¹ As this address was wrote sometime ago, in which are certain strictures upon Dr. _Warburton_’s writings, who has lately been consecrated a Right Reverend Lord Bishop; I thought it more candid not to alter my stile, than to take the advantage of charging such gross errors, on a Bishop of _Glocester_, which I only found in Mr. and Dr. _Warburton_. The enemies to man’s rising out of the fall of _Adam_, through the Spirit and power of Christ, are many. But the great enemy is SELF-EXALTATION; when self-exaltation ceases, the last enemy is destroyed, and all that came from the _death_ of _Adam_, is swallowed up in victory. What, therefore, has every one so much to fear and abhor, as self-exaltation, and every _outward_ work that proceeds from it. But at what things shall a man look, to see _that_ which raises pride to its strongest life, and most of all hinders the life of the humble Jesus in his soul? Shall he call the _pomps_ and _vanities_ of the world, the highest works of _self-adoration_? Shall he look at _fops_ and _beaux_, and _painted ladies_, to see the pride that has the _most_ of Antichrist in it? No, by no means. These are, indeed, marks shameful enough, of the vain, foolish heart of man: but yet, comparatively speaking, they are but the skin-deep follies of that pride, which the fall of man hath brought forth in him. Would you see the deepest root, and iron-strength of pride, you must enter into the dark chamber of man’s soul, where the light of God (which alone gives humility) being extinguished by the death which _Adam_ died, _self-exaltation_, became the strong man that kept possession of the house, till a stronger than he should come. In this secret source a swelling kingdom of pomps and vanities is set up in the heart of man, to which all outward pomps and vanities are but childish, transitory play-things. The inward _strong man_ of pride, has his higher works _within_; and has every power of the soul, offering continual incense to him. His _memory_, his _will_, his _understanding_ and _imagination_, are always at work for him.――His _memory_ is the faithful repository of all the fine things he hath done. His _will_, though it has all the world before it, yet goes after nothing but as this sends it. His understanding is ever upon the stretch for new projects to enlarge the dominions of it; and if this fails, _imagination_ comes in, to make him a king, and mighty lord of _castles in the air_.