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A SERMON Preach'd at the PARISH CHURCH OF St. PETER's Cornhill; On the SUNDAY after the late Dreadful Fire in that Neighbourhood.

By THOMAS FRANCKLIN, M. A. Fellow of Trinity-College, Cambridge.

Publiſh'd at the Requeſt of the VESTRY of the ſaid Pariſh.

LONDON: Printed for R. FRANCKLIN, in Ruſſel-ſtreet, Covent-Garden. 1748. [Price Six Pence.]

TO THE Worthy Inhabitants of the Pariſh of St. Peter's Cornhill.

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GENTLEMEN,

IN Compliance with your Requeſt I have publiſh'd the following Diſcourſe. That it was not deſign'd for the Preſs, will perhaps appear but too plainly in the Peruſal. I am ſatiſfied your kind Acceptance of it was more owing to the intereſting Nature of the Subject, and the Seaſonableneſs of the Application, than to any Merit in the Performance. That it may anſwer the End propoſed, to bring forth in us all the Fruit of Well-doing, is the ſincere Wiſh of,

GENTLEMEN,
Your Obliged, and Faithful Servant, THOMAS FRANCKLIN.
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ECCLES. VII. 34.

Fail not to be with them that weep: and to mourn with them that mourn.

AS Charity, or univerſal Benevolence, is the diſtinguiſhing Mark of our holy Religion; ſo amongſt all the various Branches of this noble and extenſive Duty, there is not perhaps one more truly amiable, or more highly requiſite, in every Station and Circumſtance of Life, than that which I ſhall make the Subject of my preſent Diſcourſe; which, as it is expreſſive of a ſympathetic Tenderneſs peculiar to our Natures, is moſt emphatically ſtiled Humanity.

[6]COMPASSION, or a friendly Senſe of Sorrow for the Misfortunes of our Fellow Creatures, was originally implanted in our Minds by the great Author of them, and deſign'd as the Alarms of a kind and impartial Father to engage us to relieve a diſtreſs'd Brother: And hence it ariſes, that our Hearts, like muſical Strings, feel every Vibration which is made on thoſe of our Friend, or our Neighbour, and do as it were inſenſibly and involuntarily beat to each others Pleaſures and Pains.

AMONGST our modern Pretenders to Reaſon and Philoſophy, there have not indeed been wanting Men of low and contracted Minds, of ſullen and unfeeling Diſpoſitions, who by ſpecious Arguments, and artful Refinements, have endeavour'd to degrade the Dignity of our Nature, and rob us of every ſocial Virtue. Good-nature and Beneficence have been term'd Self-intereſt and Diſſimulation; Humanity branded with the Name of Weakneſs; and Compaſſion derided as a Folly.

WHETHER it be owing to the falſe Philoſophy of ſuch Writers, who ſo induſtriouſly blend the Colours of Virtue and Vice as to render it almoſt impoſſible to ſeparate and diſtinguiſh them, or to the natural Depravity of Mankind, heighten'd and inflam'd by the ill Examples of a licentious Age, or both together, [7] is hard to be determined; but certain it is, that we are at preſent ſo loſt in the idle Amuſements, or ſwallow'd up in the Debaucheries of the World, that almoſt all the Ties of Nature are broken through or neglected, and ſocial Love and Affection baniſh'd from the Breaſts of Men. Alliances are made, and Friendſhips contracted without that mutual Love and Sincerity, which alone can render them laſting or agreeable: We are willing enough to rejoice with them that rejoice, to partake of the Happineſs and good Succeſs of others; but will not weep with them when they weep, or mourn with them that mourn. Men in ſhort are but too well acquainted with the Follies, the Vices and the Faults of their Neighbours, and only Strangers to their Misfortunes.

