He painted, quietly, without fine words but with assurance and conviction, his belief in the punishment of mankind.God was almost now upon the threshold of their house.He was at the very gates of their city, and with Him was coming a doom as sure and awful as the sentence of the earthly judge on his earthly victim.
"Punishment! Punishment!...We have grown in this careless age to laugh at punishment.A future life? There is no future life.God?