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loved exceedingly. His little daughter he had taught this lesson also, not taking notice at all of the Indians that had been prisoners three days, till that morning that she saw their fathers and friends come quietly, and in good terms to entreat their liberty.

Opechankanough sent also unto us, that for his sake, we would release two that were his friends; and for a token, sent me his shooting glove and bracer, which the day our men was taken upon, separating himself from the rest a long time, intereated to speak with me, where intoken of peace, he had preferred me the same. Now all of them having found their peremptory conditions but to increase our malice;

which they seeing us began to threaten to destroy them, as familiarly as before, without suspicion or fear, came amongst us, to beg liberty for their men.

In the afternoon, they being gone, we guarded them as before to the church; and after prayer, gave them to Pocahuntas, the king's daughter, in regard for her father's kindness in sending her. After having well fed them, as all the time of their imprisonment, we gave them their bows, arrows, or what else they had; and with (their) much content, sent them packing. Pocahuntas also we requited with such trifles as contented her, to tell that we had used the Paspaheyans very kindly in so releasing them."

A Sonnet

T. E. W.

James W. Phillips

He walks erect, nor stumbles at the tide

Of broken shafts that gather at his feet.
Gibraltar does not mind the feathery sheet
Of arrows leveled at its rugged side.
The target that a thousand bows have tried

Stands like a wall, and does not dream retreat;
Sharded with truth, he every foe will meet,
And deal the death that other traitors died.

He dares, amid the danger, to insist
That wrong is wrong, and right forever right;
He cuts in twain the bloated alchemist
As he turns blood to gold; then turns his might
Upon the mills where devils bag the grist
Of human forms that disappear from sight.

The Roman Catholic Hierarchy: The Deadliest Menace to Our Liberties and Our Civilization

(Copyright by Thomas E. Watson, 1911)

[For the individual Roman Catholic, who finds happiness in his faith, I have no word of unkindness. Some of my best friends are devout believers in their "Holy Father." If anything contained in the series of chapters dealing with the hierarchy causes them pain, and alienates their good will, I shall deplore it.

The Roman Catholic ORGANIZATION is the object of my profoundest detestationNOT the belief of THE INDIVIDUAL.]



T is doubtful whether Europe ever produced a scholar who surpassed Erasmus. Montaigne had read as widely, perhaps; but much learning had made of the Frenchman a selfish, good-humored cynic. He wrote a great deal, but without any definite purpose, and without any regard for the up-lift of. mankind. He studied and wrote in desultory fashion, as the humor the humor possessed him; and his motive was not more elevated than that of a man who keeps a diary for his own amusement and glorification. Montaigne's Preface to the first edition of his "Essays" is so quaint and candid, that I copy it for your benefit, the date being June 12th, 1580:

"This, reader, is a book without guile. It tells thee, at the very outset, that I had no other end in put ting it together but what was domestic and private. I had no regard therein either to thy service or to my glory; my powers are equal to no such design. It was intended for the particular use of my relations and friends, in order that when they have lost me, which they must soon do, they may here find some traces of my quality and humour, and may thereby nourish a

more entire and lively recollection of me.

Thus, reader, thou perceivest that I am myself the subject of my book; 'tis not worth thy while to take up thy time longer with such a frivolous matter; so fare thee well.”

A whimsical preface, truly! Montaigne was an old bachelor, living in a granite chateau, remote from cities; a cities; a firm Catholic, a loyal courtier, but a free-thinker and a comfirmed, immovable, non-combatant. Religious wars raged around him; the frenzy of fanaticism was drenching his country with blood; but he refused to be drawn into the storm. At his modest castle, he lived among his books, writing and dictating from time to time; and, without apparently meaning to do it, produced a voluminous mass of "Essays" which have done the Roman Catholics almost as much harm, as did the frankly hostile books of Voltaire.

Around the great Dutchman, Erasmus, will forever cling a greater human interest, than around any other scholar whomsoever. His father a handsome, gallant, ambitious young man-loved a beautiful, noble girl of Sevenbergen; and a mar

riage contract was the result. The too ardent lover and the too trustful mistress went the old, old way of error that leads to so much sorrow; and the consequence was, an illegitimate child. The father of it had gone away to Rome, to escape the importunities of his people, who wanted him to become a priest. While in Rome, his people wrote him that his Margaret was dead. She did not know where he was; his letters to her had been intercepted by his relatives. Overwhelmed with grief, and not suspecting deception, the broken-hearted Gerard entered the priesthood. Later he learned the truth-that his Margaret was living and had borne him a son, in Rotterdam. Not being sufficiently bold to throw off the Papal yoke as Luther did, Gerard spent a brief life of utter misery in the service of the hierarchy. Margaret rejected all suitors, and remained true to her first love. Carried off by a plague in the bloom of her life, Gerard soon followed her to the grave.

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nor son had the robust quality of John Knox, or Martin Luther. Both were wretched in the Roman church; and both died in their chains. Both saw the "religiou" from the inside; and both were shocked, by what they saw. The father died prematurely the saddest man in Europe. The son lived to old age; and spent much of his time denouncing the corruption and the superstition which had taken possession of his church.

Doubtless Erasmus hoped to have his church reform itself from within. He should have remembered that no organization ever has done that. No caste or class ever does it. The pressure has to be applied, from without. Those who, like Savonarola, tried to purge the priesthood, while remaining in the power of the Pope, were put to death. If Luther had remained a monk, he would have been tortured into recantation or been sent to the stake. It would have gone hard with Erasmus, had not his Papa at that time, been so pre-occupied by Luther and Henry VIII. Baited in Germany, baited in England and threatened by revolt in France, the Papa was in no condition to murder the most eminent scholar in Europe. But for his Papa's other troubles, the great Dutchman would have met the doom of Huss, Jerome, Bruno, Galileo and Savonarola.

