Will you, my sisters, trust to the comeliness of visage and splendor of raiment in which such a woman as this can outshine you?
Will you continue to cast out your devils by Beelzebub, the prince of devils?
Be advised whilst there is yet time.

Ask yourself again and again, how can Satan cast out Satan?
"When sin is committed in a great city for wages, is there no fault on the side of those who pay the wages?
There is more than fault: there is crime.

I trust there are few among you who have done such crime.

But I know full well that it may be said of London to-day '_Thou art full of stirs, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle_.' No.

Our young men are slain by the poison of Beelzebub, the prince of the devils.