It is a comfort which exceeds all others, that as age advances the
end of life is viewed as a mere change of residence, and the mental
eye fixed on heaven, with full confidence in the promises of God. I
would not give this conviction for the wealth of the Indies, for the
empire of the world. And what does one lose by religion? I enjoy all
such pleasures of life as are unattended by remorse, just as much,
or more indeed, far more, than I did while I was a dissipated
character. Reading, composition, serious conversation on any topic
worth discussing, the rural beauties of Nature, and the pleasures of
agriculture, friendship, affection, not love, as it is called, the
whole of which I fear is founded in lust, and proves nineteen times
in twenty the tyrant of the breast, and the fertile source of ten
thousand miseries! Happy those in whom it terminates in a settled,
quiet, tranquil friendship, sufficient to satisfy without the
wanderings of the heart that lead to so much misery.
I was here (at Bradfield) three weeks at Easter after a severe
confinement to incessant business; I am now again in the same deep
retirement, the life of a hermit, after eight weeks of business and
bustle. I feel how vast the benefit is to have these periodical
retirements from the world in silence and solitude. Had I gone
directly from London on my tour, plunging from one busy scene to
another, my mind would have had no time to cool, none to settle into
any calm and tranquil state for reflection, which is unfavourable to
the growth of religion, of morals, nay, of talents to perform
anything of consequence. A round of business or dissipation thus
unbroken is mischievous to the heart, ties it to the world, and
unfits it for every effort of regeneration and repentance, or of
meditation and philosophy.
Lord Euston is going the tour of Suffolk, ordering returns to be
made of all carts, waggons, horses, mills, and ovens; a step
preparatory in the expectation of an invasion. But it is in
everyone’s mouth that with such a price of corn half the country
would join an enemy. I must freely confess I dread the result. We
have no hope but in the protection of the Almighty, who has hitherto
so wonderfully protected us; and what has been the gratitude shown
to Him?
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