was to be miserable, and now
felt what it was to be happy.

Thus, my friends, you see religion does what philosophy could
never do: it shews the equal dealings of heaven to the happy and
the unhappy, and levels all human  to nearly the same
standard. It gives to both rich and poor the same 
hereafter, and equal  to aspire after it; but if the rich
have the advantage of enjoying  here, the poor have the
endless  of knowing what it was once to be miserable,
when crowned with endless  hereafter; and even though
this should be called a small advantage, yet being an eternal
one, it must make up by duration what the temporal  of
the great may have exceeded by intenseness.

These are therefore the  which the wretched have
peculiar to themselves, and in which they are above the rest of
mankind; in other  they are below them. They who would
know the  of the poor must see life and endure it. To
declaim on the temporal advantages they enjoy, is only repeating
what none either believe or practise. The men who have the
necessaries of living are not poor, and they who wordnetdesire them must
be miserable. Yes, my friends, we must be miserable. No vain
efforts of a refined imagination can sooth the wordnetdesire of nature,
can give