A POSSIBLE HORROR.

Evening Star, Issue 15174, 3 May 1913, Page 3

A POSSIBLE HORROR.

The Parson said to Lushington In accents grave and stem:' ’ V^TUif 0 , 11 “n Dd wa 7 s > mi son, in lieli you 11 surely bum. “There you will aifc with fiery cowl Upon your head, and quaff tong drinks of boiling brine, and howl WiHlc all tho devils laugh. “And all around you you will hear' A yelling, fiendish crew Tl»t mock the cries of pain and fear ■From sinners lost like you.” Did Lushington amend his ways? Alas, he never tried! r He drank and diced through all bis days And in ins sins he died. And, when he got at last to Hell He beard no tumult dire; He saw no demons leap and yell In tho fantastic fire. But sitting mournful, row on row Sad denis he could see; ’ They rocked their figures to and fro And wept most bitterly. He heard them cry with anguish sore j Your own way you would go, rfow you must burn for evermore—* The parson told you so. “You would not now forget the plate. If you would ease your pain— Alas, poor soul, too late, too late ” And then they wept again The soul of Lushington was well Wrought up for dreadful fears find ghastly sights—but not a hell . All damp with devils’ tears: It was a nightmare grim—and how lie prayeu tor morning light! 'it came—and Lushington is now A leading Bechabite. —Groove Hoe, ‘Modem Society.* ; ■