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 realizing the blasphemy of according to
a mortal clergyman the title that belongs to God alone), entered
into a conspiracy with another Romanizing clergyman, the Reverend
Oliver Dorward, Vicar of Green Lanes, Hants, to abduct my son from
his own father's house, with what ultimate intention I dare not
think. Incredible as it must sound to modern ears, they were so far
successful that for a whole week I was in ignorance of his
whereabouts, while detectives were hunting for him up and down
England. The abduction was carried out by young Lidderdale, with
the assistance of a youth called Hacking, so coolly and skilfully
as to indicate that the abettors behind the scenes are USED TO SUCH
ABDUCTIONS. This, my lord, points to a very grave state of affairs
in our midst. If the son of a Protestant clergyman like myself can
be spirited away from a populous but neverthele