'tis No Sin To Cheat The Devil.

And I Add This Part Here, To Hint To Whoever Shall Read It, That Whenever They Come To A True Sense Of Things, They Will Find Deliverance From Sin A Much Greater Blessing Than Deliverance From Affliction.

The Soul Is Placed In The Body Like A Rough Diamond, And Must Be Polished, Or The Luster Of It Will Never Appear.

Reason, It Is True, Is Dictator In The Society Of Mankind; From Her There Ought To Lie No Appeal; But Here We Want A Pope In Our Philosophy, To Be The Infallible Judge Of What Is Or Is Not Reason.

So Possible Is It For Us To Roll Ourselves Up In Wickedness, Till We Grow Invulnerable By Conscience; And That Sentinel, Once Dozed, Sleeps Fast, Not To Be Awakened While The Tide Of Pleasure Continues To Flow Or Till Something Dark And Dreadful Brings Us To Ourselves Again.

Avery Fine City; The Four Principal Streets Are The Fairest For Breadth, And The Finest Built That I Have Ever Seen In One City Together? In A Word,'tis The Cleanest And Beautifullest, And Best Built City In Britain, London Excepted.