_Brethren, my heart’s desire and prayer to God_ is, that he would _gather the outcasts of Israel_. And I doubt not, but when the fulness of the _Gentiles_ is come in, then _all Israel shall be saved_. But mean time, is there not great cause that ye should say with _Daniel_, _O Lord, righteousness belongeth unto thee, but unto us confusion of face, as at this day, to the men of Judah, and unto all Israel. O Lord, we have sinned, we have rebelled against thee, neither have we obeyed the voice of the Lord our God. Yet O our God, incline thine ear, and hear; open thine eyes and behold our desolations; for we do not present our supplications before thee for our righteousnesses, but for thy great mercies. O Lord hear! O Lord forgive! O Lord, hearken and do! Defer not, for thine own sake; for thy city and thy people that are called by thy name._ 15. I cannot conclude without addressing myself to you also, who do not admit either the _Jewish_ or _Christian_ revelation. But still you desire to be happy. You own the essential difference between vice and virtue; and acknowledge, (as did all the wiser _Greeks_ and _Romans_) that vice cannot consist with happiness. You allow likewise that gratitude and benevolence, self-knowledge and modesty, mildness, temperance, patience and generosity, are justly numbered among virtues; and that ingratitude and malice, envy and ill-nature, pride, insolence and vanity, gluttony and luxury, covetousness and discontent, are vices of the highest kind. Now let us calmly enquire, how far _your_ life is consistent with your principles. * You seek happiness. But you find it not. You come no nearer it with all your labours. You are not happier than you was a year ago. Nay, I doubt you are more unhappy. Why is this, but because you look for happiness there, where you own it cannot be found? Indeed, what is there on earth which can long satisfy a man of understanding? His soul is too large for the world he lives in. He wants more room. Æstuat infelix augusto limite Mundi, Ut brevibus clausus Gyaris, parvaque seripho. He has already travelled through all which is called pleasure; diversions and entertainments of every kind. But among these he can find no enjoyment of any depth; they are empty, shallow, superficial things: they pleased for a while, but the gloss is gone: and now they are dull and tasteless. And what has he next? Only the same things again; for this world affords nothing more. It can supply him with no change. Go, feed again: but it is upon one dish still. Thus _Occidit miseros crambe repetita._ Yet what remedy under the sun!