’Ihavenodoubt，myyoungfriend，thatyouarewillingtoadmitthatthemostimportantthingwhichahumanbeingpossessesishissoul；itisofinfinitelymoreimportancethanthebody，whichisafrailsubstance，andcannotlastformanyyears；butnotsothesoul，which，byitsnature，isimperishable。Tooneoftwomansionsthesoulisdestinedtodepart，afteritsseparationfromthebody，toheavenorhell；tothehallsofeternalbliss，whereGodandHisholyangelsdwell，ortotheplaceofendlessmisery，inhabitedbySatanandhisgrislycompanions。Myfriend，ifthejoysofheavenaregreat，unutterablygreat，soarethetormentsofhellunutterablyso。Iwishnottospeakofthem，Iwishnottoterrifyyourimaginationwiththetormentsofhell：indeed，Ilikenottothinkofthem；butitisnecessarytospeakofthemsometimes，andtothinkofthemsometimes，lestyoushouldsinkintoastateofcarnalsecurity。Authors，friend，andlearnedmen，arenotaltogetheragreedastotheparticularsofhell。Theyallagree，however，inconsideringitaplaceofexceedinghorror。
　　MasterEllisWyn，whobythebyewasachurchman，callsit，amongstotherthings，aplaceofstrongsighs，andofflamingsparks。
　　MasterReesPritchard，whowasnotonlyachurchman，butVicarofLlandovery，andflourishedabouttwohundredyearsago-Iwishmanylikehimflourishednow-speakingofhell，inhiscollectionofsweethymnscalledthe“Welshman’sCandle，“observes，’“Thepooliscontinuallyblazing；itisverydeep，withoutanyknownbottom，andthewallsaresohigh，thatthereisneitherhopenorpossibilityofescapingoverthem。“
　　’But，asItoldyoujustnow，Ihavenogreatpleasureintalkingofhell。No，friend，no；Iwouldsoonertalkoftheotherplace，andofthegoodnessandhospitalityofGodamongstHissaintsabove。’
　　Andthentheexcellentmanbegantodilateuponthejoysofheaven，andthegoodnessandhospitalityofGodinthemansionsabove；
　　explainingtome，intheclearestway，howImightgetthere。
　　Andwhenhehadfinishedwhathehadtosay，heleftme，whereuponWinifreddrewnigh，andsittingdownbymebegantoaddressme。’I
　　donotthink，’saidshe，’fromwhatIhaveobservedofthee，thatthouwouldstwishtobeungrateful，andyet，isnotthywholelifeaseriesofingratitude，andtowhom？-tothyMaker。HasHenotendowedtheewithagoodlyandhealthyform；andsenseswhichenabletheetoenjoythedelightsofHisbeautifuluniverse-theworkofHishands？Canstthounotenjoy，eventorapture，thebrightnessofthesun，theperfumeofthemeads，andthesongofthedearbirdswhichinhabitamongthetrees？Yes，thoucanst；forIhaveseenthee，andobservedtheedoingso。Yet，duringthewholetimethatIhaveknownthee，Ihavenotheardproceedfromthylipsonesinglewordofpraiseorthanksgivingto……’
　　Andinthismannertheadmirablewomanproceededforaconsiderabletime，andtoallherdiscourseIlistenedwithattention；andwhenshehadconcluded，Itookherhandandsaid，’Ithankyou，’andthatwasall。
　　Onthenextdayeverythingwasreadyforourdeparture。Thegoodfamilyofthehousecametobidusfarewell。Therewereshakingofhands，andkisses，asonthenightofourarrival。
　　AndasIstoodsomewhatapart，theyounggirlofwhomIhavespokensooftencameuptome，andholdingoutherhand，said，’Farewell，youngman，whereverthougoest。’Then，afterlookingaroundher，shesaid，’Itwasalltrueyoutoldme。YesterdayIreceivedaletterfromhimthouwottestof；heiscomingsoon。Godblessyou，youngman；whowouldhavethoughtthouknewestsomuch!’
