eligion。 The consolations of philosophy are very amusing； but often fallacious。 It tells us that life is filled with comforts； if we will but enjoy them； and on the other hand； that though we unavoidably have miseries here； life is short； and they will soon be over。 Thus do these consolations destroy each other； for if life is a place of comfort； its shortness must be misery； and if it be long； our griefs are protracted。 Thus philosophy is weak； but religion comforts in an higher strain。 Man is here； it tells us； fitting up his mind； and preparing it for another abode。 When the good man leaves the body and is all a glorious mind； he will find he has been making himself a heaven of happiness here； while the wretch that has been maimed and contaminated by his vices； shrinks from his body with terror； and finds that he has anticipated the vengeance of heaven。 To religion then we must hold in every circumstance of life for our truest comfort； for if already we are happy； it is a pleasure to think that we can make that happiness unending； and if we are miserable； it is very consoling to think that there is a place of rest。 Thus to the fortunate religion holds out a continuance of bliss； to the wretched a change from pain。
But though religion is very kind to all men； it has promised peculiar rewards to the unhappy； the sick； the naked； the houseless； the heavy…laden； and the prisoner； have ever most frequent promises in our sacred law。 The author of our religion every where professes himself the wretch's friend； and unlike the false ones of this world； bestows all his caresses upon the forlorn。 The unthinking have censured this as partiality； as a preference without merit to deserve it。 But they never reflect that it is not in the power even of heaven itself to make the offer of unceasing felicity as great a gift to the happy as to the miserable。 To the first eternity is but a single blessing； since at most it but encreases what they already possess。 To the latter it is a double advantage； for it diminishes their pain here； and rewards them with heavenly bliss hereafter。
But providence is in another respect kinder to the poor than the rich； for as it thus makes the life after death more desirable； so it smooths the passage there。 The wretched have had a long familiarity with every face of terror。 The man of sorrow lays himself quietly down； without possessions to regret； and but few ties to stop his departure： he feels only nature's pang in the final separation； and this is no way greater than he has often fainted under before； for after a certain degree of pain； every new breach that death opens in the constitution； nature kindly covers with insensibility。
Thus providence has given the wretched two advantages over the happy； in this life； greater felicity in dying； and in heaven all that superiority of pleasure which arises from contrasted enjoyment。 And this superiority； my friends； is no small advantage； and seems to be one of the pleasures of the poor man in the parable； for though he was already in heaven； and felt all the raptures it could give； yet it was mentioned as an addition to his happiness； that he had once been wretched and now was comforted； that he had known what it was to be miserable； and now felt what it was to be happy。
Thus； my friends； you see religion does what philosophy could never do： it shews the equal dealings of heaven to the happy and the unhappy； and levels all human enjoyments to nearly the same standard。 It gives to both rich and poor the same happiness hereafter； and equal hopes to aspire after it； but if the rich have the advantage of enjoying pleasure here； the poor have the endless satisfaction of knowing what it was once to be miserable； when crowned with endless felicity hereafter； and even though this should be called a small advantage； yet being an eternal one； it must make up by duration what the temporal happiness of the great may have exceeded by intenseness。
These are therefore the consolations which the wretched have peculiar to themselves； and in which they are above the rest of mankind； in other respects they are below them。 They who would know the miseries of the poor must see life and endure it。 To declaim on the temporal advantages they enjoy； is only repeating what none either believe or practise。 The men who have the necessaries of living are not poor； and they who want them must be miserable。 Yes； my friends； we must be miserable。 No vain efforts of a refined imagination can sooth the wants of nature； can give elastic sweetness to the dank vapour of a dungeon； or ease to the throbbings of a broken heart。 Let the philosopher from his couch of softness tell us that we can resist all these。 Alas！ the effort by which we resist them is still the greatest pain！ Death is slight； and any man may sustain it； but torments are dreadful； and these no man can endure。
