ous bad passions and evil propensities and habits,—Avarice, Fraud, Cunning, Pride, Contempt, Malice, Rage, Revenge;—and beyond, in the outskirts, the servitor, Hypocrisy, striving to throw his broad cloak over the whole, and hide them from the general view. May that not truly be called an Infernal Society? Such is the chamber of his heart. Then, in the outer apartment of his mind, the understanding, a thick mist reigns, in the midst of which appear dark forms here and there,—distorted and horrible shapes. These are thoughts of darkness, servants to the evil passions within: for the evil purpose in the heart ever seeks for its instruments of action in the darkened understanding. Here are contrived plans of deception; here are concerted the means of defrauding his neighbor or the public; here are devised schemes of over-reaching in trade; here are marked and numbered counterfeits of every description: in a word, this is the chamber of frauds and wicked devices. Over all, is spread a thick blackness covering the chamber, like a dense cloud: this is the pall of Unbelief and Denial of God, which envelopes every soul that is "dead in trespasses and sins." Every wicked man, whatever his professions or imagined beliefs, at heart denies a God.
Such is the state of this man's mind,—as it was in the world,—as it still is, after death; for man takes all his mind with him into eternity. You cannot bury any thought or feeling under clods, and leave it in the grave-yard: you must take it,—and show it too, at the judgment. Death makes not the slightest change in the character;—how can it, any more than putting off one's clothes changes the character? What we call death is simply a putting off of the garment of the
