[page torn] vice should go unchecked at a
[page torn]th the last ten years? O, heaven! my
[page torn] sickens! No human being on the earth will
[page torn]e the fact tested. Long before thirty years
the world will be smitten by the strong arm
of Omnipotence! The most imposing events
are hanging over the world—at the vary doors
—events which will put all past events in the
shade—obliterating all the epochs of the
human family—stamping a new era on the
annals of time! These things are true, and
are come on the world the pulpit is crying
out peace & safety! these things are true
and are come on the wordld as a snare:
aye as a snare or the scripures are not true.
Why as a snare? because the pulpit is crying
"peace & safety"! O what a crash of governments
thrones & empires is awaiting the world, and the
pulpit is chaunting lullabies to its slumbering
care! war, pestilence and fire, standing in
dread array against the human family, and
the conservators of its moral weal, hailing
the dawn of universal piece—hailing the
a millenial dawn, when the harbengers of
war and carnage are standing in bold relief
over a guilty world.

They are dreaming about times of refreshing
from the presence of the Lord; when we
are to have the vials of his wrath! They are
clothing in Brilliant Drapery, the future trium-
phs of the gospel when the drama is about to
close and present a theatre of Blood. They
are in imagination, smoothly gliding by the
gradual flow of time into a heaven of repose
without once turning an eye to an intervening
vortex, which is to engulph, perhaps, more
than half the human family! They are
spreading a banquet of peace and proclaiming

page torn vice should go unchecked at a page tornth the last ten years?– O, heaven! my page torn sickens! No human being on the earth will page torne the fact tested. Long before thirty years the world will be smitten by the strong arm of Omnipotence! The most imposing events are hanging over the world—at the vary doors — events which will put all past events in the shade— obliterating all the epochs of the human family— stamping a new era on the annals of time! These things are true, and the pulpit is crying our peace & safety! these things are true and are come on the world as a snare: aye as a snare or the scripures are not true. Why as a snare? because the pulpit is crying "peace & safety"! O what a crash of governments thrones & empires is awaiting the world, and the pulpit is chaunting lullabies to its slumbering care! war, pestilence and fire, standing in dread array against the human family, and the conservators of its moral weal, hailing the dawn of universal piece—hailing a millenial dawn, when the harbengers of war and carnage are standing in bold relief over a guilty world.

They are dreaming about times of refreshing from the presence of the Lord; when we are to have the vials of his wrath! They are clothing in Brilliant Drapery, the future triumphs of the gospel when the drama is about to close and present a theatre of blood. They are in imagination, smoothly gliding by the gradual flow of time into a heaven of repose without once turning an eye to an intervening vortex, which is to engulph, perhaps, more than half the human family! They are spreading a banquet of peace and proclaiming