The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1868-02-11 00:00:00

No deed. though poor, shall be forgot,
However feebly done.
The prayer, the what, the thought.
The faintly vokon word,
Th. plan that roused to mow to nought,
Each haa Ito Gina reward.

And then rouse yourself bravely for the florlpture
lesion the last half-hour, recollecting that in all
probability those few words us all of • heavenly
meatus the poor lade will hear until neat week. It is
very rare that the wonderful histories it is your privilege
to tell them do not az their attention sad make them
as still as possible whilst they listen."

Hem Darter= rolt IRS Yottect.—At present, when
there is so much dissuasion rout whet all children
should be taught, it is useful to know what some children
are taught. The tenth of a series of "books for children
end young persons" composed by the Rev. J. Furniss,
C.S.S. R., and published by authority, for it is stamped
"pertness% seperionan," is "The Sight of Hell," and
Its contents are quite as startling as the title. A re.
oommendallon is refixed that one or two of the thirty-
seven sections into whir it is divided' might be read
to the children each Sunday at egtechim." Mtge gbh,
tames a protest from Father Faber rabid "the false
delicacy of modern times in keeping back the scaring
images of hell." The children who are instructed out
el this work will learn, "It ream likely that hell Is in
the middle cid the serth"—that Core, Dothan, and
Abiron were rent down alive into hell, and that St.
Gregory Towhee for Theodorio, • very wired and creel
king, who tired in a town lulled ILITINION haring DIBIL
the rine fate. In his case, however, Dm earth did not
open. He was seen by a holy hermit, who lived on the
island of Stromboli, to "go down Into the fiery moun-
tain" on that Wand. The Rev. J. Ferri states, "We
know how far it let. the middle of the earth. It is
just four thousand miles. Soil hell ia in the middle of
the earth, it is for thousand miles to the horrible
prison of hell." Down in this place is a terrific noise.
fe children are err to—" Listen to the tremendous,
the horrible uproar of millions and millions and millions
of tormented creatures mad with the fury of hell. Oh,
the screams el fear, the pi:rings of horror, the yells
of rage, the cries of pun, the shouts of agony, the
shrieks of despair from millions on millions I There
you her them roaring like lions, hissing like serpents,
howling like doge, and wailing like dragons. There you
bear the gnashing of teeth, and the fearful blasphemies
ef the devils. Above all, you hear the rearing of the
thunders of Cod's Leger, which shakes hell to ita foun-
dations. Rut there is another sound. There ia in hell
• rend like that of airy esters It ices if all the
rivers and oceans of the world were pouring themselves
with a great splash down on the door of hell. Is it,
then, really the sound of waters? It is. Are the rivers
and oceans of the earth pouring themselves into hall
No. What is it, then' It is the mound of oceans of
tears running down from countless millions of eyes.
fry cry for ever end ever. They cry because the
sulphurous smoke torments their eyes They cry
because they are in Whams. They cry because they
have lost the beautiful heaven. They cry because the
sharp fire burns them. Little child, it is better to cry
one tesr of repenters now than to cry millions of tears
in hell." It is hardly needful to follow the Rev. J.
Furor through all his ghastly pictures. Sometimes be
parse from the horrible to the ludicrous. An example of
this Is the statement made on the authority of St.
Francis that the devil was arc " shirt ea a long beam
which pared through the soidclle of belLe We cannot,
brewer, withhold the folloviing picture of what is to
be witnessed in the third deepen, that Is, to the lowest
depth of hell :—"The roof is red hot ; the walls are
red hot ; the floor is like • thick sheet of red-hot iron.
See, on the middle of that red-hot iron door steeds a
girl. She looks about sitter yeses old. Her feet are
here • she has neither shoes nor stockings on her feet:
kir bare feet stand on the red-hot baring door. The
door of this room has Darer been opened before since
she first set her foot on the red-hot door. Now shares
that the door ix opening. She rears forward. She has
gone down on her knees on the red-hot floor. Liars I
she speaks. She rya, " I bar been standing with my
bare feet ma this red-hot door for years. Day and night
my only rending-Ore has been this red-hot door.
Sleep never came on me for a moment that I might
forget this horrible burning door. Look, she says, "at
my burnt and bleeding fest. Let ine go off this burning
floor for one moment, may for or single short moment.
Oh, that in this endless eternity of years I might forget
the pain may for re single moment i" The devil
rowers her question: "Do you ask," he says, " for a
moment, for one morner, to forget your Pah' No,
not for or single moment during the never-wadine
eternity of rue ern you ever leave this red-hot floor?'
"Is it lel" the rye with • sigh that seems to brink
her heart; "thee, at least, let somebody go to my little
brothers and sisters, who are alive, and hal them not to
do the bad this,. with& I dld, so that thq never
have to some sod stead os red-bet door." The
devil answer her Joie, "Peer little bribers .a
Osten have the priests to tell them these things If
they will not listen to the twirls, neither would they
listen STSO if somebody should go to them from the
Seed." At the beginning the writer quotes the pray
already referred to with regard to the Was delkrieg of
modem tries in keeping back from children the
"wine images of helLe He then paints for rem the
refers whereof we have given fair sacrlso. sod "a-
rras the twenty-dr motion with tree wonia, One
of the
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