　　So，afterwehadtakenourfarewellofthegoodfamily，wedeparted，proceedinginthedirectionofWales。Peterwasverycheerful，andenlivenedthewaywithgodlydiscourseandspiritualhymns，someofwhichwereintheWelshlanguage。AtlengthIsaid，’ItisapitythatyoudidnotcontinueintheChurch；youhaveaturnforPsalmody，andIhaveheardofamanbecomingabishopbymeansofalessqualification。’
　　’Veryprobably，’saidPeter；’morethepity。ButIhavetoldyouthereasonofmyforsakingit。Frequently，whenIwenttothechurchdoor，Ifounditbarred，andthepriestabsent；whatwasI
　　todo？Myheartwasburstingforwantofsomereligioushelpandcomfort；whatcouldIdo？asgoodMasterReesPritchardobservesinhis“CandleforWelshmen“：-
　　’“Itisadolefulthingtoseelittlechildrenburningonthehotcoalsforwantofhelp；butyetmoredolefultoseeaflockofsoulsfallingintotheburninglakeforwantofapriest。“’
　　’TheChurchofEnglandisafinechurch，’saidI；’IwouldnotadviseanyonetospeakilloftheChurchofEnglandbeforeme。’
　　’Ihavenothingtosayagainstthechurch，’saidPeter；’allIwishisthatitwouldflingitselfalittlemoreopen，andthatitspriestswouldalittlemorebestirthemselves；inaword，thatitwouldshoulderthecrossandbecomeamissionarychurch。’
　　’Itistooproudforthat，’saidWinifred。
　　’YouaremuchmoreofaMethodist，’saidI，’thanyourhusband。
　　Buttellme，’saidI，addressingmyselftoPeter，’doyounotdifferfromthechurchinsomepointsofdoctrine？I，ofcourse，asatruememberofthechurch，amquiteignorantofthepeculiaropinionsofwanderingsectaries。’
　　’Ohtheprideofthatchurch!’saidWinifred，halftoherself；
　　’wanderingsectaries!’
　　’Wedifferinnopointsofdoctrine，’saidPeter；’webelieveallthechurchbelieves，thoughwearenotsofondofvainandsuperfluousceremonies，snow-whiteneckclothsandsurplices，asthechurchis。Welikewisethinkthatthereisnoharminasermonbytheroad-side，orinholdingfreediscoursewithabeggarbeneathahedge，oratinker，’headded，smiling；’itwasthosesuperfluousceremonies，thosesurplicesandwhiteneckcloths，and，aboveall，thenecessityofstrictlyregulatinghiswordsandconversation，whichdroveJohnWesleyoutofthechurch，andsenthimwanderingupanddownasyouseeme，poorWelshPeter，do。’
　　Nothingfartherpassedforsometime；wewerenowdrawingnearthehills：atlastIsaid，’Youmusthavemetwithagreatmanystrangeadventuressinceyoutookupthiscourseoflife？’
　　’Many，’saidPeter，’ithasbeenmylottomeetwith；butnonemorestrangethanonewhichoccurredtomeonlyafewweeksago。Youwereaskingme，notlongsince，whetherIbelievedindevils？Ay，truly，youngman；andIbelievethattheabyssandtheyetdeeperunknowndonotcontainthemall；somewalkaboutuponthegreenearth。Soithappened，someweeksago，thatIwasexercisingmyministryaboutfortymilesfromhere。Iwasalone，Winifredbeingslightlyindisposed，stayingforafewdaysatthehouseofanacquaintance；Ihadfinishedafternoon’sworship-thepeoplehaddispersed，andIwassittingsolitarybymycartundersomegreentreesinaquietretiredplace；suddenlyavoicesaidtome，“Good-
　　evening，Pastor“；Ilookedup，andbeforemestoodaman，atleasttheappearanceofaman，dressedinablacksuitofratherasingularfashion。Hewasaboutmyownage，orsomewhatolder。AsIlookeduponhim，itappearedtomethatIhadseenhimtwicebeforewhilstpreaching。Irepliedtohissalutation，andperceivingthathelookedsomewhatfatigued，Itookoutastoolfromthecart，andaskedhimtositdown。Webegantodiscourse；I
　　atfirstsupposedthathemightbeoneofourselves，somewanderingminister；butIwassoonundeceived。Neitherhislanguagenorhisideaswerethoseofanyoneofourbody。Hespokeonallkindsofmatterswithmuchfluency；tillatlasthementionedmypreaching，complimentingmeonmypowers。Ireplied，aswellImight，thatI
