The modern devil, his play between the false and the good; . e. Trembling with fear, he turned his faceback toward the city; and the Angel whispered in his soul again: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting! The Angel, hitherto unseen, now came forth, and, standing bythe side of Evangelist, awed the gazing company, for theylooked upon her as an apparition. Fear not, said she, and, with outstretched hands, shepointed them to the Cross on the Lonely Hill. Look! Look! she continued, salvation for this city and foreach soul lies in the sacrifice for sin which was there made ofGod
The modern devil, his play between the false and the good; . e. Trembling with fear, he turned his faceback toward the city; and the Angel whispered in his soul again: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting! The Angel, hitherto unseen, now came forth, and, standing bythe side of Evangelist, awed the gazing company, for theylooked upon her as an apparition. Fear not, said she, and, with outstretched hands, shepointed them to the Cross on the Lonely Hill. Look! Look! she continued, salvation for this city and foreach soul lies in the sacrifice for sin which was there made ofGod in the crucifixion of His only Son. THE PIT OF DEATH IS CLOSED The day following the exposure of the dangerous chasm bor-dering on the Primrose Path, a violent earthquake shook thecity to its very foundations; and the great ravine into which theyouth of the City of Worldliness had found their death, throughthe dalliance of the Primrose Way, was closed as by the directintervention of Providence. That evening, still in my vision, I saw two men, under shelter. 169 See p. 17J:. THE PATH OF THE PRIMEOSE 171 of the darkness, walk toward the place where the chasm had beenclosed by the earthquake. When they reached the spot, the moonbroke through the huddled clouds and its beams fell upon thefaces of the twain, and I saw they were those of Mayor Hypocriteand Mr. Man-of-the-AYorld. HYPOCRITE AND MAN-QF-THE-WGRLD WALK ABROAD It has been levelled as though the work of man did it, saidthe Mayor. It is certainly a clean job. There is not even a trace left of thechasm, added Man-of-the-AVorld. This is where I stood yesterday when Evangelist addressedthe crowd by the pits mouth. It was a hideous sight with thePrimroses gone, spoke Hypocrite. The Angel was also here, was she not ? interrogated Man-of-the-World. Yes, she stood with the prophet. It was her hand thatsingled me out. That is a strange certainly are, replied Man-of-theAYorld. THE WRITING ON THE CLOUDS As the two turned t
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