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--
But
this
stench
is
not
,
horrible
though
it
is
,
the
greatest
physical
torment
to
which
the
damned
are
subjected
.
The
torment
of
fire
is
the
greatest
torment
to
which
the
tyrant
has
ever
subjected
his
fellow
creatures
.
Place
your
finger
for
a
moment
in
the
flame
of
a
candle
and
you
will
feel
the
pain
of
fire
.
But
our
earthly
fire
was
created
by
God
for
the
benefit
of
man
,
to
maintain
in
him
the
spark
of
life
and
to
help
him
in
the
useful
arts
,
whereas
the
fire
of
hell
is
of
another
quality
and
was
created
by
God
to
torture
and
punish
the
unrepentant
sinner
.
Our
earthly
fire
also
consumes
more
or
less
rapidly
according
as
the
object
which
it
attacks
is
more
or
less
combustible
,
so
that
human
ingenuity
has
even
succeeded
in
inventing
chemical
preparations
to
check
or
frustrate
its
action
.
But
the
sulphurous
brimstone
which
burns
in
hell
is
a
substance
which
is
specially
designed
to
burn
for
ever
and
for
ever
with
unspeakable
fury
.
Moreover
,
our
earthly
fire
destroys
at
the
same
time
as
it
burns
,
so
that
the
more
intense
it
is
the
shorter
is
its
duration
;
but
the
fire
of
hell
has
this
property
,
that
it
preserves
that
which
it
burns
,
and
,
though
it
rages
with
incredible
intensity
,
it
rages
for
ever
.
--
Our
earthly
fire
again
,
no
matter
how
fierce
or
widespread
it
may
be
,
is
always
of
a
limited
extent
;
but
the
lake
of
fire
in
hell
is
boundless
,
shoreless
and
bottomless
.
It
is
on
record
that
the
devil
himself
,
when
asked
the
question
by
a
certain
soldier
,
was
obliged
to
confess
that
if
a
whole
mountain
were
thrown
into
the
burning
ocean
of
hell
it
would
be
burned
up
In
an
instant
like
a
piece
of
wax
.
And
this
terrible
fire
will
not
afflict
the
bodies
of
the
damned
only
from
without
,
but
each
lost
soul
will
be
a
hell
unto
itself
,
the
boundless
fire
raging
in
its
very
vitals
.
O
,
how
terrible
is
the
lot
of
those
wretched
beings
!
The
blood
seethes
and
boils
in
the
veins
,
the
brains
are
boiling
in
the
skull
,
the
heart
in
the
breast
glowing
and
bursting
,
the
bowels
a
red-hot
mass
of
burning
pulp
,
the
tender
eyes
flaming
like
molten
balls
.
--
And
yet
what
I
have
said
as
to
the
strength
and
quality
and
boundlessness
of
this
fire
is
as
nothing
when
compared
to
its
intensity
,
an
intensity
which
it
has
as
being
the
instrument
chosen
by
divine
design
for
the
punishment
of
soul
and
body
alike
.
It
is
a
fire
which
proceeds
directly
from
the
ire
of
God
,
working
not
of
its
own
activity
but
as
an
instrument
of
Divine
vengeance
.
As
the
waters
of
baptism
cleanse
the
soul
with
the
body
,
so
do
the
fires
of
punishment
torture
the
spirit
with
the
flesh
.
Every
sense
of
the
flesh
is
tortured
and
every
faculty
of
the
soul
therewith
:
the
eyes
with
impenetrable
utter
darkness
,
the
nose
with
noisome
odours
,
the
ears
with
yells
and
howls
and
execrations
,
the
taste
with
foul
matter
,
leprous
corruption
,
nameless
suffocating
filth
,
the
touch
with
redhot
goads
and
spikes
,
with
cruel
tongues
of
flame
.
And
through
the
several
torments
of
the
senses
the
immortal
soul
is
tortured
eternally
in
its
very
essence
amid
the
leagues
upon
leagues
of
glowing
fires
kindled
in
the
abyss
by
the
offended
majesty
of
the
Omnipotent
God
and
fanned
into
everlasting
and
ever-increasing
fury
by
the
breath
of
the
anger
of
the
God-head
.
--
Consider
finally
that
the
torment
of
this
infernal
prison
is
increased
by
the
company
of
the
damned
themselves
.
Evil
company
on
earth
is
so
noxious
that
the
plants
,
as
if
by
instinct
,
withdraw
from
the
company
of
whatsoever
is
deadly
or
hurtful
to
them
.
In
hell
all
laws
are
overturned
--
there
is
no
thought
of
family
or
country
,
of
ties
,
of
relationships
.
The
damned
howl
and
scream
at
one
another
,
their
torture
and
rage
intensified
by
the
presence
of
beings
tortured
and
raging
like
themselves
.
All
sense
of
humanity
is
forgotten
.
The
yells
of
the
suffering
sinners
fill
the
remotest
corners
of
the
vast
abyss
.
