O N THE SAME. OF F Love in general we are told by a masterly writer, that "it is the "grand leading affection of all, the great "inftrument and engine of nature, the "bond and cement of fociety, the spring "and fpirit of the univerfe; that it is "the whole man wrapt up into one defire ; "that the foul may fooner leave off to "fubfift, than to love; that this affec "tion, in the ftate of innocence, was happily pitched on its right object: "for then," adds he," it flamed up in "direct fervours of devotion to God, "and in collateral emanations of charity "to its neighbour." Led by this last confideration to reflect on Love, in par ticular, as operating between the Sexes, he fubjoins, "It was not, then, only "another and more cleanly name for that "coarse and filthy paffion, which pre"tends to ape it. No, it was a vestal and a virgin fire, and differed as much from "that which usually paffes by this name "now-a-days, as the vital heat from the "burning of a fever." Let us not fuppofe, however, that the ardours of a Pure Attachment are univer fally extinguished among men. It is to be hoped they still glow in many a bofom. We with, Gentlemen, to fee them kindled in yours, as foon as fituations and circumstances fhall favour, and would willingly convince those who prefer the unhallowed flames of incontinence, that they give up refinement, dignity, and some of the most delightful sensations that can warm the heart, for wretchedness, degradation, and depravity. |