The Iowa transcript. (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1858-1866, 1863-02-19

in. Here sat an elderly imp as door
keeper and by his side was very large
book, in which were written in letters
Of fire these names Of All the damned
who precede me. 'child Of sin, spoke
the old man, awhe art thou ?" and
answered, "ve,ily my brain reels and
l know not.'' "Child Of sin tell me bv
what name thou vast known on earth p
and answered, "Jeffersou Davis.'' No
sooner had I uttered this name, than
the imps. with horrible, never to be
forgotten screech, sprang to distant
corner, and stood starring with CLEAN.
ing eyeballs, that seemed to loathe me
with a most tremendous loatAing. !
tried to approach them, but they would
not permit it seeming fearful Of any
contact with me. Horror stricken and
amazed at this conduct Of those
! thought would be my friends, return
ed to the door which now found open.
No sooner had l entered than the door
closed with a heavy sound, and / heard
rolling and rolling in the distance my
name, as was thus introduced in the
society Of the damned. Onward and
onward | found myself ling and
ever and anon, as passed by somo
poor wretch writhing in all the misery
OF the lost, I would turn my eyes to
catch one look Of sympathy. one glance
of commisera'ion for my fate, but in
vain. All seemed to lock upon me
with a dreadful horror, ana pointing
their burnt fingers Of scorn as I passed,
whispered to each other, s'Hell is dis
.raced +. He'll is dlsgraced !" Harryng
faster on, at last found myself before
an open door, printed overhead in let
ters Of fire the words, Enter and re-
cslve thy doom - entered, and there
in middle Of a large apartment VS.
raised throne Of living FIRE, and npon
it sat the most awful being ever b. heli
On his bead was crown Of living scar
plons and around his neck and coied in
his bosom was the deadly ratt!esnake
l had but short time to look when
in voice Of thunder he said TO me,
"Who art thou? - And through the
long arches, through which I passed,
came the answer: jefferson Davis.
Jefferson Jefferson Davis Hell i, dis
graced, east him OUT Transfxed
with horror, the Devil seemed to gaze
upon me, and in voice of awtu! depth
and hardness, said to me: Jefferson
Davis, once upon a time, I who sit
here Jailor Of the damned, ambitious
to be something greater than the great.
est, rebelled and was cas-. forth, ana
this sentence was passed upon me: ss1To
sink down to He'll, and have domain
over all the iniquity ofthe world mill
a greater than I sfua.d be released and
my dominion given to him. Jefferson
Davis long have waited, long have
tempted, but in vain, until to day you
appeared before me loaded down with
a crime that even shudder to see Won.
Jefferson Davis" said he rising, stake
my seat and crevn. As he uttered
those awful words my blood seemed to
freeze in my veins, and the most horrd
wall Of agony rose from my myriad Of
the damned, and with 4 shout awoke,
trembling in ever limb, cold perspi-
ration all over me, and broad daylight
streaming in through my windows.
The scene seemed SO real, and my doom
so prophetic, that it preyed me like a
cankcr, and l find myself unable to cast
i,oti..'
Davis hero ceased speaking, and
they both rose and unlocked the door
and passed out, and as they passed ]
canght a glimpse Of them, and never
till the day Of my death, shall ! forge:
the haggared, care worn faces Of those
two traitors.