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The
second
pain
which
will
afflict
the
souls
of
the
damned
in
hell
is
the
pain
of
conscience
.
Just
as
in
dead
bodies
worms
are
engendered
by
putrefaction
,
so
in
the
souls
of
the
lost
there
arises
a
perpetual
remorse
from
the
putrefaction
of
sin
,
the
sting
of
conscience
,
the
worm
,
as
Pope
Innocent
the
Third
calls
it
,
of
the
triple
sting
.
The
first
sting
inflicted
by
this
cruel
worm
will
be
the
memory
of
past
pleasures
.
O
what
a
dreadful
memory
will
that
be
!
In
the
lake
of
all-devouring
flame
the
proud
king
will
remember
the
pomps
of
his
court
,
the
wise
but
wicked
man
his
libraries
and
instruments
of
research
,
the
lover
of
artistic
pleasures
his
marbles
and
pictures
and
other
art
treasures
,
he
who
delighted
in
the
pleasures
of
the
table
his
gorgeous
feasts
,
his
dishes
prepared
with
such
delicacy
,
his
choice
wines
;
the
miser
will
remember
his
hoard
of
gold
,
the
robber
his
ill-gotten
wealth
,
the
angry
and
revengeful
and
merciless
murderers
their
deeds
of
blood
and
violence
in
which
they
revelled
,
the
impure
and
adulterous
the
unspeakable
and
filthy
pleasures
in
which
they
delighted
.
They
will
remember
all
this
and
loathe
themselves
and
their
sins
.
For
how
miserable
will
all
those
pleasures
seem
to
the
soul
condemned
to
suffer
in
hellfire
for
ages
and
ages
.
How
they
will
rage
and
fume
to
think
that
they
have
lost
the
bliss
of
heaven
for
the
dross
of
earth
,
for
a
few
pieces
of
metal
,
for
vain
honours
,
for
bodily
comforts
,
for
a
tingling
of
the
nerves
.
They
will
repent
indeed
:
and
this
is
the
second
sting
of
the
worm
of
conscience
,
a
late
and
fruitless
sorrow
for
sins
committed
.
Divine
justice
insists
that
the
understanding
of
those
miserable
wretches
be
fixed
continually
on
the
sins
of
which
they
were
guilty
,
and
moreover
,
as
saint
Augustine
points
out
,
God
will
impart
to
them
His
own
knowledge
of
sin
,
so
that
sin
will
appear
to
them
in
all
its
hideous
malice
as
it
appears
to
the
eyes
of
God
Himself
.
They
will
behold
their
sins
in
all
their
foulness
and
repent
but
it
will
be
too
late
and
then
they
will
bewail
the
good
occasions
which
they
neglected
.
This
is
the
last
and
deepest
and
most
cruel
sting
of
the
worm
of
conscience
.
The
conscience
will
say
:
You
had
time
and
opportunity
to
repent
and
would
not
.
You
were
brought
up
religiously
by
your
parents
.
You
had
the
sacraments
and
grace
and
indulgences
of
the
church
to
aid
you
.
You
had
the
minister
of
God
to
preach
to
you
,
to
call
you
back
when
you
had
strayed
,
to
forgive
you
your
sins
,
no
matter
how
many
,
how
abominable
,
if
only
you
had
confessed
and
repented
.
No
.
You
would
not
.
You
flouted
the
ministers
of
holy
religion
,
you
turned
your
back
on
the
confessional
,
you
wallowed
deeper
and
deeper
in
the
mire
of
sin
.
God
appealed
to
you
,
threatened
you
,
entreated
you
to
return
to
Him
.
O
,
what
shame
,
what
misery
!
The
Ruler
of
the
universe
entreated
you
,
a
creature
of
clay
,
to
love
Him
Who
made
you
and
to
keep
His
law
.
No
.
You
would
not
.
And
now
,
though
you
were
to
flood
all
hell
with
your
tears
if
you
could
still
weep
,
all
that
sea
of
repentance
would
not
gain
for
you
what
a
single
tear
of
true
repentance
shed
during
your
mortal
life
would
have
gained
for
you
.
You
implore
now
a
moment
of
earthly
life
wherein
to
repent
:
In
vain
.
That
time
is
gone
:
gone
for
ever
.
--
Such
is
the
threefold
sting
of
conscience
,
the
viper
which
gnaws
the
very
heart
's
core
of
the
wretches
in
hell
,
so
that
filled
with
hellish
fury
they
curse
themselves
for
their
folly
and
curse
the
evil
companions
who
have
brought
them
to
such
ruin
and
curse
the
devils
who
tempted
them
in
life
and
now
mock
them
in
eternity
and
even
revile
and
curse
the
Supreme
Being
Whose
goodness
and
patience
they
scorned
and
slighted
but
Whose
justice
and
power
they
can
not
evade
.
--
The
next
spiritual
pain
to
which
the
damned
are
subjected
is
the
pain
of
extension
.
Man
,
in
this
earthly
life
,
though
he
be
capable
of
many
evils
,
is
not
capable
of
them
all
at
once
,
inasmuch
as
one
evil
corrects
and
counteracts
another
just
as
one
poison
frequently
corrects
another
.
In
hell
,
on
the
contrary
,
one
torment
,
instead
of
counteracting
another
,
lends
it
still
greater
force
:
and
,
moreover
,
as
the
internal
faculties
are
more
perfect
than
the
external
senses
,
so
are
they
more
capable
of
suffering
.
