splendour and magnificence: but in general all is hidden or obscured by the massive piles of rubbish.  He wanders gloomy and unsocial through the wild uncultivated forest.  There feebly is he sheltered from the wintry blasts and the raging storms.  There few harvests wave on the plains, no flocks wander on a thousand hills, no breezes waft to his feet the luxuries of all nations, few arts there flourish to contribute to his comfort, convenience and happiness.  How precarious then are his means of subsistance!  How few the sources whence they are delivered!  How liable to be destroyed by the slightest changes of the fleeting elements!  Nor is the condition of the mind of man in such a state superior to that of his body.  There no sciences enlarge and refine his faculties.  No rational religion there softens the ferocity of his mind, curbs the fierceness of his passions, nor spreads sunshine over the last moments of his life.  But sunk in the darkest clouds of ignorance, he is a continued prey to all the horrors of superstition, prejudice and error.  Every uncommon fe