While I was in this dreadful state, three visions came to me, My poor mind was a wandering, far, far across the sea! Satan there sat on his throne,--how I prayed to be forgiven, And there appear’d beyond my reach, the beauteous plains of Heaven! The Angels sang such beauteous songs, and praised the glorious sight, I stood above the great abyss, and there beheld a sight, Their wailing sounds was horrible,--dreadful oaths were said and sung, Thousands prayed for water, to cool their parching tongues! Again I cast my poor eyes up, and there among the best, I saw all those I loved on earth lay on their Saviour’s breast; Something whispered in my ear--repent--it’s not too late, And pointing to the abyss below--such is the blasphemer’s fate. The vision changed to Heaven’s gate, so beautiful and bright, God waiting for the Judgment Day sat on his Throne of Light; I thought that I was there forgiven in this most beauteous land, And with my little family I stood at His right hand. I awoke with cold and trembling, the Lord had heard my prayer, My blood ran through every vein, with hope and poor despair, I fell down on my knees and prayed, as I ne’er had done before, I gave my word to Him above, I would never blaspheme more. All is done for our good, we should not rebuke His will, In spite of all bad weather, the heads of corn did fill; The harvest was most bountiful, with abundance we were blest. Take warning now and do not swear, God does all for the best. H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London. STRANGE WARNING TO A REPROBATE PUBLICAN. In Bethnal-Green, and near the school house, there is a public-house known by the name of the Gibraltar, which was long kept by one John Harris, a native of Birmingham, and silver plater by trade. This man for many years, encouraged by his great success in business, led a very irregular life, insomuch that he lost his trade in the public-house, and getting into a disorderly way entirely, the parish officers and justice refused to renew his license, and for a whole year he was fain to keep his house close. During this interval, having dismissed his servants, and his wife having left him for some words which had happened, as he sat by the parlour fire, it being the winter time, he heard the bar bell ring, which made him wonder much, knowing there was nobody in the house but himself. At first he paid but little attention, but upon hearing it distinctly a second time, he got up and went to the back door, suspecting some one had entered that way and was putting a trick upon him; but finding all safe, he returned to the fireside, wondering much at the oddness of the thing, when all of a sudden the bell fell a ringing again, though not in so quick a tone as before, but somewhat more regularly, as if the hand that pulled it held it for a while.