proclaim the cause of Christ, believing that Catholicism was the
only church which had a right to establish her doctrines, and, of
course, cast my lot with this church, and to-day finds me an old man
with every vestige of childhood's faith shaken from center to
circumference, as I have lived in America so long and seen so much of
the intelligence of Protestantism, and so much of the deception of
Catholicism, I could not remain in the Catholic Church and be true to
my conception of what was right and wrong, therefore I laid aside,
with a degree of regret, the relics of Catholic barbarism.

I discarded the Scapular and everything that has no more intelligent
meaning to it than the cungering devices of the heathen has towards
the uplifting of humanity and the civilization of the world.

Many, many years ago my faith was shaken by what I had seen with my
own eyes and heard with my own ears, but I nursed my religious belief
from my mother's bosom; my religion was born and bred in my bones;
every drop of blood in my person was electrified in childhood by the
cungerings of Catholic legerdemain, and I was taught at my mother's
knee to believe that there was no other church that had a ghost of a
chance of eternal salvation but the Catholic Church, and I was taught
that all Protestants were heretics and abominable in the sight of God
and sure of eternal damnation, unless they turned from their sins and
joined the Catholic Church.

Ofttimes I would have my faith shaken by the actions of some lustful
priest, but I clung tenaciously to the religion of my mother and
refused to look beyond the horizon of Catholic superstition.

About the time that I had fully made up my mind to become a priest, I