rld and profess to be the teachers of
men should be giants of intellect and fully prepared to contribute to
this monument of "SPIRITUAL LIBERTY."

These giants are the "KNIGHTS OF THE SPIRIT," who stand upon the
summit of righteousness and proclaim an intelligent God to a sinful
world.

Many say they do not feel that they possess the ability to contribute
to this structure of "SPIRITUAL LIBERTY," but I say, none who possess
the power to reason are exempt, for if they cannot place in the arch
of this structure the golden "key-stone" that shall securely bind
this structure together, they can carry mortar or stones, which is as
imperative in this structure, as the polished "Cap stone" which shall
complete this great pyramid of emancipation.

I do not crave to have my name engraven in bold letters upon the "Cap
stone" of this structure, but I do desire to contribute my mite
towards the completion of this grand structure of free thought,
which, when completed, will stand out upon the horizon of time as a
towering monument to Christ and his cause.

Roman Catholicism, as taught by our modern priests and inspired by
the papal power at Rome is naught but the distant rumblings of an
antiquated chariot of darkness, as the teachings of this MONARCHICAL
creed has naught in view but the enslavement of reason for the
financial gain and benefit of the "Robed" few who claim the right to
think for the masses.

For thirty long years I was bound to this bewitching spirit of
darkness by the chords of superstition and never dared to look above
my blind superiors for wisdom, until a "something" which I will call
"fate" broke the windows of my mental dungeon and permitted the light
of "SPIRITUAL LIBERTY" to filter through my being which awoke "reason
and common sense" from her long sleep of lethargy.

Now, what I once thought "Holy" I detest as abominable; What I once
worshipped, I now hate.

It is not the glitter of gold nor the applaudits of the protestant
world that I crave, but it is the Master's approval that I desire.
Therefore I deem it my duty to both God and mankind to proclaim to
the world what I know of the awfulness of Roman Catholicism, and I
know enough to make my poor soul often wonder if I shall ever be
permitted to sing with the blest around that GREAT WHITE THRONE in
the New Jerusalem.

As you peruse these pages, I pray that you may whisper a prayer to
God in my behalf, as I am now fifty-six years old and only a ch