Don't you know it will be the ruin of ye, body and soul ?" "I knows I'm gwine to torment," said the woman, sullenly.

"Ye don't need to tell me that ar.

I 's ugly, I 's wicked,--I 's gwine straight to torment.

O, Lord! I wish I 's thar!" Tom shuddered at these frightful words, spoken with a sullen, impassioned earnestness.
"O, Lord have mercy on ye! poor crittur.

Han't ye never heard of Jesus Christ ?" "Jesus Christ,--who's he ?" "Why, he's _the Lord_," said Tom.
"I think I've hearn tell o' the Lord, and the judgment and torment.