During the invocation, which was brief but heartfelt, Spot walked out and stretched himself on the ground in front of the box. Brother Butters and Brother Hyatt both ended the prayer with loud amens. “Here are the lines o’ the first hymn,” announced Brother Hyatt. “Blow ye the trumpet! blow The gladly solemn sound— Let all the nations know, To earth’s remotest bound, The day of Jubilee is come, Return, ye ransomed sinners, home! And now the living waters flow, To cheer the humble soul; From sea to sea the rivers go, And spread from pole to pole.” Brother Butters then began his discourse, most of which consisted of written extracts from old Calvinistic exhortations. “Our sermon this afternoon is on the subject of the eternity of hell torments, and the text is from Matthew 25–46: “These shall go away into everlasting punishment.”” Brother Hyatt:—“A-A-MEN!—Now feel ye the sting of the lash of the prophet!” “Lo, on a narrow neck of land, Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Yet how insensible! A point of time, a moment’s space, Removes me to yon heav’nly place, Or shuts me up in hell!” Brother Butters:—“You have a glorious opportunity today that may never come again. The door of mercy is opened wide, but the path that leads to it is long and narrow. A slight swerve leads to the fiery pit. Many come from the east, the west, the north, the south, and many fall. We may conceive of the fierceness of that awful fire of wrath if we think of a spider, or other noisome insect, thrown into the midst of glowing coals. How immediately it yields, and curls, and withers in the frightful heat! What pleasure we take in its agonizing destruction! Here is a little image of what ye may expect if ye persist in sin, and a picture of the place where pestilential sinners wail.” Brother Hyatt:—“A-A-MEN!—Oh, hear ye the happy message!” “Since man by sin has lost his God, He seeks creation through, And vainly hopes for solid bliss, In trying something new.” Brother Butters:—“The thought comes to me that the row of sinners in yonder chairs typifies sin in its vilest form—that of a snake. Tip at one end suggests the tail, and Dick Shakes, whom ye call ‘the Serpent’s Hiss,’ at the other, represents the loathsome head. It was a snake that carried sin into the Garden of Eden. It is a snake that confronts the Lord’s servants at this meeting, and, in my mind’s eye, I see that writhing serpent, breeze-shaken and hair-hung, over the yawning abyss of hell!” Brother Hyatt:—“_Can you beat that?_”