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uttered these words, and thoroughly have ye merited the tremendous rebuke pronounced against you in the records of Heaven: "To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices?—saith the Lord.—Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity even the solemn meeting. Your new moons and your appointed feasts, my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them. When ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you:—when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood."
Gentle reader, restrain your indignation at the dishonour brought upon your country, till you have perused the following relation from the lips and the pen of Aristides.