To us then； my friends； the promises of happiness in heaven should be peculiarly dear； for if our reward be in this life alone； we are then indeed of all men the most miserable。 When I look round these gloomy walls； made to terrify； as well as to confine us； this light that only serves to shew the horrors of the place； those shackles that tyranny has imposed； or crime made necessary； when I survey these emaciated looks； and hear those groans； O my friends； what a glorious exchange would heaven be for these。 To fly through regions unconfined as air； to bask in the sunshine of eternal bliss； to carrol over endless hymns of praise； to have no master to threaten or insult us； but the form of goodness himself for ever in our eyes； when I think of these things； death becomes the messenger of very glad tidings； when I think of these things； his sharpest arrow becomes the staff of my support； when I think of these things； what is there in life worth having； when I think of these things； what is there that should not be spurned away： kings in their palaces should groan for such advantages； but we； humbled as we are； should yearn for them。
And shall these things be ours？ Ours they will certainly be if we but try for them； and what is a comfort； we are shut out from many temptations that would retard our pursuit。 Only let us try for them； and they will certainly be ours； and what is still a comfort； shortly too； for if we look back on past life； it appears but a very short span； and whatever we may think of the rest of life； it will yet be found of less duration； as we grow older； the days seem to grow shorter； and our intimacy with time； ever lessens the perception of his stay。 Then let us take comfort now； for we shall soon be at our journey's end； we shall soon lay down the heavy burthen laid by heaven upon us； and though death； the only friend of the wretched； for a little while mocks the weary traveller with the view； and like his horizon； still flies before him； yet the time will certainly and shortly come； when we shall cease from our toil； when the luxurious great ones of the world shall no more tread us to the earth； when we shall think with pleasure on our sufferings below； when we shall be surrounded with all our friends； or such as deserved our friendship； when our bliss shall be unutterable； and still； to crown all； unending。
CHAPTER 30
Happier prospects begin to appear。 Let us be inflexible； and fortune will at last change in our favour
When I had thus finished and my audience was retired； the gaoler； who was one of the most humane of his profession； hoped I would not be displeased； as what he did was but his duty； observing that he must be obliged to remove my son into a stronger cell； but that he should be permitted to revisit me every morning。 I thanked him for his clemency； and grasping my boy's hand； bade him farewell； and be mindful of the great duty that was before him。
I again； therefore laid me down； and one of my little ones sate by my bedside reading； when Mr Jenkinson entering； informed me that there was news of my daughter； for that she was seen by a person about two hours before in a strange gentleman's company； and that they had stopt at a neighbouring village for refreshment； and seemed as if returning to town。 He had scarce delivered this news； when the gaoler came with looks of haste and pleasure； to inform me； that my daughter was found。 Moses came running in a moment after； crying out that his sister Sophy was below and coming up with our old friend Mr Burchell。
Just as he delivered this news my dearest girl entered； and with looks almost wild with pleasure； ran to kiss me in a transport of affection。 Her mother's tears and silence also shewed her pleasure。'Here； pappa；' cried the charming girl； 'here is the brave man to whom I owe my delivery； to this gentleman's intrepidity I am indebted for my happiness and safety' A kiss from Mr Burchell； whose pleasure seemed even greater than hers； interrupted what she was going to add。
'Ah； Mr Burchell；' cried I； 'this is but a wretched habitation you now find us in； and we are now very different from what you last saw us。 You were ever our friend： we have long discovered our errors with regard to you； and repented of our ingratitude。 After the vile usage you then received at my hands I am almost ashamed to behold your face； yet I hope you'll forgive me； as I was deceived by a base ungenerous wretch； who； under the mask of friendship； has undone me。'
'It is impossible；' replied Mr Burchell； 'that I should forgive you； as you never deserved my resentment。 I partly saw your delusion then； and as it was out of my power to restrain； I could only pity it！'
'It was ever my conjecture；' cried I； 'that your mind was noble； but now I find it so。 But tell me； my dear child； how hast thou been relieved； or who the ruffians were who carried thee away？'
'Indeed； Sir；' replied she； 'as to the villain who carried me off； I am yet ignorant。 For as my mamma and I were walking out； he came behind us； and almost before I could call for help； forced me into the post…chaise； and in an instant the horses drove away。 I met several on the road； to whom I cried out for assistance； but they disregarded my entreaties。 In the mean time the ruffian himself used every art to hinder me from crying out： he flattered and threatened by turns； and swore that if I