Men, who have _not_ been _accustomed to thinking_;—but whose Lives have been spent in the various Occupations, or dissipated Pleasures of the World, by having been habituated daily to view the common round which Providence takes in the natural Events of Life, never felt their Wonder and Admiration excited by considering them in the Manner which is incumbent on reasonable, intelligent Beings. Those, on the other Hand, whose only _real_ Enjoyments proceed from a delightful Indulgement of the Soul in Contemplations on the astonishing Works of God, _divest_ themselves of _that Familiarity to them_ which the hourly Evidence of their Senses would otherwise have obscured—and render’d Matter for no rational Reflection. Thus we are blind to the surprizing _progressive_ Change, which enlarges a new born Infant, to the size of Manhood! or a small Seed, to a large Tree!—If an Infant, _the day after its Birth_, was to walk round the Town, in compleat symmetry of Person, and six Feet high, would not the Miracle forcibly strike the Minds of the most thoughtless of our Species?—The difference is made only _by Custom_. Twenty Hours, and Twenty Years, are exactly the same in the Sight of God!—_My_ Amazement is excited by seeing the Change wrought _in twenty Years_, to the full in _as high a degree_, as the _same Sight_, in twenty _Hours_, would raise the Astonishment of an embroidered Maccaroni at Carlisle House, or, of an infinitely _more_ rational, esteemable Being; a poor, ignorant Labourer in the Fields! The Work of Nature, _in Labour_, is one of it’s most extraordinary Acts!—Untill the Parts are _in some degree prepared_ by the miraculous Change effected in them _by the Labour Pains_, the Child could no more enter the World than it could fly into the Clouds!—Untill the Parts are _properly_ prepared, the Child cannot appear without _the most obvious_ Danger. Every Pain has it’s Office,—it lubricates—it dilates. Where these Pains are _not_ violent—are _not_ quick in their Return—but are lingering, and tedious, they _plainly_ indicate that _the Woman requires great Preparation_—Nature is _gradually_, and by _the most gentle_ Means, forwarding _the Distension_—and if left _to herself_, will _not_ bring on the Birth till every thing _is accommodated to her Purpose_.