Of 1\1r. Henry Scaugat 405 it all the other bumaL1 leartlitJg. he was n1after of. He was ~nfible of the 1itde ln1owledge-we had in the drs ruoluntatis; how little we underftood of tne nature of n~ens pafiions. and inclinations, and what things were n1ofr capable of bending their wills, an.d prevailing upon their minds, ac– cording to tl1eir different tempers. And accordingly he judged' there were two dfential defeCts in our bd1: kind of elo;– quence. The one was, That, ii1 tf1e n1e– dirating our difcourfes,~ we rather .n1erefy confidered the i1futs ofour reafon, and t11e nature of the thing we w~re thinking, o~ and did not fo n1uch refleCt upon the tetn– per of the perfons we y;ere to (peak to,. and what kind of rcafonings, words and expreffions,_ would make the befi iri1preffi:. on upon their m:inds; and therefore it was nothing firange, that words let fly at ran– don touched then1 fo little. The other, That our hea..rts were not thoroughly endu– ed with thofc difpoGtions we would work on others by our words; and therefore it was no wonder all we faid made fo little impreffion on tncm. ' But I come now to the lafi ftage and pcr.iod of his life, ""herein it mofl: et111n.cnt1y appeared tbat to him to, {h;e was Cflrij¥. God ,.
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