air
land.

I have pointed out the dangers which beset this nation by the
toleration of Popish rule, and have compared Protestant nations with
the nations which have been morally damned and disgraced by Romanism,
and I trust that my comparisons will lead an intelligent public to
see the dangers that beset this country unless Romanism is relegated
to the everlasting haunts of oblivion.

In conclusion I desire to say to the reader that he or she will never
know of the diabolical cunning of this Romish doctrine, for it is
impossible for mortal man who has traveled this road of debauchery
to ever portray in print to the public what he has seen along this
journey of ignorance, superstition and immorality, as no man who has
the welfare of the young and rising generation at heart would sink so
low as to write all of the awfulness that I have seen upon my journey
for thirty years upon this Romish highway of carnality, as every turn
in the path that leads through this desert of desolation is strewn
with the bleached bones of ambition.

There is not an oasis in this vast stretch of Romish desolation, as
her every ambition is to rule by superstition, ignorance and tyranny.

Again I would warn Protestant America that we are nearing the
trenches of physical strength, and unless we infuse into our
Protestant manhood the liquid fires of Protestantism, the time is not
far distant when the Bunker Hill that was made famous by the blood of
our forefathers will have her base dripping wet with the blood of
Protestantism, in defense of the principles that have made America
all that she ever has been, all that she is, and all that she may
hope to be.

Can we expect anything else should Roman Catholicism ever become
numerically strong enough to rule by physical strength? The answer to
this question must come from the pages of Romish history, and this
history has every page wet with Protestant blood shed by this Monarch
of Darkness, as 75,000,000 Protestants to-day sleep beneath the sod
of the universe, bearing the scars of Romish torture.

My task is done; my warning has been sounded; my prayers have been
offered, and now in the evening of old age, when life's sun is
slipping down behind the horizon of earthly things, I find myself
surrounded with the faces of new friends, but in the dim far away I
behold the countenance of my Lord beckoning me to that rest beyond
the skies, where I hope to receive a full pardon from a God I so
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