Alas! alas! It makes a Christian's blood boil to see glory given to a pack of scamps who call themselves priests!

    Does it not make a man feel, when you see pictures of 'his holiness' and the cardinals, and so on, scattering their benedictions at the Vatican, or at St. Peter's, while admiring crowds fall down and worship them, that it were infinitely better to bow to the devil himself?

    We give glory unto God, but not a particle of glory to anything in the shape of a man, or an angel either.

    Have I not stood and seen the crowds by hundreds fall down and worship images and dressed up dolls? I have seen them worship bones and old teeth; I have seen them worship a skeleton, dressed out in modern costume said to be the skeleton of a saint.

    I have marveled to see people so infatuated as to think that such idolatry was pleasing to the most high God.

    We, brethren, the people of God, who know Christ, can give no glory to this rubbish, but turn away from it with horror!

    Our glory must be given to Christ, and to Christ alone!

    Christ and Christ only must be the grand object of the Christian; the promotion of His glory must be that for which he is willing to live, and for which, if needs be, he would be prepared to die.

    Oh! down, down, down, with everything else — but up, up, up, with the cross of Christ!

    Down with your baptism, and your masses, and your sacraments! Down with your priest-craft, and your rituals, and your liturgies! Down with your fine music, and your pomp, and your robes, and your garments, and all your ceremonials!

    But up, up, up, with the doctrine of the naked cross, and the expiring Savior!