CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A dialogue between the ordinary of Newgate and Mr. Jonathan wild the great; in which the subjects of death, immortality, and other grave matters, are very learnedly handled by the former.

Ordinary.  Good morrow to you, sir; I hope you rested well last night.

Jonathan.  D—­n’d ill, sir.  I dreamt so confoundedly of hanging, that it disturbed my sleep.

Ordinary.  Fie upon it!  You should be more resigned.  I wish you would make a little better use of those instructions which I have endeavoured to inculcate into you, and particularly last Sunday, and from these words:  “Those who do evil shall go into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.”  I undertook to shew you, first, what is meant by everlasting fire; and, secondly, who were the devil and his angels.  I then proceeded to draw some inferences from the whole; [Footnote:  He pronounced this word Hull, and perhaps would have spelt it so.] in which I am mightily deceived if I did not convince you that you yourself was one of those angels, and, consequently, must expect everlasting fire to be your portion in the other world.

Jonathan.  Faith, doctor, I remember very little of your inferences; for I fell asleep soon after your naming your text.  But did you preach this doctrine then, or do you repeat it now in order to comfort me?

Ordinary.  I do it in order to bring you to a true sense of your manifold sins, and, by that means, to induce you to repentance.  Indeed, had I the eloquence of Cicero, or of Tully, it would not be sufficient to describe the pains of hell or the joys of heaven.  The utmost that we are taught is, that ear hath not heard, nor can heart conceive.  Who then would, for the pitiful consideration of the riches and pleasures of this world, forfeit such inestimable happiness! such joys! such pleasures! such delights?  Or who would run the venture of such misery, which, but to think on, shocks the human understanding?  Who, in his senses, then, would prefer the latter to the former?

Jonathan.  Ay, who indeed?  I assure you, doctor, I had much rather be happy than miserable.  But [Footnote:  This part was so blotted that it was illegible.]

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Ordinary.  Nothing can be plainer.  St. . . .

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Jonathan. . . . .  If once convinced . . . . no man . . lives of .
. . . . whereas sure the clergy . . opportunity . better informed
. . . . . all manner of vice

Ordinary. . are. atheist. . . deist ari.. cinian. hanged.. burnt.. oiled. oasted. . . . dev . . his an . ... ell fire . . ternal da... tion.