of your time. But you that are making faces there, what are you about? is it mocking me you are? be asy now. I have a shillelah now, and a good tough bit of a swich it is. Ay, you will do now, so I shall go on to describe hell; with which, unless you will follow my counsel, you, Mr. Smirker, will be better acquainted some day or other. It is a hideous kind of a place, like the coal-*pits of Staffordshire, or to come nearer the point, like the great cavern in the Devil's own premises; there is a great furnace, just like the glass-houses, where unbelievers are roasted, all as one as pigs, in the great cook-shops, as you pass through Porrige Island; and as they are alive all the time, they must be in a pretty kind of a combustion. There is a serjeant's guard of devils over every fire. Now Heaven and hell, you may perhaps persave, are different kind of
