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--
He
came
.
He
was
born
of
a
virgin
pure
,
Mary
the
virgin
mother
.
He
was
born
in
a
poor
cowhouse
in
Judea
and
lived
as
a
humble
carpenter
for
thirty
years
until
the
hour
of
His
mission
had
come
.
And
then
,
filled
with
love
for
men
,
He
went
forth
and
called
to
men
to
hear
the
new
gospel
.
--
Did
they
listen
?
Yes
,
they
listened
but
would
not
hear
.
He
was
seized
and
bound
like
a
common
criminal
,
mocked
at
as
a
fool
,
set
aside
to
give
place
to
a
public
robber
,
scourged
with
five
thousand
lashes
,
crowned
with
a
crown
of
thorns
,
hustled
through
the
streets
by
the
jewish
rabble
and
the
Roman
soldiery
,
stripped
of
his
garments
and
hanged
upon
a
gibbet
and
His
side
was
pierced
with
a
lance
and
from
the
wounded
body
of
our
Lord
water
and
blood
issued
continually
.
--
Yet
even
then
,
in
that
hour
of
supreme
agony
,
Our
Merciful
Redeemer
had
pity
for
mankind
.
Yet
even
there
,
on
the
hill
of
Calvary
,
He
founded
the
holy
catholic
church
against
which
,
it
is
promised
,
the
gates
of
hell
shall
not
prevail
.
He
founded
it
upon
the
rock
of
ages
,
and
endowed
it
with
His
grace
,
with
sacraments
and
sacrifice
,
and
promised
that
if
men
would
obey
the
word
of
His
church
they
would
still
enter
into
eternal
life
;
but
if
,
after
all
that
had
been
done
for
them
,
they
still
persisted
in
their
wickedness
,
there
remained
for
them
an
eternity
of
torment
:
hell
.
The
preacher
's
voice
sank
.
He
paused
,
joined
his
palms
for
an
instant
,
parted
them
.
Then
he
resumed
:
--
Now
let
us
try
for
a
moment
to
realize
,
as
far
as
we
can
,
the
nature
of
that
abode
of
the
damned
which
the
justice
of
an
offended
God
has
called
into
existence
for
the
eternal
punishment
of
sinners
.
Hell
is
a
strait
and
dark
and
foul-smelling
prison
,
an
abode
of
demons
and
lost
souls
,
filled
with
fire
and
smoke
.
The
straitness
of
this
prison
house
is
expressly
designed
by
God
to
punish
those
who
refused
to
be
bound
by
His
laws
.
In
earthly
prisons
the
poor
captive
has
at
least
some
liberty
of
movement
,
were
it
only
within
the
four
walls
of
his
cell
or
in
the
gloomy
yard
of
his
prison
.
Not
so
in
hell
.
There
,
by
reason
of
the
great
number
of
the
damned
,
the
prisoners
are
heaped
together
in
their
awful
prison
,
the
walls
of
which
are
said
to
be
four
thousand
miles
thick
:
and
the
damned
are
so
utterly
bound
and
helpless
that
,
as
a
blessed
saint
,
saint
Anselm
,
writes
in
his
book
on
similitudes
,
they
are
not
even
able
to
remove
from
the
eye
a
worm
that
gnaws
it
.
--
They
lie
in
exterior
darkness
.
For
,
remember
,
the
fire
of
hell
gives
forth
no
light
.
As
,
at
the
command
of
God
,
the
fire
of
the
Babylonian
furnace
lost
its
heat
but
not
its
light
,
so
,
at
the
command
of
God
,
the
fire
of
hell
,
while
retaining
the
intensity
of
its
heat
,
burns
eternally
in
darkness
.
It
is
a
never
ending
storm
of
darkness
,
dark
flames
and
dark
smoke
of
burning
brimstone
,
amid
which
the
bodies
are
heaped
one
upon
another
without
even
a
glimpse
of
air
.
Of
all
the
plagues
with
which
the
land
of
the
Pharaohs
were
smitten
one
plague
alone
,
that
of
darkness
,
was
called
horrible
.
What
name
,
then
,
shall
we
give
to
the
darkness
of
hell
which
is
to
last
not
for
three
days
alone
but
for
all
eternity
?
--
The
horror
of
this
strait
and
dark
prison
is
increased
by
its
awful
stench
.
All
the
filth
of
the
world
,
all
the
offal
and
scum
of
the
world
,
we
are
told
,
shall
run
there
as
to
a
vast
reeking
sewer
when
the
terrible
conflagration
of
the
last
day
has
purged
the
world
.
The
brimstone
,
too
,
which
burns
there
in
such
prodigious
quantity
fills
all
hell
with
its
intolerable
stench
;
and
the
bodies
of
the
damned
themselves
exhale
such
a
pestilential
odour
that
,
as
saint
Bonaventure
says
,
one
of
them
alone
would
suffice
to
infect
the
whole
world
.
The
very
air
of
this
world
,
that
pure
element
,
becomes
foul
and
unbreathable
when
it
has
been
long
enclosed
.
Consider
then
what
must
be
the
foulness
of
the
air
of
hell
.
Imagine
some
foul
and
putrid
corpse
that
has
lain
rotting
and
decomposing
in
the
grave
,
a
jelly-like
mass
of
liquid
corruption
.
Imagine
such
a
corpse
a
prey
to
flames
,
devoured
by
the
fire
of
burning
brimstone
and
giving
off
dense
choking
fumes
of
nauseous
loathsome
decomposition
.
And
then
imagine
this
sickening
stench
,
multiplied
a
millionfold
and
a
millionfold
again
from
the
millions
upon
millions
of
fetid
carcasses
massed
together
in
the
reeking
darkness
,
a
huge
and
rotting
human
fungus
.
Imagine
all
this
,
and
you
will
have
some
idea
of
the
horror
of
the
stench
of
hell
.
