S. 52.
I thank God that with joy I mention it, I was never afraid of hell,
nor never grew pale at the description of that place; I have so fixed
my contemplations on heaven, that I have almost forgot the idea of
hell, &c.
Excellent throughout. The fear of hell may, indeed, in some desperate cases, like the moxa, give the first rouse from a moral lethargy, or like the green venom of copper, by evacuating poison or a dead load from the inner man, prepare it for nobler ministrations and medicines from the realm of light and life, that nourish while they stimulate.