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x Few minds have strength enough to resist the impudence of corrupt books which they devour from week to week.

A writer on the corrupt literature of our day takes this view of the subject: Suppose you should find a stalwart lad, who never had an ache or pain in his life, whose check is the picture of health, and whose arm is big with manly muscle. Suppose you should take such a lad into your family and feed him on sugar plums and sweetmeats, or on dainty bits of bread impregnated with arsenic; breaking up all the regular habits of life; denying him