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serious faults atoned for; to receive, with pleasure every symptom of amendment; and lastly, whatever be the proof of guilt, to be slow, and cautious in bringing it forward to the knowledge of mankind,

Such is the manner in which I have attempted to explain this Christian duty of judging our neighbour in righteousness; -allow me to conclude, by pressing earnestly upon your attention this antient, and sublime, law which bears so directly upon human happiness, and is so frequently, and powerfully sanctioned by the gospel: To depreciate our fellow creatures may gratify pride, by the comparative elevation of ourselves; or minister to vanity by the display of lively talents; but the pleasure is soon gone, and the bitterness remains ;we feel that the purity of our own conduct gives us no title to censure that of others; we are conscious of deserving the enmity of those who have been the objects of our malice; and we know that it is not approved, even by those who appear to derive from it the greatest amusement; but to conquer the love of transient applause, to

condemn reluctantly, and for the public good; to defend, and protect, with pleasure; and though passion, pride, and impunity, tempt, to preserve a scrupulous, and awful justice in our judgment of others, is to secure the purest, and most perfect, of all pleasures,-self approbation, and respect. If you can raise your mind to this elevation of virtue, mankind will love, and adore you; every human being will feel his honor, and his good fame, safe in your hands; and that Saviour will heap blessings on your head, who has bid you judge in mercy, and love your neighbour as yourself.

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ON THE

LOVE OF OUR COUNTRY.

SERMON XIII.

PSALM CXXXVII. VERSE I.

By the waters of Babylon, we sat down and wept, when we remembered thee, Oh Sion!

THIS beautiful Psalm was written in commemoration of the Babylonish captivity, written, if we may judge, from the lively feelings it exhibits, soon after the period of that memorable event; and, in truth, it is not possible to read it without emotion: It tells a tale of sorrow with that simple melancholy which the heart can only feel, and the imagination never counterfeit: They hung up their harps on the willow trees,

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