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<center>{{Style S-Small capitals|Number Thirteen.}}</center>
<center>{{Style S-Small capitals|By J. J. Morse,}}</center>
<center>''(English Agent and Correspondent of the Banner of Light.)''</center>
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... of the hour of her arrival.{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|.......}}
We are in the last few days of 1877, a year that has not been a signal
success in whichever direction it is contemplated. The year was ushered in
with a fearful storm of wind and rain, and, later on, that elemental
disturbance was followed by political convulsions that at last culminated in
the Russo-Turkish conflict. No less than three dreadful colliery explosions
have left their sinister records, while disasters on our coast lines have not
been less frequent than usual. Criminally, we have had a harvest—for the
lawyers—that leaves them no reason to complain. Religiously, not much of note
has transpired. That little that has, concerned points of doctrine and usage
that sensible folks, as a rule, consider too contemptible to wrangle over.
The Wesleyan Conference distinguished itself by affirming a belief in the
doctrines of eternal torment and a literal hell, as being vital to salvation;
and one of the ministers of the above body wrote a letter to a Christian (?)
paper, wherein he remarked, "He had always preached the doctrine of a literal
hell, ''and by the grace of God he intended to continue so to do!''" The
italics are mine. Comment is superfluous.
 
It is rumored that Madame Blavatsky intends visiting London during the coming
year. If it is at all possible, I trust to be able to shake her by the hand,
and renew a pleasant acquaintance made in Bro. Davis's bookstore in New York,
and continued in Philadelphia. The Madame is in sober truth a woman among
women. She will be the lion of the hour on her arrival.{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|.......}}


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{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!|center}}
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{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|Oh “<u>strolling players</u>!!”|center}}
{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|«Oh Strolling Player!!»|center}}
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{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|it sihaute dignité?.....|center}}
{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|En quoi ai je mérité…
Si grand honneur
Et si haute dignité?…}}}}
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