Near his gateway there had been laid a beggar named Lazarus, who was covered with sores,

In the Place of Death he looked up in his torment, and saw Abraham at a distance and Lazarus at his side.

So he called out 'Pity me, Father Abraham, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am suffering agony in this flame.'

'Child,' answered Abraham, 'remember that you in your lifetime received what you thought desirable, just as Lazarus received what was not desirable; but now he has his consolation here, while you are suffering agony.

'Then, Father,' he said, 'I beg you to send Lazarus to my father's house--