The
mouths
of
the
damned
are
full
of
blasphemies
against
God
and
of
hatred
for
their
fellow
sufferers
and
of
curses
against
those
souls
which
were
their
accomplices
in
sin
.
In
olden
times
it
was
the
custom
to
punish
the
parricide
,
the
man
who
had
raised
his
murderous
hand
against
his
father
,
by
casting
him
into
the
depths
of
the
sea
in
a
sack
in
which
were
placed
a
cock
,
a
monkey
,
and
a
serpent
.
The
intention
of
those
law-givers
who
framed
such
a
law
,
which
seems
cruel
in
our
times
,
was
to
punish
the
criminal
by
the
company
of
hurtful
and
hateful
beasts
.
But
what
is
the
fury
of
those
dumb
beasts
compared
with
the
fury
of
execration
which
bursts
from
the
parched
lips
and
aching
throats
of
the
damned
in
hell
when
they
behold
in
their
companions
in
misery
those
who
aided
and
abetted
them
in
sin
,
those
whose
words
sowed
the
first
seeds
of
evil
thinking
and
evil
living
in
their
minds
,
those
whose
immodest
suggestions
led
them
on
to
sin
,
those
whose
eyes
tempted
and
allured
them
from
the
path
of
virtue
.
They
turn
upon
those
accomplices
and
upbraid
them
and
curse
them
.
But
they
are
helpless
and
hopeless
:
it
is
too
late
now
for
repentance
.
--
Last
of
all
consider
the
frightful
torment
to
those
damned
souls
,
tempters
and
tempted
alike
,
of
the
company
of
the
devils
.
These
devils
will
afflict
the
damned
in
two
ways
,
by
their
presence
and
by
their
reproaches
.
We
can
have
no
idea
of
how
horrible
these
devils
are
.
Saint
Catherine
of
Siena
once
saw
a
devil
and
she
has
written
that
,
rather
than
look
again
for
one
single
instant
on
such
a
frightful
monster
,
she
would
prefer
to
walk
until
the
end
of
her
life
along
a
track
of
red
coals
.
These
devils
,
who
were
once
beautiful
angels
,
have
become
as
hideous
and
ugly
as
they
once
were
beautiful
.
They
mock
and
jeer
at
the
lost
souls
whom
they
dragged
down
to
ruin
.
It
is
they
,
the
foul
demons
,
who
are
made
in
hell
the
voices
of
conscience
.
Why
did
you
sin
?
Why
did
you
lend
an
ear
to
the
temptings
of
friends
?
Why
did
you
turn
aside
from
your
pious
practices
and
good
works
?
Why
did
you
not
shun
the
occasions
of
sin
?
Why
did
you
not
leave
that
evil
companion
?
Why
did
you
not
give
up
that
lewd
habit
,
that
impure
habit
?
Why
did
you
not
listen
to
the
counsels
of
your
confessor
?
Why
did
you
not
,
even
after
you
had
fallen
the
first
or
the
second
or
the
third
or
the
fourth
or
the
hundredth
time
,
repent
of
your
evil
ways
and
turn
to
God
who
only
waited
for
your
repentance
to
absolve
you
of
your
sins
?
Now
the
time
for
repentance
has
gone
by
.
Time
is
,
time
was
,
but
time
shall
be
no
more
!
Time
was
to
sin
in
secrecy
,
to
indulge
in
that
sloth
and
pride
,
to
covet
the
unlawful
,
to
yield
to
the
promptings
of
your
lower
nature
,
to
live
like
the
beasts
of
the
field
,
nay
worse
than
the
beasts
of
the
field
,
for
they
,
at
least
,
are
but
brutes
and
have
no
reason
to
guide
them
:
time
was
,
but
time
shall
be
no
more
.
God
spoke
to
you
by
so
many
voices
,
but
you
would
not
hear
.
You
would
not
crush
out
that
pride
and
anger
in
your
heart
,
you
would
not
restore
those
ill-gotten
goods
,
you
would
not
obey
the
precepts
of
your
holy
church
nor
attend
to
your
religious
duties
,
you
would
not
abandon
those
wicked
companions
,
you
would
not
avoid
those
dangerous
temptations
.
Such
is
the
language
of
those
fiendish
tormentors
,
words
of
taunting
and
of
reproach
,
of
hatred
and
of
disgust
.
Of
disgust
,
yes
!
For
even
they
,
the
very
devils
,
when
they
sinned
,
sinned
by
such
a
sin
as
alone
was
compatible
with
such
angelical
natures
,
a
rebellion
of
the
intellect
:
and
they
,
even
they
,
the
foul
devils
must
turn
away
,
revolted
and
disgusted
,
from
the
contemplation
of
those
unspeakable
sins
by
which
degraded
man
outrages
and
defiles
the
temple
of
the
Holy
Ghost
,
defiles
and
pollutes
himself
.