Just
as
every
sense
is
afflicted
with
a
fitting
torment
,
so
is
every
spiritual
faculty
;
the
fancy
with
horrible
images
,
the
sensitive
faculty
with
alternate
longing
and
rage
,
the
mind
and
understanding
with
an
interior
darkness
more
terrible
even
than
the
exterior
darkness
which
reigns
in
that
dreadful
prison
.
The
malice
,
impotent
though
it
be
,
which
possesses
these
demon
souls
is
an
evil
of
boundless
extension
,
of
limitless
duration
,
a
frightful
state
of
wickedness
which
we
can
scarcely
realize
unless
we
bear
in
mind
the
enormity
of
sin
and
the
hatred
God
bears
to
it
.
--
Opposed
to
this
pain
of
extension
and
yet
coexistent
with
it
we
have
the
pain
of
intensity
.
Hell
is
the
centre
of
evils
and
,
as
you
know
,
things
are
more
intense
at
their
centres
than
at
their
remotest
points
.
There
are
no
contraries
or
admixtures
of
any
kind
to
temper
or
soften
in
the
least
the
pains
of
hell
.
Nay
,
things
which
are
good
in
themselves
become
evil
in
hell
.
Company
,
elsewhere
a
source
of
comfort
to
the
afflicted
,
will
be
there
a
continual
torment
:
knowledge
,
so
much
longed
for
as
the
chief
good
of
the
intellect
,
will
there
be
hated
worse
than
ignorance
:
light
,
so
much
coveted
by
all
creatures
from
the
lord
of
creation
down
to
the
humblest
plant
in
the
forest
,
will
be
loathed
intensely
.
In
this
life
our
sorrows
are
either
not
very
long
or
not
very
great
because
nature
either
overcomes
them
by
habits
or
puts
an
end
to
them
by
sinking
under
their
weight
.
But
in
hell
the
torments
can
not
be
overcome
by
habit
,
for
while
they
are
of
terrible
intensity
they
are
at
the
same
time
of
continual
variety
,
each
pain
,
so
to
speak
,
taking
fire
from
another
and
re-endowing
that
which
has
enkindled
it
with
a
still
fiercer
flame
.
Nor
can
nature
escape
from
these
intense
and
various
tortures
by
succumbing
to
them
for
the
soul
is
sustained
and
maintained
in
evil
so
that
its
suffering
may
be
the
greater
.
Boundless
extension
of
torment
,
incredible
intensity
of
suffering
,
unceasing
variety
of
torture
--
this
is
what
the
divine
majesty
,
so
outraged
by
sinners
,
demands
;
this
is
what
the
holiness
of
heaven
,
slighted
and
set
aside
for
the
lustful
and
low
pleasures
of
the
corrupt
flesh
,
requires
;
this
is
what
the
blood
of
the
innocent
Lamb
of
God
,
shed
for
the
redemption
of
sinners
,
trampled
upon
by
the
vilest
of
the
vile
,
insists
upon
.
--
Last
and
crowning
torture
of
all
the
tortures
of
that
awful
place
is
the
eternity
of
hell
.
Eternity
!
O
,
dread
and
dire
word
.
Eternity
!
What
mind
of
man
can
understand
it
?
And
remember
,
it
is
an
eternity
of
pain
.
Even
though
the
pains
of
hell
were
not
so
terrible
as
they
are
,
yet
they
would
become
infinite
,
as
they
are
destined
to
last
for
ever
.
But
while
they
are
everlasting
they
are
at
the
same
time
,
as
you
know
,
intolerably
intense
,
unbearably
extensive
.
To
bear
even
the
sting
of
an
insect
for
all
eternity
would
be
a
dreadful
torment
.
What
must
it
be
,
then
,
to
bear
the
manifold
tortures
of
hell
for
ever
?
For
ever
!
For
all
eternity
!
Not
for
a
year
or
for
an
age
but
for
ever
.
Try
to
imagine
the
awful
meaning
of
this
.
You
have
often
seen
the
sand
on
the
seashore
.
How
fine
are
its
tiny
grains
!
And
how
many
of
those
tiny
little
grains
go
to
make
up
the
small
handful
which
a
child
grasps
in
its
play
.
Now
imagine
a
mountain
of
that
sand
,
a
million
miles
high
,
reaching
from
the
earth
to
the
farthest
heavens
,
and
a
million
miles
broad
,
extending
to
remotest
space
,
and
a
million
miles
in
thickness
;
and
imagine
such
an
enormous
mass
of
countless
particles
of
sand
multiplied
as
often
as
there
are
leaves
in
the
forest
,
drops
of
water
in
the
mighty
ocean
,
feathers
on
birds
,
scales
on
fish
,
hairs
on
animals
,
atoms
in
the
vast
expanse
of
the
air
:
and
imagine
that
at
the
end
of
every
million
years
a
little
bird
came
to
that
mountain
and
carried
away
in
its
beak
a
tiny
grain
of
that
sand
.
How
many
millions
upon
millions
of
centuries
would
pass
before
that
bird
had
carried
away
even
a
square
foot
of
that
mountain
,
how
many
eons
upon
eons
of
ages
before
it
had
carried
away
all
?
Yet
at
the
end
of
that
immense
stretch
of
time
not
even
one
instant
of
eternity
could
be
said
to
have
ended
.
At
the
end
of
all
those
billions
and
trillions
of
years
eternity
would
have
scarcely
begun
.
