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Rev. J. I. WARD, Assistant Editor.

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his word may be relied on Suspended OH
this, your property, your reputation, your
life is safe: But against the malice Of IL
ar there is no security. He can be, bound
by nothing. His soul is always repulsed to
an unreasonable distance from that Deity,
a sense of whose presence is the security
Of virtue. He has sundered the last Of
those moral ligaments which bind mortal
to his duty. And having done so, through
the extended regions of fraud and faslehood,
without bond to check or limit to con-
fine him, he ranges-the dreaded enemy of
innocence-whose lips polute even truth it.
sell as It passes through them, and whose
breath blasts and soils, and poisons as it
touches.