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the ſplendid mauſoleums, and the triumphal arches of the great, the large and populace cities, which for trade and commerce had monopoliz'd the riches of the world, and whoſe ſtately and magnificent curioſities, had perhaps for ages unknown, been the wonder and admiration of the curious traveller, muſt then exchange their tranſitory greatneſs, to fall a victim in the burning world. In that day, ſhall the glorious Maker of heaven and earth, arreſt the rapid motion of our rolling ſphere, and ſtop the career of the glorious ſun in the firmament, that ſplendid luminary that glads all nature with his cheering rays; the ſilver moon, that lucid orb, that ſupplies the abſence of the diſtant ſun, and gilds the horrors of the raven-colour'd night, ſhall no more move round her axis, no more obſerve her periodical revolutions, her blunted changes nor her blazing fulls; the planets ſtopt in their rounds, and the twinkling ſtars commanded to move no more, by that God who made them, launch'd them from his arm, and hung them in the air; all ſhall ceaſe and the glory of the world ſhall be no more, and the archangel ſhall proclaim in a voice as rolls the thunder loud, that ſhall reach to the ends of the earth and ſea, and reverberate the ſound through the lofty arch of heaven, That time ſhall be no more. O! that divine contemplation in all her rich attire, would take full poſſeſſion of the heart of every mortal while here in this world, and inſtil in their minds the continual thoughts of a future ſtate; the heaven they have to enjoy, and the hell they have to eſcape. O! what man, upon a ſerious reflection on theſe two oppoſites, would not be enraptur'd with the endleſs joys of the one, while the dreadful thoughts of the everlaſting torments of the other congeals the very blood in the veins; but O! what pen can deſcribe, or imagination paint the tranſcendant happineſs, that forever
