ling rays of a tropical sun.

I have a right to sound this warning, as I know whereof I speak, as I
have traveled this Romish road of despair for thirty years, and I
know her cunning and dastardly deception so well that her history and
her teachings are to me like the primer is to the school boy or girl.

The warnings that I now sound in the ears of Protestant America are
not sounded by an alarmist, nor one who does not know whereof he
speaks, but these warnings come from one whose back has been lashed
for thirty long years with the whip of a Catholic tyrant, and I know
the history of Catholicism from beginning to end, for if one cannot
learn the history of an institution in thirty years' devout study,
then pray tell me of what use it is for man to apply himself to the
study of anything?

I was once as devout a Catholic as I am to-day a Protestant, and I am
only a Protestant to-day because I was forced to become such, after
having the scales of Catholicism brushed from my eyes, which had
been blinded by the superstition and fearful doctrines of this
abominable creed.

Arouse, ye men and women of America, or else the time will come when
you will not be permitted to make a protest; when your wives and
mothers are declared whores by Catholicism, and your fathers and
brothers are declared whore-mongers and your children bastards!

I have been a careful observer of events through my entire life, and
I never was more thoroughly convinced than to-day that we stand near
the threshold of Popish power in America, and I ask of the reader,
and of the Protestant world at large, Are we about to realize the
prediction made by the father of our country? Are we nearing the time
when liberty shall be bound to the stake by Catholicism? Are we
nearing the great Romish chasm that has swallowed up the hopes of
many nations? Are we nearing the crater of a Roman volcano that pours
out its desolation and devastation upon free men? Are we nearing the
inky night of servitude, where no light is possible, but the dim and
treacherous lamp of idolatrous Catholicism? Are we nearing the
stretch of waste lands that contains no friendly oasis for him who
seeks liberty? Are we building our own sepulchers to bury all the
hopes of liberty cherished by our forefathers? Are we willingly
carrying fuel for our own funeral pyres, there to be consumed by the
greedy and relentless ghouls of Catholicism?

These are questions that demand an answer and demand