24/37 God forbid a universal Papacy! You are not a Catholic--no! You are a Roman--by which name we understand all that is most loathsome and unpleasing unto God! But I will wrestle for your soul,--yea, night and day will I bend my spiritual sinews to the task,--I will obtain the victory,--I will exorcise the fiend! Alas, alas! you are on the brink of hell--think of it!" and Mr.Dyceworthy stretched out his hand with his favorite pulpit gesture. "Think of the roasting and burning,--the scorching and withering of souls! Imagine, if you can, the hopeless, bitter, eternal damnation," and here he smacked his lips as though he were tasting something excellent,--"from which there is no escape!. for which there shall be no remedy!" "It is a gloomy picture," said Thelma, with a quiet sparkle in her eye. |