In my preceeding chapters, you may have suspected that there was exaggeration. You may have thought me extreme. Knowing that I am a Baptist, you may have discounted some of my statements, attributing them to inherited hatred of a so-called "church" that butch

ered so many thousands of Baptists bugbears of superstition, which the in the Old World.

farther they are from being probably true, the more greedily they are swallowed, and the more devoutly believed. And these absurdities do not only bring an empty pleasure, and cheap divertisement, but they procure a comfortable income to such priests and friars as by this craft get their gain. To these again are nearly related such others as attribute strange virtues to the shrines and images of saints and martyrs, and so would make their credulous proselytes believe, that if they pay their devotion to St. Christopher in the morning, they shall be guarded and secured the day following from all dangers and misfortunes; if soldiers, when they first take arms, shall come and mumble over such a set prayer before the picture of St. Barbara, they shall return safe from all engagements; or if any pray to Erasmus on such particular holidays, with the ceremony of wax candles, and other fopperies, he shall in a short time be rewarded with a plentiful increase of wealth and riches. The Christians have now their gigantic St. George, as well as the Pagans had their Hercules; they paint the saint on horseback, and picture the horse in splendid trappings, very gloriously accoutred, they scarce refrain in a literal sense from worshiping the very beast.

To remove the impression, and to convince you that I have not overdrawn the picture of Roman Catholic paganism, corruption, fraud, imposture and superstition, I will quote at length what the most accomplished of Roman Catholic scholars wrote and published, about his own church, more than 400 years ago. The extracts will be taken from The Praise of Folly, one of his best known works.

As an example of his extreme care for accuracy, Erasmus chides Paul, the Apostle, for not having correctly quoted the inscription "to the Unknown God," which the Apostle saw at Athens. The statue was dedicated, "To the Gods of Europe, Asia and Africa, and to all foreign Unknown Gods." Paul, hastily translating, or not remembering, gave to the inscription a significance never intended by the tolerant, indifferent, irreligious Greeks.

Now let us see what the famous Roman Catholic, Erasmus, had to say about the do-funny carryings-on among his brethren; and as you read, ask yourself whether the priests have discontinued the practices which one of their own order so unsparingly condemned.

From page 149, Praise of Folly:

"The next to be placed among the regiment of fools are such as make a trade of telling or inquiring after incredible stories of miracles and prodigies; never doubting that a lie will choke them, they will muster up a thousand several strange relations of spirits, ghosts, apparitions, raising of the devil, and such like

What shall I say of such as cry up and maintain the cheat of pardons and indulgences? that by these compute the time of each soul's residence in purgatory, and assign them a longer or shorter continuance, according as they purchase more or fewer of these paltry par

dons, and saleable exemptions? Or what can be said bad enough of others, who pretend that by the force of such magical charms, or by the fumbling over their beads in the rehearsal of such and such petitions (which some religious imposters invented, either for diversion, or what is more likely, for advantage), they shall procure riches, honor, pleasure, health, long life, a lusty old age, nay, after death a sitting at the right hand of our Saviour in His kingdom; though as to this last part of their happiness, they care not how long it be deferred, having scarce any appetite toward a tasting the joys of heaven, till they are surfeited, glutted with, and can no longer relish their enjoyments on earth.

By this easy way of purchasing pardons, any notorious highwayman, any plundering soldier, or any bribe-taking judge, shall disburse some part of their unjust gains, and so think all their grossest impieties sufficiently atoned for; so many perjuries, lusts, drunkenness, quarrels, bloodsheds, cheats, treacheries, and all sorts of debaucheries, shall all be, as it were, struck a bargain for, and such a contract made, as if they had paid off all arrears, and might now begin upon a new score.

And what can be more ridiculous, than for some others to be confident of going to heaven by repeating daily those seven verses out of the Psalms, which the devil taught St. Bernard, thinking thereby to have put a trick upon him, but that he was over-reached in his cunning.

Several of these fooleries, which are so gross and absurd, as I myself am even ashamed to own, are practised and admired, not only by the

vulgar, but by such proficients in religion as one might well expect would have more wit.

The custom of each country challenging their particular guardiansaint, proceeds from the same principles of folly; nay, each saint has his distinct office allotted to him, and is accordingly addressed to upon the respective occasions; as one for the tooth-ache, a second to grant an easy delivery in child-birth, a third to recover lost goods, another to protect seamen in a long voyage, a fifth to guard the farmer's cows and sheep, and so on; for to rehearse all instances would be extremely tedious.

There are some more Catholic saints petitioned to upon all occasions, as more especially the Virgin Mary, whose blind devotees think it manners now to place the mother before the son.

And of all the prayers and intercessions that are made to these respective saints, the substance of them is no more than downright folly.

Among all the trophies that for tokens of gratitude are hung upon the walls and ceilings of churches, you shall find no relics presented as a memorandum of any that were ever cured of Folly, or had been made one dram the wiser. One perhaps after shipwreck got safe to shore; another recovered when he had been run through by an enemy; one, when all his fellow-soldiers were killed upon the spot, as cunningly perhaps as cowardly, made his escape from the field; another, while he was hanging, the rope broke, and so he saved his neck, and renewed his license for practising his old trade of thieving; another

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