"No!" said Bessy. "Some's pre-elected to sumptuous feasts, and purple and fine linen,--may be yo're one on 'em. Others toil and moil all their lives long--and the very dogs are not pitiful in our days, as they were in the days of Lazarus. But if yo' ask me to cool yo're tongue wi' th' tip of my finger, I'll come across the great gulf to yo' just for th' thought o' what yo've been to me here."
"Bessy; you're very feverish! I can tell it in the touch of your hand, as well us in what you're saying. It won't be division enough, in that awful day, that some of us have been beggars here, and some of us have been rich,--we shall not be judged by that poor accident, but by our faithful following of Christ."

'No!' said Bessy. 'Some's pre-elected to sumptuous feasts, like you. Others toil and moil all their lives - and the very dogs are not pitiful in our days, as they were in the days of Lazarus. But if yo' ask, I'll come across the great gulf to yo' just for th' thought o' what yo've been to me here.'
'Bessy! you're very feverish! On that judgement day, it won't matter that some of us have been beggars here, and some of us have been rich - we shall not be judged by that, but by our faithful following of Christ.' 