And against these on the one side, and the Brother Sodoms on the other, I shall interrupt my story to put this chapter under shelter of that wise remark of the great Dr.Adam Clark, who says "The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, the terror of God confounds the soul;" and that other saying of his: "With the _fear_ of God the love of God is ever consistent; but where the _terror_ of the Lord reigns, there can neither be _fear, faith_, nor _love_; nay, nor _hope_ either." And yet I am not sure that even the Brother Sodoms were made in vain.
On this evening Mr.Soden was as terrible as usual.

Bud heard him without flinching.

Small, who sat farther forward, listened with pious approval.

Mr.Soden, out of distorted figures pieced together from different passages of Scripture, built a hell, not quite, Miltonic, nor yet Dantean, but as Miltonic and Dantean as his unrefined imagination could make it.

As he rose toward his climax of hideous description, Walter Johnson trembled from head to foot and sat close to Bud.