THERE are Ills enough, ſays the ſelfiſh Man, cruel and unavoidable Ills, which fall to my own Share; why then muſt I increaſe the Burthen by bearing the Weight of others? Sufficient for my Day is the Evil thereof. Thus trifling and inſignificant are the Arguments of theſe Men, who would ſhelter their Pride and Inhumanity under the Maſk of Prudence, and dreſs up the low and ſordid Vice of Selfiſhneſs in the Habit of Virtue. Such have little Title to the Benefits of that Nature they partake of; but are to be look'd on as Limbs cut off from the Body of Society, as wither'd and ſapleſs Branches, which [8] yield neither Shade nor Fruit; fit only to be hewed down and caſt into the Fire.

TRUE Religion and undefiled before GOD, ſays our SAVIOUR, is this; to viſit the Fatherleſs and Widows in their Affliction. A Religion, which, as he taught, he practiſed alſo. He was himſelf a Man of Sorrows and acquainted with Grief: Surely he hath born our Sorrows, and ſuffer'd for our Iniquities; and ſhall we not ſhew that Compaſſion to our Fellow-creatures, which he ſo tenderly beſtow'd on us; or dare we flatter ourſelves that, if we neglect this impartial Duty, the ſame all-ſeeing GOD, who condemns our Inhumanity, will not alſo puniſh our Ingratitude?

WEEP with them, ſays the wiſe Man; that is, with all them that weep. He does not ſay with our Parents, our Relations, or our Children; but embraces the whole Range of Nature, and takes in all Mankind. Even our Enemies are to be pitied and relieved. If the Man, who hath injured us, falls into Affliction, we are no longer to conſider him as an Adverſary, whom we hate, but as a Fellow-creature we muſt aſſiſt. We may remember he is not our Friend, but we muſt not forget he is our Neighbour.

BUT if the Motives of Reaſon and Religion are not ſufficient to perſuade us, Self-Intereſt, which [9] reigns in every Breaſt, will exert her Powers to excite us to it. The Tear we refuſe to ſhed over the miſeries of others, GOD, and GOD only knows, how ſoon we may ſtand in need of. Great Travail is created for every Man, and an heavy Yoke is upon the Sons of Adam; from him that ſitteth upon a Throne of Glory to him that is humbled in Earth and Aſhes. How often does an unexpected Stroke of Fortune put an End to the moſt extenſive Views of Happineſs, and change the chearful Scene of Joy and Comfort into a melancholy State of Miſery and Deſpair! If therefore we do not pity thoſe, who are in Affliction, when we fall into it ourſelves, who will pity and relieve us? Then ſhall we remember the Afflictions of Joſeph, and ſay as his Brethren did, when they came into Trouble; We are very guilty concerning our Brother, in that we ſaw the Anguiſh of his Soul, when he beſought us, and would not hear; therefore is this Diſtreſs come upon us. What black and obdurate Hearts muſt thoſe Men have, who can look with Indifference and Unconcern on the Misfortunes of others? Can ſuch Men be honour'd, eſteem'd, or truſted in any of the Affairs of Life? Shall we not be always apprehenſive, that Villany and Perfidiouſneſs muſt be the Companions of Pride and Inhumanity? Surely, to be inſenſible of the Miſeries of others is the next Step to rejoicing in them; and the Man, who neglects us when unhappy, would not ſcruple to make us ſo.

[10]THAT the Duty I am recommending is an important and a neceſſary one, every impartial Man is, I believe, ſufficiently convinced. That it is alſo eaſy and delightful, is a Truth ſcarce leſs ſelf-evident. It is equally attainable by every Man, in every Station and Profeſſion. A Science, which requires no Superiority of Wealth, Parts, or Knowledge, to make us Maſters of. We have not all of us Riches to beſtow on the Indigent; we cannot impart Health to the Sick, or reſtore Youth to the Aged; but we have all of us Eyes to look upon, Hearts to feel for and ſympathize with, Tongues to ſpeak to and comfort the Afflicted.

