Miscellaneous Pieces, in ProseBarbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia)
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Miscellaneous Pieces, in Prose
Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia)
English prose literature -- 18th century
We are likewise too scrupulous in our public exercises, and too
studious of accuracy. A prayer strictly philosophical must ever be a
cold and dry composition. From an over-anxious fear of admitting any
expression that is not strictly proper, we are apt to reject all warm
and pathetic imagery, and, in short, every thing that strikes upon the
heart and the senses. But it may be said, ‘If the Deity be indeed so
sublime a being, and if his designs and manner are so infinitely beyond
our comprehension, how can a thinking mind join in the addresses of the
vulgar, or avoid being overwhelmed with the indistinct vastness of such
an idea?’ Far be it from me to deny that awe and veneration must ever
make a principal part of our regards to the Master of the universe, or
to defend that style of indecent familiarity which is yet more shocking
than indifference: but let it be considered that we cannot hope to
avoid all improprieties in speaking of such a Being; that the most
philosophical address we can frame is probably no more free from them
than the devotions of the vulgar; that the scriptures set us an example
of accommodating the language of prayer to common conceptions, and
making use of figures and modes of expression far from being strictly
defensible; and that, upon the whole, it is safer to trust to our
genuine feelings, feelings implanted in us by the God of nature, than
to any metaphysical subtleties. He has impressed me with the idea of
trust and confidence, and my heart flies to him in danger; of mercy to
forgive, and I melt before him in penitence; of bounty to bestow, and
I ask of him all I want or wish for. I may make use of an inaccurate
expression, I may paint him to my imagination too much in the fashion
of humanity; but while my heart is pure, while I depart not from the
line of moral duty, the error is not dangerous. Too critical a spirit
is the bane of every thing great or pathetic. In our creeds let us
be guarded; let us there weigh every syllable; but in compositions
addressed to the heart, let us give freer scope to the language of the
affections, and the overflowing of a warm and generous disposition.
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