Let us only, if you please, to take leave of this Subject, reflect upon this Occasion on the Vanity and transient Glory of this habitable World.  How by the Force of one Element breaking loose upon the rest, all the Vanities of Nature, all the Works of Art, all the Labours of Men, are reduced to Nothing.  All that we admired and adored before as great and magnificent, is obliterated or vanished; and another Form and Face of things, plain, simple, and every where the same, overspreads the whole Earth.  Where are now the great Empires of the World, and their great Imperial Cities?  Their Pillars, Trophies, and Monuments of Glory?  Shew me where they stood, read the Inscription, tell me the Victors Name.  What Remains, what Impressions, what Difference or Distinction, do you see in this Mass of Fire? Rome it self, eternal Rome, the great City, the Empress of the World, whose Domination and Superstition, ancient and modern, make a great Part of the History of the Earth, what is become of her now?  She laid her Foundations deep, and her Palaces were strong and sumptuous; She glorified her self, and lived deliciously, and said in her Heart, I sit a Queen, and shall see no Sorrow:  But her Hour is come, she is wiped away from the Face of the Earth, and buried in everlasting Oblivion.  But it is not Cities only, and Works of Mens Hands, but the everlasting Hills, the Mountains and Rocks of the Earth are melted as Wax before the Sun, and their Place is no where found.  Here stood the Alps, the Load of the Earth, that covered many Countries, and reached their Arms from the Ocean to the Black Sea; this huge Mass of Stone is softned and dissolved as a tender Cloud into Rain.  Here stood the African Mountains, and Atlas with his Top above the Clouds; there was frozen Caucasus, and Taurus, and Imaus, and the Mountains of Asia; and yonder towards the North, stood the Riphaean Hills, cloathd in Ice and Snow.  All these are Vanished, dropt away as the Snow upon their Heads. Great and Marvellous are thy Works, Just and True are thy Ways, thou King of Saints!  Hallelujah.

[Footnote 1:  ‘Tusculan Questions’, Bk.  I.]

[Footnote 2:  ‘Theory of the Earth’, Book III., ch. xii.]

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No. 147.  Saturday, August 18, 1711.  Steele.

      ’Pronuntiatio est Vocis et Vultus et Gestus moderatio cum
      venustate.’

      Tull.

  Mr.  SPECTATOR,

The well Reading of the Common Prayer is of so great Importance, and so much neglected, that I take the Liberty to offer to your Consideration some Particulars on that Subject:  And what more worthy your Observation than this?  A thing so Publick, and of so high Consequence.  It is indeed wonderful, that the frequent Exercise of it should not make the Performers of that Duty more