And deep as wide, and ruinous as deep.
Beneath, I saw a lake of burning fire,
With tempest tost perpetually, and still,
The waves of fiery darkness ’gainst the rocks
Of dark damnation broke, and music made
Of melancholy sort, and over head,
And all around, wind wared with wind, storm howled
To storm, and lightning, forked lightning, crossed,
Of sullen wrath.’
“The Pagan account of hell is tame compared to the Orthodox representation of it. A Methodist elder, a short time since, in Lafayette, Ind., told his hearers, that hell was so hot, that if a soul was taken out of it and put into a red hot smelting furnace, he would freeze to death in five minutes.”