And a fear more terrifying and awful than any I had ever known before completely overwhelmed me at the thought of eternal damnation.

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* * * * * For a long time, for many weeks and months, the parable of the foolish virgins haunted me.

And every evening, when darkness came, I would repeat to myself the words that sounded so beautiful and yet so dismaying: "Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh." If he should come to-night, was ever my thought, I would be awakened by a noise as of the sound of rushing waters, by the blare of the trumpet of the angel of the Lord announcing the terrifying approach of the end of the world.