　　couldclaimnomeritofmyown，andthatifIspokewithanyeffect，itwasonlybythegraceofGod。AsIutteredtheselastwords，ahorriblekindofsneercameoverhiscountenance，whichmademeshudder，fortherewassomethingdiabolicalinit。Isaidlittlemore，butlistenedattentivelytohisdiscourse。AtlasthesaidthatIwasengagedinapaltrycause，quiteunworthyofoneofmypowers。“Howcanthatbe，“saidI，“evenifIpossessedallthepowersintheworld，seeingthatIamengagedinthecauseofourLordJesus？“
　　’Thesamekindofsneeragaincameonhiscountenance，buthealmostinstantlyobserved，thatifIchosetoforsakethissamemiserablecause，fromwhichnothingbutcontemptandprivationwastobeexpected，hewouldenlistmeintoanother，fromwhichImightexpectbothprofitandrenown。Anideanowcameintomyhead，andItoldhimfirmlythatifhewishedmetoforsakemypresentprofessionandbecomeamemberoftheChurchofEngland，Imustabsolutelydecline；thatIhadnoill-willagainstthatchurch，butIthoughtIcoulddomostgoodinmypresentposition，whichI
　　wouldnotforsaketobeArchbishopofCanterbury。Thereuponheburstintoastrangelaughter，andwentaway，repeatingtohimself，“ChurchofEngland!ArchbishopofCanterbury!“Afewdaysafter，whenIwasoncemoreinasolitaryplace，heagainappearedbeforeme，andaskedmewhetherIhadthoughtoverhiswords，andwhetherIwaswillingtoenlistunderthebannersofhismaster，addingthathewaseagertosecureme，asheconceivedthatImightbehighlyusefultothecause。Ithenaskedhimwhohismasterwas；
　　hehesitatedforamoment，andthenanswered，“TheRomanPontiff。“
　　“Ifitbehe，“saidI，“Icanhavenothingtodowithhim；IwillservenoonewhoisanenemyofChrist。“Thereuponhedrewneartome，andtoldmenottotalksomuchlikeasimpleton；thatasforChrist，itwasprobablethatnosuchpersoneverexisted，butthatifHeeverdid，Hewasthegreatestimpostortheworldeversaw。
　　HowlonghecontinuedinthiswayIknownot，forInowconsideredthatanevilspiritwasbeforeme，andshrankwithinmyself，shiveringineverylimb；whenIrecoveredmyselfandlookedaboutme，hewasgone。Twodaysafter，heagainstoodbeforeme，inthesameplace，andaboutthesamehour，renewinghispropositions，andspeakingmorehorriblythanbefore。Imadehimnoanswer；
　　whereuponhecontinued；butsuddenlyhearinganoisebehindhim，helookedroundandbeheldWinifred，whohadreturnedtomeonthemorningofthatday。“Whoareyou？“saidhe，fiercely。“Thisman’swife，“saidshe，calmlyfixinghereyesuponhim。“Begonefromhim，unhappyone，thoutemptesthiminvain。“Hemadenoanswer，butstoodasiftransfixed：atlength，recoveringhimself，hedeparted，muttering“Wife!wife!Ifthefoolhasawife，hewillneverdoforus。“’
　　CHAPTERLXXX
　　Theborder-Thankyouboth-Pipeandfiddle-Taliesin。
　　WEwerenowdrawingverynearthehills，andPetersaid，’IfyouaretogointoWales，youmustpresentlydecide，forwearecloseupontheborder。’
　　’Whichistheborder？’saidI。
　　’Yonsmallbrook，’saidPeter，’intowhichthemanonhorsebackwhoiscomingtowardsusisnowentering。’
　　’Iseeit，’saidI，’andtheman；hestopsinthemiddleofit，asiftowaterhissteed。’
　　Weproceededtillwehadnearlyreachedthebrook。’Well，’saidPeter，’willyougointoWales？’
　　’WhatshouldIdoinWales？’Idemanded。
　　’Do!’saidPeter，smiling，’learnWelsh。’
　　Istoppedmylittlepony。’ThenIneednotgointoWales；I
　　alreadyknowWelsh。’
　　’KnowWelsh!’saidPeter，staringatme。
　　’KnowWelsh!’saidWinifred，stoppinghercart。
　　’Howandwhendidyoulearnit？’saidPeter。
　　’Frombooks，inmyboyhood。’
　　’ReadWelsh!’saidPeter；’isitpossible？’
　　’ReadWelsh!’saidWinifred；’isitpossible？’