Miscellaneous Pieces, in ProseBarbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia)
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Miscellaneous Pieces, in Prose
Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia)
English prose literature -- 18th century
It is with relation to this last view of the subject that the
observations in this essay are hazarded: for though, as a rule of
life, the authority and salutary effects of religion are pretty
universally acknowledged, and though its tenets have been defended
with sufficient zeal, its affections languish, the spirit of Devotion
is certainly at a very low ebb amongst us, and what is surprising, it
has fallen, I know not how, into a certain contempt, and is treated
with great indifference, amongst many of those who value themselves on
the purity of their faith, and who are distinguished by the sweetness
of their morals. As the religious affections in a great measure rise
and fall with the pulse, and are affected by every thing which acts
upon the imagination, they are apt to run into strange excesses; and
if directed by a melancholy or enthusiastic faith, their workings are
often too strong for a weak head, or a delicate frame; and for this
reason they have been almost excluded from religious worship by many
persons of real piety. It is the character of the present age to allow
little to sentiment, and all the warm and generous emotions are treated
as romantic by the supercilious brow of a cold-hearted philosophy. The
man of science, with an air of superiority, leaves them to some florid
declaimer who professes to work upon the passions of the lower class,
where they are so debased by noise and nonsense, that it is no wonder
if they move disgust in those of elegant and better-informed minds.
Yet there is a devotion, generous, liberal, and humane, the child of
more exalted feelings than base minds can enter into, which assimilates
man to higher natures, and lifts him “above this visible diurnal
sphere.” Its pleasures are ultimate, and, when early cultivated,
continue vivid even in that uncomfortable season of life when some
of the passions are extinct, when imagination is dead, and the heart
begins to contract within itself. Those who want this taste, want a
sense, a part of their nature, and should not presume to judge of
feelings to which they must ever be strangers. No one pretends to be
a judge in poetry or the fine arts, who has not both a natural and a
cultivated relish for them; and shall the narrow-minded children of
earth, absorbed in low pursuits, dare to treat as visionary, objects
which they have never made themselves acquainted with? Silence on such
subjects will better become them. But to vindicate the pleasures of
devotion to those who have neither taste nor knowledge about them, is
not the present object. It rather deserves our enquiry, what causes
have contributed to check the operations of religious impressions
amongst those who have steady principles, and are well disposed to
virtue.
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