each incarnation; and it goes down, and out,
into nothingness, with the disintegration of the animal body.

But with each new body, the mortal being usually invents, or adopts, a
new Devil.

A few great souls have passed along through earth without such
demoniacal association; Christ, the latest and greatest of the Masters,
held converse with the Devil once, on the mountain top, when He was
tempted; but that was His only acquaintance with him, because He had
finished His circuit, and was ready to become _one with God_.

A weak man or woman, with good intentions and desirous of leading a
moral life, but lacking _will power_, and inclined to be timid, and
fearful, and negative in thought, often adopts a Devil formed by some
selfish and licentious person, who fashions Devils by the wholesale and
sends them out to roam over the earth, seeking an open door in a weak
mind.

When such occurrences are analyzed they are usually called hypnotism.

In every liquor saloon, in every gambling den, in every boldly vicious
and immoral place, about every race track and pool room, Devils swarm.
And the weak, the dissipated, the thoughtless and the irresponsible
minds are the open doors for them to mass through, into dominion of the
human citadel.

In many drawing-rooms of fashion, in brilliant restaurants and hotels,
where the elite congregate; in sensuously decorated studios, Devils
also wait day and night, knowing that they will be entertained, if not
welcomed, by some of the self-indulgent frequenters of these places.

Many are the devices employed by the Devils of earth to bring about the
desired results.

Drinks, drugs, avarice, money mania, jealousy, love of power, desire to
outshine neighbors, lust, sensuality, gross appetites, gourmandism, love
of praise, personal conceit and egotism, selfishness in every form--all
these are webs which the Devils spin about humanity.

Even beautiful, romantic sentiment, memory and imagination, become aids
of the Devil, at times, when coarser and more common methods fail in the
snaring of a refined soul.

Many a good wife, who shrinks with horror at the thought of a vulgar
amour, or of any act which could pain or anger her husband, has been led
into the Devil's net by indulging in retrospective dreams of a vanished
romance and through the stirring of old ashes to see if one little spark
remained.

Letter writing is a favorite pastime of almost all Devils. Once they get
a romantic ma