Pollyanna Page #4

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Oh, cursed foolishness, that I

had fathered and pleased myself...

with vain dreams

of repentance.

But sudden destruction

caught me up...

and now He will

deal with you.

Now the Great King

of Heaven and Earth...

will abolish and

annihilate this pride!

Will crush

the hardened wretch...

of the polluted infinite abomination,

and rain on him...

a deluge

of fire and brimstone!

And where is

their strength, then?

Where are the great Leviathans

who defied God then?

Where is their courage, these, these,

these, these proud spirits?

Yes...

death comes unexpectedly.

And the dread judge

has the key of hell.

He shuts...

and no man opens.

In hell...

you will be reserved in chains

of darkness forever and ever.

This place of atonement,

of damned souls and misery,

with nothing to relieve you,

no comfort,

no water for

your parched tongues,

no place to rest

or take a breath,

but the everlasting, infinite

convulsions of misery...

forever!

And ever and ever!

Now, Isaiah has warned us,

on the day of vengeance,

the earth shall be laid to waste.

And the cormorant and the bittern

shall possess the land.

The raven and screech owl

shall dwell in it.

Dont stare at the

orphans, Pollyanna.

And who is man...

to think he can withstand

Gods mighty wrath?

Great mountains cannot stand

before this wrath.

Yea, He can lay the earth

to pieces in one moment...

or shatter the whole universe

with one stroke of His fiery sword!

How dreadful is the

state of those who

are in daily danger

of this great wrath,

this abyss of death

and despair.

Yet, this is

the dismal case...

of every soul in this congregation

who has not been born again,

however moral or strict, sober

and religious you may otherwise be.

There is no security

for the wicked...

because there are no

visible signs of death at hand!

Unconverted men walk over

the pit of hell on a rotten covering.

And there are innumerable places

on this covering so weak...

they will not bear

their weight.

And these places

cannot be seen.

The arrows of death fly

unseen as noonday.

God has many different

unsearchable ways

of taking the wicked

from this world.

Who here in this congregation

listening to this discourse...

will soon be visited

by this covenant of darkness?

There you are...

sitting there,

calm in your

knowledge of health,

secure in your well-being.

Yet who could suffer the agonies

of the damned tomorrow?

Yes, even today...

or maybe the next hour,

the next minute.

And if we were to know

which of you it was,

what an awful sight

it would be.

A soul...

doomed to the everlasting

bottomless pit...

of a divine wrath!

Yes,

death comes unexpectedly!

Amen.

Exactly.

I thought the reference to Jeremiah

at the finish was very effective.

- Didn't you, Mrs. Ford?

- Yes.

I, um,

sometimes wonder

whether it's necessary

to talk so furiously

at them, though.

Dear, Isaiah, Jeremiah and Ezekiel...

all recorded with

faming pens and power.

I can't deliver the

message with syrup.

Of course not.

Your voice is Gods instrument

and should be used accordingly.

Well, we try our best.

What'd I tell ya?

He sure sermonizes

something fierce, doesnt he?

Brimstone and damnation

on top of ham and eggs!

The one day a week

we have off.

I hate Sundays.

Ooh, I just hate them!

Breakfast still a hot

ball in our stomachs,

and him chewing our ears off

from that pulpit!

We get to have roast chicken, though.

I'm glad of that.

Are you gonna start that all

over again? Glad this, glad that.

What is all this ''glad'' business

you talk about?

Oh, just a game I play.

What kind of a game?

A game my father

taught me.

Helps sometimes.

Helps what?

When things aren't

going so well.

- That reverend!

- Huh. Away from the peas! Go away.

Folks Just hate the coming of Sunday

because of him.

Do you know why

I hate Sunday?

Because it means the starting

of another week.

That's true.

That's when you could

play the glad game.

Here it comes-

Miss Goody Two-Shoes...

is gonna find something

about Sunday to be glad about.

- Oh, lay off her, Angie.

- Oh, stop it!

If you knew how to play the game,

then you could find

something to be glad about too.

But you dont!

All right, Miss Smarty-Pants.

What's so good about Sunday?

- Well, there's always something.

- Huh.

You could be glad

because-

Well, because what?

Because it will be six whole days

before Sunday comes around again, huh?

That kid.

Hi.

Why dont you come out of the

front door like normal people?

They won't let us.

I can come out anytime I want

with my tree.

You can also fall and hurt yourself

badly. You shouldnt play in trees.

That's stupid.

Dont you believe in God?

Of course I dc.

But what's that got to dc with it?

He grew it there,

didn't He?

So I can climb out

anytime I want.

Youre much too young to go around

discussing things you

dont know anything about.

He did too!

Why else would it be there?

Shows youre

very Juvenile.

You aren't so much,

you girl!

'Sides, I'm something

you can't be.

I'm an orphan.

Go away from me,

please, little boy.

''Go away from me,

please, little boy.''

What is it you want?

I wanna go fishing.

You wanna come along?

Aren't you supposed to use a hook?

I don't have a hook.

Oh.

Hello.

Well, look whos here.

How are you?

Fine, thank you.

Caught anything?

Not yet.

What was it you and my

Aunt Polly fought about?

Now, where did you hear

about that?

Oh, just around.

But they won't discuss it

when I'm there.

Uh, would you mind

telling me what it was?

Well, Pollyanna, it's a strange thing

about arguments.

At the time they seem

very important.

But now...

you know, I can't even remember

what it was about.

Aunt Pollys very pretty.

Yes, I think she is.

Dont you?

Yes. I just said so.

I love her, but I dont love the way

she fixes her hair.

Years ago she used to wear it long

and soft down to her shoulders.

It was very soft.

It must have

been beautiful.

Yes, it was

very beautiful.

Did you used to be

in love with her?

Come on, Pollyanna,

let's go.

Reverend Ford and his wife

are with Aunt Polly now,

but they'll-

but they'll be leaving soon.

I suppose Aunt Polly will be alone

by herself most of the afternoon.

Well,

I- I better be going now.

Good-bye.

- You wanna know something?

- What?

Trees are the best things

in the world.

You can hide up in 'em, and people

dont even know where you are,

and they're walking

right beneath you.

- I never thought much about it.

- Well, they are.

- You wanna see something?

- What?

Come on.

I'll show ya.

It says,

''Keep out.''

Shh. Youve gotta

keep quiet.

You see that place?

- What about it?

- That's old man Pendergast's place.

He's the meanest man

in town!

Well, what are we

doing here?

Shh. Keep quiet.

Come on, Pollyanna.

This is his old wet basement

with rats in it.

He hates kids.

If he catches ya,

he throws ya down in his basement...

and keeps ya

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