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* When a man goes forth in a calm and serene evening, and views the face of
WELLS'S “Practical Sabbatarian,"
To the pious Memory
A NEW EDITION OF WHOSE LIFE WAS PUBLISHED BY ME A FEW YEARS SINCE,
IN CONSIDERATION OF ITS INFINITE VALUE AT THE PRESENT DAY,
THE FOURTH AND LAST
"EARLY YEARS AND LATE REFLECTIONS,"
Is gratefully Bedicated
BY HIS DEVOTED ADMIRER,
I DEEM it a duty which I owe to the public and to myself, not to allow this fourth and last volume of my Early Years and Late Reflections” to make its appearance without a preface explanatory of my motives for combining, so largely as I have done, severer contemplations with the record of lighter matters.
No one, now-a-days, can form any notion of the extent to which atheistical doctrines prevailed at the period of my entrance into life. The storm of the French Revolution was raging at its utmost intensity, and all birds of ill omen were revelling in the tempest which had long been gathering over the Christian world.
If any printer could be found, in the present day, to print such a book as “Payne's Age of Reason,” no one would deign to notice it; whereas, at the fearful period to which I have alluded, it required the pen of a giant, such as Bishop Watson, to crush