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TERM.
VIII.
FALLING
SHORT OF
HEAVEN.
137
Oh
that
I
could
speak
in
melting language,
or
in
the
lan-
guage
of
effectual
terror,
that
I
might
by
any means
awaken
your
souls to
jealobsy and
timely
fear
!
That
so many
natural
excellencies,
as
God
has
distributed
amongst
you,
might
not
be
wasted
in sin,
abused to dis-
honour, and aggravate
your everlasting
misery.
[This sermon
may be
divided
here.]
2.
My
next exhortation
shall be
addressed
to
those
youths
who
have been trained
up
in all
the
arts
of
civi-
lity,
and
have
acquired
a
courteous
and becoming
car-
riage.
There
is
something
lovely in such
an
appear-
ance,
and it
commands the
love even
of
the
rude and
uncivil.
It
so
nearly resembles the sweetness
of natural
temper, and imitates
good
-
humour
so
much
to
the
life,
that it
often
passes
upon company instead
of nature,
and attains
many valuable
ends
in
human
society.
But
where
both
these are
happily joined,
how
shining
is
that
character, and
universally beloved
?
We are pleased
and charmed
with
your conversation,
whose
manners
are
polished, and whose language
is
refined from
the
rude
and vulgar
ways
of
speech.
You
know
how
to
speak
civil things,
without
flattery,
upon
all
occasions;
to
instruct, without
assuming
a
superior
air, and
to
re-
prove without a
frown,
or forbidding countenance.
You
have
learned
when
to
speak,
and
when to be
silent,
and
to perform every
act
of
life
with its
proper graces; and
can
ye
be
content
with all this good
breeding, to
be
thrust
down to hell
?
is
it
not
pity
that
you
should
be
taught
to pay all
your honours
to
men,
and practise
none
to
the
living
God?
Have
you
not
read
those
du-
ties
in
connection
?
1
Pet.
ii.
17.
Honour all
men,
love
the
brotherhood,
fear
God,
and
honour the
king.
And
why
will
you divide
what
God
has
joined,
and
give
every
one
their
due,
besides
God your
Maker
?
how
dare
you
treat
the
creatures
with
decency and ceremony,
and
treat
God the Creator
with
neglect? salute
all
men with
their proper
titles
of
distinction, and
not learn
how
to
address
God
in
prayer
?
pay due
visits
to all
your
ac-
quaintance,
and
yet scarce ever make
a
visit
to the
mercy
-seat, or
bow
your
knees before
the Majesty
of
Heaven.
I
pity those
who
have all
the
arts of
complaisance
in