in the supervision of his nephew, a fellow scholar with my own son at Haverton House.  It appears that Mr. Lidderdale was so lax as to permit his nephew to frequent the services of the Reverend Stephen Ogilvie at Meade Cantorum, where every excess such as incense, lighted candles, mariolatry and creeping to the cross is openly practised.  The Revd.  S. Ogilvie I may add is a member of the S.S.C., that notorious secret society whose machinations have been so often exposed and the originators of that filthy book “The Priest in Absolution.”  He is also a member of the Guild of All Souls which has for its avowed object the restoration of the Romish doctrine of Purgatory with all its attendant horrors, and finally I need scarcely add he is a member of the Confraternity of the “Blessed Sacrament” which seeks openly to popularize the idolatrous and blasphemous cult of the Mass.

Young Lidderdale presumably under the influence of this disloyal Protestant clergyman sought to corrupt my son, and was actually so far successful as to lure him to attend the idolatrous services at Meade Cantorum church, which of course he was only able to do by inventing lies and excuses to his father to account for his absence from the simple worship to which all his life he had been accustomed.  Not content with this my unhappy son was actually persuaded to confess his sins to this self-styled “priest”!  I wonder if he confessed the sin of deceiving his own father to “Father” Ogilvie who supplied him with numerous Mass books, several of which I enclose for your lordship’s inspection.  You will be amused if you are not too much horrified by these puerile and degraded works, and in one of them, impudently entitled “Catholic Prayers for Church of England People” you will actually see in cold print a prayer for the “Pope of Rome.”  This work emanates from that hotbed of sacerdotal disloyalty, St. Alban’s, Holborn.

These vile books I discovered by accident carefully hidden away in my son’s bedroom.  “Facilis descensus Averni!” You will easily imagine the humiliation of a parent who, having devoted his life to bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the heathen, finds that his own son has fallen as low as the lowest savage.  As soon as I made my discovery, I removed him from Haverton House, and warned the proprietor of the risk he was running by not taking better care of his pupils.  Having been summoned to a conference of missionaries in Sydney, N.S.W., I determined to take my son with me in the hope that a long voyage in the company of a loving parent, eager to help him back to the path of Truth and Salvation from which he had strayed, might cure him of his idolatrous fancies, and restore him to Jesus.

What followed is, as I write this, scarcely credible to myself; but however incredible, it is true.  Young Lidderdale, acting no doubt at the instigation of “Father” Ogilvie (as my son actually called him to my face, not