THE HORRIBLE DOCTRINE by D. T. Taylor

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 21, 1880

THE HORRIBLE DOCTRINE.

By D. T. Taylor

BY ELD. D. T. TAYLOR.

Look at these pictures of an eternity of future misery, from the pen of an ardent believer in the awful doctrine, and say, reader, how you like them.

From a book entitled, "A Sight of Hell," by Rev. Father Furniss, C. SS. R., printed by "permission of the superior," and thus indorsed by the heads of the Romish church, and recommended to be used along with the catechism in Sunday-schools as part of a course of religious instruction, it being, we are told, one of a series of "books for children and young persons,"(!) I copy the following extracts:—

"Little child, if you go to hell, there will be a devil at your side to strike you. He will go on striking you every minute for ever and ever without stopping. The first stroke will make your body as bad as the body of Job, covered from head to foot with sores and ulcers. The second stroke will make your body twice as bad as the body of Job. The third stroke will make your body three times as bad as the body of Job. The fourth stroke will make your body four times as bad as the body of Job. How, then, will your body be after the devil has been striking it every moment for a hundred million of years without stopping?"

Then comes "A Dress of Fire," thus: "Are not thy garments hot? Come into this room. You see it is very small. But see, in the midst of it there is a girl, perhaps about eighteen years old. What a terrible dress she has on—her dress is made of fire! On her head she wears a bonnet of fire. It is pressed down all over her head; it burns her head; it burns into the skin; it scorches the bone of the skull and makes it smoke. The red-hot, fiery heat goes into the brain and melts it. You do not, perhaps, like a headache. Think what a headache that girl must have. But see more. She is wrapped in flames, for her frock is on fire. If she were on earth she would be burned to a cinder in a moment. But she is in hell where fire burns everything, but burns nothing away. There she stands burning and scorched; there she will stand forever burning and scorched. She counts with her fingers the moments as they pass away slowly, for each moment seems to her like a hundred years. As she counts the moments she remembers that she will have to count them forever and ever."

We then have the picture of "A Boiling boy." It is as follows: "But listen! There is a sound just like that of a kettle boiling. Is it really a kettle which is boiling? No. Then what is it? Hear what it is. The blood is boiling in the scolded veins of that boy. The brain is boiling and bubbling in his head. The marrow is boiling in his bones."

One more, we have a peep at the "Roasted Baby," as follows: "The baby is in a red-hot oven. It stamps its little feet on the floor of the oven. You can see on the face of the little child what you see on the faces of all in hell—despair, desperate and horrible."

But enough. Here we have immortal-soulism and endless misery gone to seed. Is this Bible doctrine? Never, never!—Bible Banner.