the Labourer, who can lye down in the silent Grave, as to his Nights Repose.

But what need I evince the difference between the Righteous and the Sinners, at the Hour of Death? Your own Observations will speak more loud than my words. Whoever has seen the Exit of a wicked Man, must know that the Debauchee, at such a Moment, is in Tremblings and Agonies, while the Good Man is compos'd and serene; One fancies the Furies are snatching at his Soul, the other is ready to give up his Spirit into the Arms of his Saviour, and crys out in tender Groanings, Why is thy Chariot so long in coming? The Debauchee can no longer continue in this World, yet dare not look forward to the next: The virtuous Man, can gaze at another Life with Pleasure and leave the present Scene with Joy.

Second Head, was to consider more particularly, The Insignificancy of earthly Possessions for the gaining this Death of the Righteous. As soon as Man enters the Meridian of Life, and Ambition has got the better of softer Passions; with what eagerness launches he forth to the Paths of Preferment! Was the Voyage of Life for Five Hundred Years: I must own I am at a Loss to know what we could do more in providing for the Passage: Was our Part on the Stage, in the Acting to take up Five Thousand Years, could we lay the Scheme with a deeper Design? or project the Machinery with greater Fatiegue? Man hurries by Day, and watches by Night; his Interest is first in his Thoughts when he rises, and the last takes leave when he goes to Repose; he hurries, sweats, labours, and still the Mark and Goal is Interest.

But wherefore are Riches thus amiable to Us? 'Tis sure against Nature to be in love with Dross; 'tis monstrous for a rational Being to be subject to Dirt. But perhaps Riches can buy Us The Death of the Righteous? No! They cannot ease Us of one single sting of Conscience. They cannot purchase Us one Moment from the Arrest of Death. The Hero who had rang'd the Earth, must be lok'd in the Limits of a Tomb; the Miser who had gain'd huge Acres of Land, must yeild up all for six poor Foot of Earth. Go to now ye Rich Men, weep and howl for your Miseries that shall come upon you: Your Riches are corrupted, and your Garments are Motheaten: Your Gold and Silver is canker'd, and the Rust of them shall be a Witness against You, and shall eat your Flesh as it were Fire: Ye have heaped up Treasure against the Last Days. Jam. 5. 1, 2, 3.

Tho' this was directed, I think, particularly to the Jewish Misers, whose Gold would excite the Romans to destroy them; we may yet extend it to Christians; and if the Rust of their Treasure does not corrode and eat their Flesh like Fire, in this Life, 'twill certainly hereafter bring upon them the Fire of Hell. The Simily is very Circastical, as Fire if once encourag'd and encreas'd, devours all before it, so Gold if once gather'd together by unlawful Usury will bring on its Owner Destruction. For with submission, I cannot easily think that The excellent Dr. Hammond had altogether sufficient Reason for altering here, our Translation in Use. He places the stop after Flesh: The Rust of them shall be a Witness against you And shall eat your Flesh: As it were Fire, ye have heaped up Treasure, against the Last Days. The Phraze seems more natural, to say, The Rust of your Money shall eat and destroy your Flesh, as Fire eats away and destroys Fuel; than to say, Ye have treasured up Gold as a Man should hoard and