They can't enter the kingdom of Heaven; there is no place for them there.

Why can't you repent?
'Spose you die in a drunken fit, how will I have the heart to work when I remember where you've got to; 'where the worm never dieth, and the fire is not quenched.'" Bacchus was rather taken aback by this sudden appeal, and he moved uneasily in his chair; but after a little reflection, and a good long look at the moon, he recovered his confidence.
"Phillis," said he, "do you b'lieve in sperrits ?" "No, I don't," said Phillis, drily, "of no kind." Bacchus was at a loss again; but he pretended not to understand her, and giving a hitch to his uncertain chair, he got up some courage, and said, doggedly, "Well, I do." "I don't," said Phillis, positively, "of no kind." Bacchus was quite discomposed again, but he said in an appealing voice to his wife, "Phillis, I couldn't stand it; when Miss Alice was so low, you was busy, and could be a doin somethin for her; but what could I do?
Here I sot all night a cryin, a thinkin about her and young master.

I 'spected for true she was gwine to die; and my blessed grief! what would have come of us all.

Master Arthur, he'd a come home, but what would be the use, and she dead and gone.

Every which way I looked, I think I see Miss Alice going up to Heaven, a waving her hand good-by to us, and we all by ourselves, weepin and wailin.