Many of them were, therefore, nearly as much the dupes of the delusions that proceeded from their own heated imaginations as the ignorant people who looked upon them as oracles; for we know that nothing at all events so much generates imposture as credulity.
"Indeed, Donnel," replied Sullivan, "what you say is unfortunately too thrue.

Everything we can look upon appears to have the mark of God's displeasure on it; but if we have death and sickness now, what'll become of us this time twelve months, when we'll feel this failure most ?" "I have said it," replied the prophet; "an' if my tongue doesn't tell truth, the tongue that never tells a lie will." "And what tongue is that ?" asked his companion.
"The tongue of the death-bell will tell it day afther day to every parish in the land.

However, we know that death's before us, an' the grave, afther all, is our only consolation." "God help us," exclaimed Sullivan, "if we hadn't betther and brighter consolation than the grave.

Only for the hopes in our Divine Redeemer an' his mercy, it's little consolation the grave could give us.

But indeed, Donnel, as you say, everything about us is enough to sink the heart within one--an' no hope at all of a change for the betther.
However, God is good, and, if it's His will that we should suffer, it's our duty to submit to it." The prophet looked around him with a gloomy aspect, and, truth to say, the appearance of everything on which the eye could rest, was such as gave unquestionable indications of wide-spread calamity to the country.
The evening, which was now far advanced, had impressed on it a character of such dark and hopeless desolation as weighed down the heart with a feeling of cold and chilling gloom that was communicated by the dreary aspect of every thing around.