In trying something new.”
Brother Butters:—“The thought comes to me that the row of sinners in yonder chairs typifies sin in its vilest form—that of a snake. Tip at one end suggests the tail, and Dick Shakes, whom ye call ‘the Serpent’s Hiss,’ at the other, represents the loathsome head. It was a snake that carried sin into the Garden of Eden. It is a snake that confronts the Lord’s servants at this meeting, and, in my mind’s eye, I see that writhing serpent, breeze-shaken and hair-hung, over the yawning abyss of hell!”
Brother Hyatt:—“Can you beat that?”
“Oh, blissful thought!
There seems a voice in ev’ry gale,
A tongue in ev’ry op’ning flower!”
Bill Stiles:—“This is hot stuff!”
Brother Butters:—“How will the duration of torment without end cause the heart to melt like wax! Even those proud, sturdy, and hell-hardened spirits, the devils, tremble at the thoughts of that greater torture, which they are to suffer on the day of judgment. The poor damned souls of men will have their misery vastly augmented.”
Brother Hyatt:—“A-A-AMEN!—They will get the limit!”
“Oh, Lord, behold me,