Madness and Death. – Dwight Lyman Moody

I was coming along north Clark street one evening when a man shot past me like an arrow. But he had seen me, and turned and seized me by the arm. Saying eagerly, “Can I be saved to-night. The devil is coming to take me to hell at 1 o’clock tonight.” “My friend, you are mistaken.” I thought the man was sick. But he persisted that the devil had come and laid his hand upon him, and told him he might have till 1 o’clock, and said he: “Won’t you go up to my room and sit with me.” I got some men up to his room to see to him. At 1 o’clock the devils came into that room, and all the men in that room could not hold him. He was reaping what he had sown. When the Angel of Death came and laid his cold hand on him, oh how he cried for mercy.