more,” by the roar of a thousand thunders, and the crash of dissolving worlds! Darkness shall reign, at intervals, for the last time; and death shall lay down his sceptre for ever! Shaking off the fetters of sleep and of mortality, the man looks around him with an enquiring, distracted eye. Great God! what scenes of despair, and of ruin, present themselves! What language shall describe the horror of that day, in the contemplation of which, imagination fails? Kings, starting from their couch of down, or bursting from their tombs of marble, shall reluctantly resign the sceptres of their burning empires! With what unutterable dismay will they gaze upon the globe itself, as it rolls along infinite space, blasted, and consuming by the lightnings of heaven! Oh! it is no fable! we urge upon you no idle imagination! Already the day approaches—it is even “migh at hand”—“ the judge standeth at “ the door!" The archangel is preparing to blow that blast, which shall “shake terribly” not only the earth, “but also heaven " The glorified saints are looking forwards with “earnest expectation” to that day; and the spirits of the slaughtered redeemed cry, from under the altar, “How long, O Lord, how long!” All things are hastening to be placed under the feet of the Saviour. And then “cometh “ the end"—the last, great day—the day that shall disclose

“A God in grandeur—and a world on fire!”

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I cannot find any passage in Hesiod directly specifying the years of the first men: but he gives a beautiful description of the golden age, and it's influence in the prolongation of human life in Dieb. et Oper. v. 130, et seq. Hudson supposes, in his note upon this passage in Josephus, that Hatoos might be written for Iasogos: “in“telligendo Isidorum Characenum; qui (ut constat ex Luciano de “Macrobiis) in Historia sua attulit exempla regum longaevorum.” He says, however, that it is uniformly written Hasco; in all the Greek manuscripts: but in the Latin, variously, Isiodus, Esiodus, Isiodorus, and Isidorus.

The reference of this note is to page 103, of the preceding Lecture.

Note 2-Testimony of Catullus to the infamy of the old world:

“Sed postguam tellus scelere est imbuta nefando,
Justitiamque omnes cupida de mente fugarunt:

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