A man mustbe hopelessly infatuated who sets up High Church in Rome carrying coals to Newcastleis nothing to it. The church which boasts of her unity thus exhibits a schism in the presenceof the lynx-eyed church of Rome-a schism which one would think would not have arisen-asthere is yet a third Episcopal congregation, called the American church. This church is reputed high, so high, that a rival church is opened onthe opposite side of the road, offering a resort for those of a lower or more evangelicalcreed. Here the Pope in the days of his reign allowedour countrymen to worship, but their heretical rites were not allowed to defile theholy city. Our walk, however, took us by the English Episcopal church, outside the walls,hard by the public slaughter-house. We started early to find our Baptist friends and break bread with them, but as theyhad told us the hour only, and not the place of meeting, we wandered about in a hopelesssearch. Peter's,and Paul would wonder how Pio Nono could dare to claim apostolical succession, whenhis palaces, and his teachings, and his pretensions are things unknown in the wordof God. Peter would be filled with wrath at the idolatry which defiles St. Peter's, or within the walls of the Vatican, for there an utterly alien systemholds sway. If the church of the catacombs still exists-and we aresure it does, for we have seen it-it certainly finds no shelter beneath the domeof St. That, spell, however, did not move us inthe direction of the old heathenish Papacy, but in the opposite path, once troddenby an older, holier, and more truly Christian church, which is at this time revivingin the city of the Caesars. It might be said of us most truly-įor all that, an unusual condition of heart wasupon us, and we felt the spell of Rome. Of superstition we do not possess a particle, and even sentimentalreverence for places has small power over us. We had trodden the Appian way, peered into the gloom of theMamertine prison, and threaded the mazes of the catacombs, and now we were to preachthe gospel in Rome also, and salute the saints which be in Rome, and devout strangersout of every nation. With no ordinary feelings we found ourselves onthe Lord's-day in the city where Satan's seat now is, but where once the gospel gainedits grandest triumphs. Passmore & Alabaster, 23, Paternoster Row. Avoid Puseyite and Romish foxes, for they seek to makea gain of you, and lead you not to Jesus, but to their Church and all its mummeries.Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and not in these deceivers. Make confession to him! Seek absolutionfrom him! The Holy Ghost alone can cause you to be born again, and the grace of Godalone can bring you to glory. Jesus Christ is the true Priest who can forgive all your sins go to him at once,without the intervention of these pretenders. They cajole you withsoft words, fine vestments, loud pretensions, and cunning smiles, but they will conductyou down to the chambers of death, and lead you to the gates of hell. Your soul will be their prey in life and in death. Reader, do you believe that men like yourself have priestly power? Do you think thatthey can regenerate infants by sprinkling them, and turn bread and wine into thevery body and blood of Jesus Christ? Do you think that a bishop can bestow the HolyGhost, and that a parish clergyman can forgive sins ? If so, your head can be seenin the picture peeping out from the cowl of the fox. Puseyism, pretending tobe Protestant, and gradually bringing in all the foolery of Rome, is a deep fox indeed.Yet there are geese silly enough to be deceived by priests in this nineteenth century and so long as the supply of such geese is kept up, the foxes will never cease toprowl. Popery, with its secret confessional andpriestly interference at dying beds, is essentially a fox. The ancient carving above is a specimen of a common caricaturerepresenting the clergy as foxes with geese in their hoods a very admirable picturewhether monks or priests were intended. A great deal of real truth was thus brought out by their mutualrecriminations. On the edifices belonging to monasteries, priests were caricaturedin the stonework and on the churches built by priests, the monks and friars wereheld up to ridicule. IN the frequent quarrels between the priests andmonks of the Church of Rome, the two parties of rogues were silly enough to exposeeach other's villainies. A Voice from the Philadelphian Church Age