“Only a poor blacksmith who has just died.”
“What is your name?”
“John James Francis Lewis William Verholen.”
He had hardly uttered the word Verholen, when the door-keeper began to scream so loudly that all the devils, including Lucifer himself, ran to see what was the matter. All he could say was, “Smith Verholen is there; the terrible Smith Verholen.”
HE WAS DRESSED IN DEEP BLACK
“Let that Good Fellow have a Glimpse of Heaven”