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Show Our Mail Box. (Contlnuod from first pago.) -loathing from him. I bado my sorvaut lust go foxth and ho lod In-uooout In-uooout young rnou and boautiful maldotiB lu ohalns destroying vlrtuo, wreokiug happiness, blasting ohnr-aotors, ohnr-aotors, causing untimely death and dishonorablo graves. Hut oven then many of its vlotlms oscapod through tho powor of God, my ouomy. I sent out Avorico, aud iu his goldon chains somo woro bouud but raan loarnod to hato him for his meanuoa, aud comparatively com-paratively fow foil by him. Tho twin brothers, Poatllouoe and War wont forth, and famlno stolo aftor thorn ; but theso throe Indiscriminately slow tho old and young, mon, and womon, und ohildron; good as well us bad nnd heaven rocoivod as many accessions ac-cessions as holl. In sadnosa my sntan to hoart mourned ovor tho prob-ablo prob-ablo loss of my crown nnd kingdom, as I contemplated tho trotnonduoua stiidos which tho Gospol of Jesus OhriHt was making In saving mnuy from my clutohoa. But when I rocoivod your kind lottor, I shouted till tho wolkiiiB of holl oohood tho shout, "Eureka! Euroknl" I havo found lULavo found it. Yos my dear fellow or frlond I oould hnvo ombraood you a thousand tlmos, and I havo given ordors to ro-sorvo ro-sorvo for you a place noarost my poraou tho most honorablo eoat In my kingdom. In you uro combined nil tho qualifications of just such a frlond and partnor as I havo long wished for. In your busiuoss aro ull tho olo-monts olo-monts of buccoss. Now shall my throno bo established. Only carry out your designs nnd you shall havo money though it bo wrung from tho broken hourte of holp-loss holp-loss women, and from tlio mouths of innooont, poriBhing ohildron. Though you fill tho jails, uud workhouses, aud poorhousoa; though you crowd tho insano asylums, though you mako murder, Incest nnd nrson to nbound, nnd oroot scaffolds and gallows iu ovory village, town, and olty, you shnll havo nionoy. I will also hardon your hoait bo that your oonsolonco will novor troublo you. You shall look upon blood aud ovon Bhod it without Bhamo or anguish and you shall think yoursolf a gontlo-man gontlo-man though mon and women, your viotiuiB, shnll cull you dotnon. You shall bo dovoid of tho foir of God, the horrors of tho gratfo, , nnd tho ifclemmiToVut otornl'trniaiolTyou" oomo to mo your works BFTproduco a rownrd forovor. t All I oluim is tho soula of tho victims. Yours to tho vory Jnst, DIABOLUS. |