grants, privileges, and immunities that I bestow upon the famous
town of Mansoul, shall be for those the old natives, and true
inhabitants thereof; to them, I say, and to their right seed after
them.

'But all Diabolonians, of what sort, birth, country, or kingdom
soever, shall be debarred a share therein.'

So when the town of Mansoul had received at the hand of Emmanuel
their gracious charter, (which in itself is infinitely more large
than by this lean epitome is set before you,) they carried it to
audience, that is, to the market place, and there Mr. Recorder read
it in the presence of all the people. This being done, it was had
back to the castle gates, and there fairly engraven upon the doors
thereof, and laid in letters of gold, to the end that the town of
Mansoul, with all the people thereof, might have it always in their
view, or might go where they might see what a blessed freedom their
Prince had bestowed upon them, that their joy might be increased in
themselves, and their love renewed to their great and good
Emmanuel.

But what joy, what comfort, what consolation, think you, did now
possess the hearts of the men of Mansoul! The bells rung, the
minstrels played, the people danced, the captains shouted, the
colours waved in the wind, and the silver trumpets sounded; and the
Diabolonians now were glad to hide their heads, for they looked
like them that had been long dead.

When this was over, the Prince sent again for the elders of the
town of Mansoul, and communed with them about a ministry that he