HOW great an Averſion ſoever the gay and unthinking Part of Mankind may have to all that is grave and melancholy, it may with the greateſt Truth be aſſerted, that he, who is a Stranger to Sorrow, is a Stranger to the beſt Emotions, the nobleſt Feelings the human Heart is capable of receiving. In the Cup of Affliction there is always a Cordial thrown in by Providence to make the Draught leſs bitter, and the very Tears of Virtue adminiſter a more ſolid Satisfaction to a right Mind than Vice and Folly have Power to beſtow. There is in ſome Men a remarkable Tenderneſs of Diſpoſition, and a Delicacy of Senſation; which thoſe, whom we falſely term the Brave and Reſolute, are too often Strangers to; a Diſpoſition which, however we [11] may ſometimes ridicule and deſpiſe, is what will in the End moſt intimately unite and endear them to us: Thoſe Things, which in Health and Proſperity may raiſe our Laughter and Contempt, in Sickneſs and Adverſity meet with our Eſteem and Approbation; and we ſeldom know the true Merit of Compaſſion, till we feel the Want of it.

AS big with Ills as human Life is, yet by the Obſervance of this ſhort and important Precept of my Text, half the Miſeries of Mankind might be ſoftened or removed; for there is ſcarce a Misfortune we are liable to here, to which the Society, the Sympathy and Condolement of a ſincere Friend cannot adminiſter ſome Relief:

IN Poverty: In Affliction, in Sickneſs, and in old Age.

IN regard to Poverty, it muſt indeed be confeſs'd that the beſt Method of ſhewing our Compaſſion to thoſe, who labour under it, is to ſupply their Neceſſities; the happy Lot of the Fortunate, whom GOD hath bleſſed with Abundance. But this is not the only Means, by which the Poor may be relieved. We may weep with them when they weep, and mourn when they mourn; and the tender Tear, ſhed by the good Man over the deſtitute and unhappy, may perhaps give him as [12] much Conſolation as that Alms, which the Proud and Unfeeling beſtows on him from Oſtentation.

IN Regard to Afflictions, it may be obſerv'd; that amongſt thoſe, which daily ſurrounds us, there are ſome of ſo oppreſſive and violent a Nature as to ſink the Soul into a State of the deepeſt Melancholy and Deſpair. This is, for the moſt Part, the Time, when the Mind, too ſore to admit of Conſolation, will yet find ſome Relief in the Condolement of a Friend. Tho' we cannot heal the Wound, we may yet pour a Balm into it to mitigate the Pain; and here the Text points out the exact Method and Meaſure of our Duty. We muſt not fail to weep with them, that weep. At ſuch a Time, Wit would be odious and Mirth unſeaſonable. We are to behave in a Manner ſuitable to the Situation of thoſe we viſit; to make uſe of all the Arts, which Friendſhip can ſuggeſt; to ſoften their Sorrows; to calm the Tempeſt of their Grief, and ſooth them if poſſible into Reſt, Reſignation and Forgetfulneſs.

IF the Sympathy and Society of a Friend can afford Comfort in Poverty and Affliction, no leſs is its Efficacy in the unavoidable Ills of Sickneſs and old Age; and I appeal to the Hearts of all who have languiſh'd under any of thoſe Diſtempers our weak Frames are ſubject to, if ever the Sight of their Friends was ſo pleaſing [13] to their Eyes, or the Voice of thoſe, they lov'd, ſo ſweet to their Ear as when they came in that melancholy Hour of Diſtreſs to viſit and relieve them.

BUT if we even eſcape thoſe cruel Diſorders, that are the common Portion of Humanity (which how few do Experience will teſtify) there is, after all, the Diſeaſe of old Age to be encounter'd with; and in that Train of Ills, which attend, there is not perhaps a greater than that Solitude, which generally accompanies it. The old Man has ſeldom any Amuſements but his own Reflections; any conſtant Companions but his Infirmities. Even the Bonds of natural Affection and the Ties of Kindred are found too weak to hold the Impatience of Youth by the Side of Age and Imbecillity. Here then, above all, ſhould we exerciſe the Duties of Humanity and Compaſſion; to ſupport the Steps of the Feeble; to raiſe the drooping Head, and chear the afflicted Heart. Such humane and tender Offices we ſhall all, if we live, expect ourſelves. They make the Burthen of Years more tolerarable; ſmooth the Bed of Death, and teach us to reſign Life with Calmneſs and Tranquillity into the Hands of HIM that gave it.

