Chapter 4

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421: O horrible! O dreadful state!

422: consider the hot burning dungeon thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity,

423: to which thou art going in such career.

424: I said, perhaps you will be willing to shew me my eternal lot

425: & we will contemplate together upon it and see whether your lot or mine is most desirable.

426: So he took me thro’ a stable & thro’ a church & down into the church vault at the end of which was a mill:

427: thro’ the mill we went, and came to a cave, down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way till a void boundless as a nether sky appear’d beneath us,

428: & we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity, but I said,

429: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void, and see whether providence is here also, if you will not, I will?

430: but he answer’d, do not presume O young-man but as we here remain behold thy lot which will soon appear when the darkness passes away.

431: So I remain’d with him sitting in the twisted root of an oak;

432: he was suspended in a fungus, which hung with the head downward into the deep.