moment, before entering, to read the dread inscription on the grimy portal: "Abandon hope, all ye that enter here." Let us pass on into the gloom beyond, and view the exquisite tortures prepared for man by an almighty and implacably just God; let us see the frightful aspect of the devils and the damned; let us hear the whirlwind of sighs and moans, the shrieks of pain, and the vile blasphemies against the Most High, and let us go on and explore hell from top to bottom and paint it to ourselves in the most horrible colors — and after all we shall not have realized even a shadow of the reality — for " eye hath not seen nor ear heard nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive what things God has prepared for those that hate Him." Suppose all the arch-tyrants and cruel savages that ever lived or will live, were to come together to devise new means of torturing one poor martyr, what an excruciating series of agonies they would invent! And yet, all that would be ease and comfort compared with the torments God has prepared for His enemies. For, alas, and alack! God is almighty and all-wise, not only in preparing good things for His faithful children, but also in preparing woes for His rebel subjects. O God forbid that we should ever experience the sensations of a man who goes to sleep in death with mortal sin upon his soul, and wakes up immediately in a miserable eternity — God forbid it, I say, but God grant we may feel enough of that anguish now, to drive us in fright to God. Let me, therefore, imagine myself to have been struck down in a
