It is, however, a matter of congratulation, that his Lordship, in common with the republican Confessor, has not revealed his creed without very honestly displaying the influence of this creed upon his own mind. We should not, indeed, have credited a man of his sentiments, had he assured us he was happy: happiness takes no root in such soils. But it is still better to have his own testimony to the unmixed misery of licentiousness and unbelief. It is almost comforting to be told, if we dared to draw comfort out of the well of another man's miseries, that "Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though pleasure fires the maddening soul, The heart--the heart is lonely still." It is consolatory also to contrast the peace and triumph of the dying Christian, with the awful uncertainty, or rather the sullen despair, which breathe in these verses. "'Aye--but to die and go'--alas, Where all have gone, and all must go; To be the nothing that I was, Ere born to life and living woe. "Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free; And know, whatever thou hast been, 'Tis something better not to be." Nor can religion be more powerfully recommended than by the following avowal of an apostle of the opposite system. "No, for myself, so dark my fate Through every turn of life has been, Man and the world I so much hate, I care not when I quit the scene."