and seldom goes further in tracing its more distant consequences.
Trophies of the instruments of music or of agriculture, imitated in
painting or in stucco, make a common and an agreeable ornament of our
halls and dining rooms. A trophy of the same kind, composed of the
instruments of surgery, of dissecting and amputation-knives, of saws
for cutting the bones, of trepanning instruments, &c., would be absurd
and shocking. Instruments of surgery, however, are always more finely
polished, and generally more nicely adapted to the purposes for which
they are intended, than instruments of agriculture. The remote effects
of them too, the health of the patient, is agreeable; yet as the
immediate effect of them is pain and suffering, the sight of them
always displeases us. Instruments of war are agreeable, though their
immediate effect may seem to be in the same manner pain and suffering.
But then it is the pain and suffering of our enemies, with whom we
have no sympathy. With regard to us, they are immediately connected
with the agreeable ideas of courage, victory, and honour. They are
themselves, therefore, supposed to make one of the noblest parts of
dress, and the imitation of them one of the finest ornaments of
architecture. It is the same case with the qualities of the mind. The
ancient stoics were of opinion, that as the world was governed by the
{35} all-ruling providence of a wise, powerful, and good God, every
single event ought to be regarded, as making a necessary part of the
plan of the universe, and as tending to promote the general order and
happiness of the whole: that the vices and follies of mankind,
therefore, made as necessary a part of this plan as their wisdom or
their virtue; and by that eternal art which educes good from ill, were
made to tend equally to the prosperity and perfection of the great
system of nature. No speculation of this kind, however, how deeply
soever it might be rooted in the mind, could diminish our natural
abhorrence for vice, whose immediate effects are so destructive, and
whose remote ones are too distant to be traced by the imagination.
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