Now and then a troop of young demons could be seen putting some miserable wretch to horrible torture by tossing him about in the flames with forks, or picking the skin and toe nails from his body; the cries and shrieks of the miserable wretches were so heartrendering that he fell down in a swoon, and on coming to himself, he thought he was in a room at home, with a bible in his hand, when an angel appeared to him, and said, “What you have seen is the reward of unrighteousness and wicked blasphemers, and other sinners, and may this be a warning to you to alter your evil course.” He held a blazing torch in one hand, and a flaming torch in the other, and shook them as he departed. The unfortunate man shortly after began to return to a conscious state, and came to himself, as we have before stated. He has been visited by a number of religious people, and is quite an altered man. He reads his bible, and is extremely happy in the company of an elderly Divine, who reads and explains the holy book to him. He has expressed himself ready to give lectures when he has thoroughly recovered. It is a shocking thing when we come to contemplate on it, that a man, who was in an independant station of life, should, for the sake of gaining a few more pounds out of an acre or two of land, make use of such an impious expression. It is not as if he would give any share of the abundance to the poor and needy, but it was a selfish sordid spirit that the man possessed, prompted by the workings of the evil one; and, now we can see, that the Almighty, although invisible to the human eye can see and hear, and know our most inmost thoughts, and punishes us at a moment when we least expect it, and in a manner that we should never think of. We must not forget the punishment of Lot’s wife, mentioned in the bible, who, for disobeying the instructions of the Lord, was turned into a pillar of salt. Let us hope this will be a warning to all persons against blaspheming. Lines written by the unhappy Sinner since his release. All you that blaspheme against the Lord, O hear this tale of woe, While I relate the sufferings the wicked undergo; I live’d a life of comfort, and riches soon would gain, Until I blasphemed against the Lord, which has caused me misery and pain. It rained for weeks, and then for months, it my temper sorely tried, I cursed the raging elements, my Maker I defied, I called upon some wicked friends, and soon their aid was given, I wished that God might sleep six weeks, and no rain descend from Heaven! That instant I was petrified, and almost turned to stone! The angry elements roared aloud, and there I stood alone, My limbs became quite rigid, the blood froze round my heart, I struggled hard within my soul, yet I from this life must part.