attacks on their religion, surely the shafts would fall harmless on the armor of truth.  Why then so strenuously oppose their reading such works?  Florry, the trite adage, ’Truth is the hardest of all to bear,’ is applicable to these prelates of papacy; who, knowing their danger, are fully resolved to guard the avenues of light and knowledge.  The Pope of imperial Rome, surrounded as he is with luxury, magnificence, and hosts of scarlet-liveried cardinals, who stand in readiness to convey his mandates to the remotest corners of the earth, has been made to tremble on his throne by the pen of feeble woman.  The truthful delineations of Charlotte Elizabeth startled his Holiness of the Vatican, and the assistant conclave of learned cardinals are trembling lest their laity of the Green Isle should catch a glimpse of light.  A bull was quickly fulminated against her heretical productions.  Alas! when, when will the Romish Church burst the iron bands which begirt her?

“The world at large—­I mean the world as composed of Protestants, latitudinarians, politicians, statesmen, and fashionable dunces, are in a great measure acquainted with these facts; but knowing the rapidly increasing power of papal Rome, and the vast influence already wielded in this happy land by its priesthood, they prefer to float along with the tide, rather than vigorously resist this blasting system of ignorance, superstition, and crime which, stealthily approaching from the east and from the west, will unite and crush the liberties of our glorious Republic.  As patriots, they are called on to oppose strenuously its every encroachment—­yet they dare not; for should they venture to declaim against its errors, they endanger their popularity and incur the risk of defeat at an ensuing election.  Florry, I was once conversing on this subject with a lady who had recently visited Europe, and inquired of her if she had not marked the evils and abuses which existed in the papal dominions through which she traveled.  She whisperingly replied—­’Certainly, my dear, I could not fail to mark the ignorance and degradation which prevailed, but I never speak of it, because, you know, it makes one very unpopular,’ Here, Florry, you have the clew to the mystery.  Americans quietly contemplate this momentous subject, and silently view the abuses which are creeping into our communities, because if they expose them, it is at the hazard of becoming unpopular,”

“Mary, can I ever, ever forget that hour in the churchyard?” Florence sadly said, as they rose and proceeded to the house.  “Oh! it seems branded on my brain; yet I must cast this new grief from me, for enough of anguish was mine before.  Still I feel that there is a path just ahead, and it seems lighted up.  But a slight barrier intervenes, and when that is passed all will be well.  Pray for me, Mary, that I may be enabled to lead the life of a Christian, and at last die the death of the righteous.”

Clasping tightly the hand which rested in her own, Mary replied: