_Berinthia_, after she has given in a Scheme for the debauching _Amanda_, is thus accosted by _Worthy_: _Thou Angel of Light, let me fall down and, adore thee_![156] A most Seraphick Compliment to a Procuress! And 'tis possible some Angel or other, may thank him for't in due time. I am quite tired with these wretched Sentences. The sight indeed is horrible, and I am almost unwilling to shew it. However they shall be Produced like Malefactors, not for Pomp, but Execution. Snakes and Vipers, must sometimes be look'd on, to destroy them. I can't forbear expressing my self with some warmth under these Provocations. What Christian can be unconcern'd at such intolerable Abuses? What can be a juster Reason for indignation than Insolence and Atheism? Resentment can never be better shown, nor Aversion more seasonably exerted! Nature made the Ferment and Rising of the Blood, for such occasions as This. On what unhappy Times are we fallen! The Oracles of Truth, the Laws of Omnipotence, and the Fate of Eternity are Laught at and despis'd! That the _Poets_ should be suffer'd to play upon the _Bible_, and Christianity be Hooted off the _Stage_! Christianity that from such feeble beginings made so stupendious a progress! That over-bore all the Oppositions of Power, and Learning; and with Twelve poor Men, outstretch'd the Roman Empire. That this glorious Religion so reasonable in its Doctrine, so well attested by Miracles, by Martyrs, by all the Evidence that _Fact_ is capable of, should become the Diversion of the Town, and the Scorn of Buffoons! And where, and by whom is all this Out-rage committed? why not by _Julian_, or _Porphirie_, not among Turks or Heathens, but in a Christian Country, in a Reform'd Church, and in the Face of Authority! Well! I perceive the Devil was a Saint in his _Oracles_, to what he is in his _Plays_. His Blasphemies are as much improv'd as his Stile, and one would think the Muse was _Legion_! I suppose the _Reader_ may be satisfied already: But if he desires farther proof, there's something more flamingly impious behind. The Christian _Almeida_ when _Sebastian_ was in danger, Raves and Foames like one Possess'd, _But is there Heaven, for I begin to doubt?[157] Now take your swing ye impious Sin unpunish'd, Eternal Providence seems over watch'd, And with a slumbring Nod assents to Murther._ In the next _page_, she bellows again much after the same manner. The _Double Dealer_ to say the least of him, follows his Master in this Road, _Passibus æquis_. Sr. _Paul Plyant_ one would think had done his part: But the ridiculing _Providence_ won't satisfie all People: And therefore the next attempt is somewhat bolder.