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Title: The modern devil, his play between the false and the good;
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Chambers, Isaiah Mench, 1865- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Philadelphia, International publishing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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and got his brother. We must get ours. CHAPTER XIII The Devils Laboratory No sooner is a temple built to God,But the Devil builds a chapel hard by. —George Herbert. In short, if you d)ont live up to the precepts of the gospel, butabandon yourselves to your irregular appetites, you must expect toreceive your reward in a certain place, which it s not good mannersto mention here. —Browns Laconics. IN my vision, my mind dwelt long upon the foolish pageantryof wealth and power, the senseless struggle for precedenceof place, which I had witnessed in that great Babylon, theCity of Worldliness. Envy and jealousy, which had torturedmens hearts for twelve thousand written years, now seemed tohave made them mad. Then a great longing seized me. Good fortune and successmight pass me by, but, that I might share it with mankind, Iwould know the source and mystery of these twin poisons. ThenI would be wiser far Than those who thrash their barren thoughtWith flails of knowledge dearly bought. 282
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THE DEVILS LABORATORY 285 I prayed that it might be said of me: His soul saw through the weary years—Past war bells chimes and poor mens tears— That day when time shall bring to birth(By many a heart whose hope seems vain,And many a fight where love slays pain) True freedom come to reign on earth. As I prayed, my vision cleared and I saw Satan in the labora-tory of his castle home. He was in an apartment on the upper floor. Light streamedthrough many windows upon lines of retorts from which weresteadily dropping into huge receptacles green liquors of varyingshades. Bottles labeled Envy or Jealousy were piled conven-iently near, and, at a word from the Archfiend, a small army ofassistants filled them from the vessels he indicated. SATAN MIXES HIS OWN POISONS I marvelled somewhat that Satan allowed no one but himself tomix the poisons that fed the retorts, but now^, as at other timesin my dream, there came to me what I would know. It was asthough one standing by my side had whispere

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