“Oh, blissful thought! There seems a voice in ev’ry gale, A tongue in ev’ry op’ning flower!” Bill Stiles:—“This is hot stuff!” Brother Butters:—“How will the duration of torment without end cause the heart to melt like wax! Even those proud, sturdy, and hell-hardened spirits, the devils, tremble at the thoughts of that greater torture, which they are to suffer on the day of judgment. The poor damned souls of men will have their misery vastly augmented.” Brother Hyatt:—“A-A-AMEN!—They will get the limit!” “Oh, Lord, behold me, And see how vile I am!” Brother Butters:—“The fierceness of a great fire, as when a house is all in flames, gives one an idea of its rage, and we see that the greater the fire is, the fiercer is its heat in every part, and the reason is, because one part heats another part.” Bill Stiles:—“If that rain don’t come pretty soon you fellers’ talk’ll set fire to that box!” Brother Hyatt:—“The mockery of sinners availeth not! Now listen to another verse!” “I love to tell the story, ’Tis pleasant to repeat What seems each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet.” Brother Butters:—“We have seen that the misery of the departed soul of a sinner, besides what it now feels, consists in amazing fears of what is yet to come. When the union of the soul and the body is actually broken, and the body has fetched its last gasp, the soul forsakes the old habitation, and then falls into the hands of devils, who fly upon it, and seize it more violently than ever hungry lions flew upon their prey.” Brother Hyatt:—“A-A-MEN!!!—Oh, what a finish! They are no ice hunks there!” “Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright as day— A blasting wind sweeps o’er the land, And fades the grass away!” Brother Butters:—“We now come to the joy of the saints in heaven who behold the sufferings of sinners and unbaptized infants in hell. They shall see their doleful state, and it will heighten their sense of blessedness. When they shall see the smoke of their torment, and the raging of the flames, and hear their dolorous shrieks and cries, and consider that they in the meantime are in the most blissful state for all eternity, how they will rejoice!” Brother Hyatt:—“Oh, listen ye to the comforts of the church! Oh, speed that happy day!” “Hark! Hark! The notes of joy Roll o’er the heav’nly plains, And all the seraphs find employ For their sublimest strains!” Brother Butters:—“The scriptures plainly teach that the saints in glory shall see the doleful state of the damned, and witness the execution of Almighty wrath.” Brother Hyatt:—“A-A-MEN!”