IF ever there was a Time for the Subject of my preſent Diſcourſe to demand your moſt ſerious Attention; if ever the Virtues of Humanity and Compaſſion had room to exert all their [14] Power, and ſhine with diſtinguiſh'd Luſtre; it is at this remarkable and melancholy Seaſon. The very late dreadful and unforeſeen Calamity, which has ſo alarm'd and terrify'd us, and from which we are ourſelves, by the Bleſſing of GOD, ſo miraculouſly deliver'd, call upon me to point out to you but too many moſt deſerving, moſt unhappy Objects of your Commiſeration. The innumerable, the almoſt irretrievable Miſeries, which Scenes of this Kind are productive of, cannot be conceived, much leſs expreſs'd. I need not, I believe, exhort you to condole with, to relieve and ſupport, by all the Means in your Power, the unfortunate Sufferers. Terror and Affright have hitherto been the only Senſations they were capable of receiving. They have not yet been ſufficiently at Leiſure to feel themſelves unhappy, or found Time to count their Misfortunes. When thoſe Hours come, I truſt we ſhall not want Tears to weep with, or unfeigned Sorrow to mourn with them; and in the mean Time it highly concerns us to look narrowly into ourſelves. That we are now here; that we poſſeſs our Lives and Properties in Safety; whilſt almoſt every Thing round us lies buried in Ruin and Deſolation, is a ſignal Inſtance of the Divine Mercy in our Behalf.

ALL the Parts of this great Metropolis, which have eſcaped the Fury of this cruel Diſaſter, ought doubtleſs, with Hearts full of Gratitude, ſincerely to acknowledge the Hand of Providence [15] in their Preſervation. But it hath pleaſed GOD, that the ſmall, the fortunate Number of thoſe, to whom I now addreſs myſelf, are by a Peculiarity of Circumſtances thoſe, who, of all Men, have the moſt Reaſon to return Thanks to Almighty GOD for his late Mercies vouchſafed unto them. What Praiſe and Thankſgiving, what Wonder and Adoration is not due to that gracious Being, which hath thus preſerved us; who when the devouring Flame had ſpread Miſery and Deſtruction on our Right Hand and on our Left; when there was nothing but Tears, and complaining in our Streets, and we expected every Moment to be ſwallowed up in the general Ruin, thus ſtopt it juſt at our Doors, and ſaid to the deſtructive Element, Hitherto ſhalt thou go, and no further!

LET us then ſin no more, leſt a like, or perhaps a worſe, Thing happen unto us. Let the Storm, which hath blown over us, and the Danger we have eſcaped, teach us the Things, which belong to our Peace. Let them ſtir us up to the important Duties of our Religion. Let us apply ourſelves more earneſtly to Prayer and Thankſgiving. I am ſure we ſhall be, of all Men, the moſt undeſerving and ungrateful, if we do not now frequent this Houſe of GOD, when it is to his gracious Mercy alone we are ſo viſibly indebted for the Preſervation of it. A Bleſſing our unfortunate Neighbours are deprived of; who have [16] not a * Place of public Worſhip left, wherein to ſend up their ſad Prayers to GOD for Succour under their Afflictions.

To him therefore, who ſaved us when we had well nigh periſhed, let us give, as we are moſt bounden, continual Thanks; beſeeching Him to grant that this his Tenderneſs towards us, may fill us with the moſt lively Senſe of his Goodneſs, and the ſincereſt Acknowledgment of it; that we may lead a new Life, following his Commandments and walking henceforth in his Holy Ways.

THAT as thou, O GOD, haſt in the Midſt of Judgment remember'd Mercy; as thou haſt ſaved our Souls from Death, our Eyes from Tears, and our Feet from falling, we may laud and magnify thy Holy Name, praiſe, bleſs and glorify thee, and finally that, as thy Goodneſs hath interposed to ſave us in this World, thy Mercy may preſerve us in that, which is to come; through JESUS CHRIST our LORD.

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Notes
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St. Michael's Church was ſo much damaged by the Fire as to make it impoſſible to perform Divine Service there till repaired.
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