PSALM IV. 6. There be many that fay, Who will fhew us any good?—Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us. T HE great purfuit of man is after happiness: it is the first and strongest defire of his nature ;in every stage of his life, he searches for it, as for hid treasure ;--courts it under a thousand different shapes,and though perpetually disappointed,ftill perfifts-runs after and enquires for it afresh-asks every paffenger who comes in his way, Who will fhew him any good?-who will affift him in the attainment of it, or direct him to the difco B 3 difcovery of this great end of all his wifhes? He is told by one, to fearch for it among the more gay and youthful pleafures of life, in fcenes of mirth and fprightlinefs where happiness ever prefides, and is ever to be known by the joy and laughter which he will fee, at once painted in her looks. A fecond, with a graver afpect, points out to the coftly dwellings which pride and extravagance have erected:-tells the enquirer that the object he is in fearch of inhabits there;-that happiness lives only in company with the great, in the midst of much pomp and outward state. That he will eafily find her out by the coat of many colours fhe has on, and the great luxury and expence of equipage and |