his Whole Pack, Skin and All, upon the Horſe. Well, (ſays he) This Judgment is befall'n me for my Ill Nature, in refuſing to help my Brother in the Depth of his Diſtreſs.
The Moral.
REFLEXION.
The Bus'neſs of the World, is more or leſs, the Bus'neſs of Every Man that lives in’t: And if the Great and the Small do not Joyn in One Common Aſſiſtance, where the Matter requires it, they are in Danger to be Both Undone: So that it is for the Good of the Whole, that the Several Parts take care One for Another.
We have here ſet before us the Miſchieves of Ill Nature, and Imprudence, both in One; and the Folly of nor Heeding the Duty, as well as the Common Neceſſity, of Helping One Another. [This is None of My Bus'neſs] we Cry; never conſidering, that in Things Requiſite to be done, what One Cannot, Another Muſt: Beſide, that in the Cafe of a Fellow-Servant, or an Honeſt Neighbour, I am as much bound to ſave him from Sinking under a Heavy Burden, as I am to give him a Cup of Drink, or a Morſel of Bread, to keep him from Choaking or Starving: It makes a Breach in a Community, when Particular Men ſhall take upon them to Divide from the Common Service of the Body: And He that ſets up a Private Intereſt, Separate from the Publique, Diſcontinues the Connexion of the Government, by Cutting off That Link of the Chain. But the Miſeries and Calamities that follow upon departing from the Known Rules and Meaſures of Political Order, are ſufficient to Enlighten us in the Reaſon of Political Methods, and to Excite us to an Agreement in all Reciprocal Services, One with Another. There’s the Duty of Charity in't, and the Foundations of Governing Prudence; Beſide, that we are likewiſe Mov’d to’t, by a Senſe of Tenderneſs, Honor and Juſtice,
The Churliſh Humour of this Horſe, is too much the Humour of Mankind, even in the Caſe of Subjects to the ſame Maſter; but ſuch is the Vanity that many People draw from their Titles, and their Trappings, that they look down upon their Fellows, as if they were not All made of the ſame Clay. To ſpeak the Plain Truth of the Matter, 'Tis the Little People that ſupport the Great; and when the Foundation fails, the whole Fabrick muſt either drop into Rubbiſh, or otherwiſe Reſt upon the Shoulders of their Superiors.
Fab.
