and we found ourselves in hell together at the same moment of time. Your mother, and my wife, Dolly Paddle-who never did any harm in her life, poor soul, but that of neglecting to be born again—and the rest of the women who were tomahawked on the occasion, had arrived there about an hour before us, and were taking on sadly at their hard fortune, poor creatures, especially at their being separated from their children, who, however, it was a consolation to them to know, had gone to a happier world

"You shake your head, Mr. Tub," continued the goblin, " and I know what thought is passing through your mind at this moment, -you think that the relations of one with another in time are all forgotten in eternity. So your divines persuade you, and doubtless they have their motive therefor. They would find it hard, for instance, to keep the saints in comfort, in reference to their own parents, partners, children, who died without due preparation for heaven, except they could persuade them that in the spirit-life all these ties pass from remembrance for

ever. How, then, do these divines dispose of the case of the rich man, in the parable? Did not he know Abraham ? Did not Abraham still recognize him as his son? Was he not still concerned for the welfare of his five brethren? Ah, friend Tub, that device for quieting the plea of the affections in behalf of kindred damned, will not do; your priests, Mr. Tub, must devise something more feasible, and better authenticated.

"Well, to resume my narrative: it was not long after our arrival in hell ere we all became pretty well reconciled to the country, hot as it is; more especially as we found there nearly all our brave countrymen who, some ten years before, had been sent thither from the bloody fields of Lexington and Bunker Hill; and others of later arrival from Monmouth, Saratoga, Trenton, and other revolutionary battle-grounds. These brave fellows, I was pleased to learn, had become pretty well inured to the climate, and could now endure its discomforts with tolerable composure. Custom, you

know, Mr. Tub, will reconcile us to anything.

"And, take my word for it, my friend, the society of hell-bating that it has no religion-is far more respectable than mortals are aware of. You must be convinced of this when you consider of what distinguished personages a large portion of it is composed. By far the most of your revolutionary heroes are there, Mr. Tub; those who commanded your armies and ships; who signed the declaration of your independence; who thundered against tyranny in your legislative halls; who presided in your national councils, and even occupied your chief executive chair; whose deeds, moreover, are the theme of history and of song; but who neglected, nevertheless, to get religion, and to shape their opinions thereof by a creed, and are therefore, despite their moral and patriotic virtues, consigned to the realms of hell forever.

"For it is the essence of orthodoxy, Mr. Tub-as you, an elder of the church, must be aware that virtue, and patriotism, are but filthy rags in the estimation of Heaven,

unless those who exercise them shall happen to have been born again. Moreover, there is, as your own divines allow, no change after death; of course, then, these virtues continue to be exercised in hell, and the personages alluded to continue to be there distinguished by the excellent qualities which distinguished them on earth. Hence, Mr. Tub, there is a large aggregate of moral excellence in hell.

"On the other hand, some very scurvy rascals have gone to heaven to my certain knowledge. There was Anthony Pimp, for instance, who deserted our colony with a dozen horses he had stolen, and who, to obliterate the evidence of his infamy, guided the Indians to our encampment at midnight, and thereby effected our destruction. I made sure of Anthony's arrival in hell when his term on earth should expire; I was equally certain that, except accident should befriend him, his term would be cut short by the hangman sooner or later. And it was, sure enough; but he managed his spiritual matters more shrewdly than I anticipated, for he got religion before he graced

the gallows, and is now in heaven, singing psalms. He, he! Anthony will have found many a shrewd rogue in his new home, who defrauded the devil at the last pinch after the same fashion.

"In my simplicity, Mr. Tub, I looked about me in hell for a considerable time after my arrival there, in quest of certain persons of whom I had read in history, who had distinguished themselves by deeds of ferocity and persecution. I had read, for instance, of the founding of the Inquisition by St. Dominic-of the Te Deum performed by Pope Innocent, when the news reached him of the massacre of 40,000 Protestants on St. Bartholemew's day-of the burning of Servetus, by Calvin-of Cotton Mather's brutality at the hanging of Rev. George Burroughs, &c. 'Of a surety,' thought I, 'those canting persecutors are in hell for these dark deeds.' I was mistaken, nevertheless their victims were mostly there, but their murderers had died in the odor of sanctity, and gone to the other country.

"Hence I learned that persecution, when the party committing it is Orthodox, and