The Herald has given here the substance and also the name of Mr. Wright.  But this did not agree with the position of the heads of the Convention, who have promised free speech, and then one of the principal heads of Abolitionists came as Judas Jscariot to me, and assisted the murderer of my message, with a hypocritical address to the audience, as if he was my best friend.  Therefore instead of his name Henry C. Wright there appeared in the Telegraph “a lagerbeer,” as if I had spoken so in the Convention, that intoxicated Germans themselves had found it necessary to stop me in my speech.

I did not see any German in the Convention; but it would be too mild to call Henry C. Wright a “lagerbeer.”  He is a “Wright” or a workman, an emissary of the infernal “Ira Hitchcock,” The Latin word “Ira” means the wrath or vengence, which appeared in the chairman Ira Hitchcock, or hitch, that means catch the cock, that he might not cry and awaken people from their lethargy, to save the country from the infernal wrath and vengeance, which is kindled by such emissaries of His Infernal Holiness, as Henry C. Wright is, a blasphemer of the Living God and His Christ, and a rebel against Divine Decrees made manifest in our mission, but which have been despised by Henry C. Wright, Ira Hitchcock and other heads of said Convention.  Those rebels against God and His Christ had many years ago opportunity to learn the Divine Decrees for redemption of oppressed humanity; but they have conspired also in their last Convention, to check their proclamation and to open the infernal crater of a volcano to destroy the country by rebellion and other crimes, which have been openly defended by Henry C. Wright and others in that Convention, in which by our mission the means were offered to abolish all kinds of slavery in a peaceable manner.

In my signature at the end of the resolutions as well as in my publications, you find my name correctly written.  But the mentioned reporters were mediums of deluding and destroying spirits by whom they were magnetized and were made deaf and blind, so that they thought, I was a German; although they should have so much sense of discernment, and judgment, as to know from my pronunciation, that I am not a German.  If I had been a German, I could not have received[N] the mission with which I am charged—­because the messenger in the mission with which I am charged, must come, according to prophecies, from the Slavonian nation, from the country called Illyria or Illyricum, from the town, named in my mother tongue Kamnik, in Greek and Latin Lithopolis, in German Stein, in English Stone.

Against the impudence with which also my language was so terribly misrepresented there is no room to make more than this remark: