firmed and now it is, (how unutterably de

sirable!) that whatever overloads, encumbers, defaces our faith, should be thrown aside.

The day we have to pass through will assuredly prove that private loyalty to Christ is not enough for the champions of the Gospel." And perhaps there never was greater need than at present, for many being warned against the errors of popery, when a spirit of liberality, little zealous for the honour of God, is diffusing throughout our land, too lax a view of its pernicious system. But charity" rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;" and though she will not so far belie her name as to declare, that the Roman Catholics in all the fundamental doctrines of Christianity accord with Pro

testants; that there is but little difference between the two religions-she is ever forward to extend the knowledge of the Gospel of Christ, in all its native beauty, and to solicit a calm and serious investigation of its glorious truths; that thereby, while proof is palpably afforded that she solemnly protests against all that is iniquitous, charity may convince others to renounce evil, and with her to exult in the truth.

A long residence in Roman Catholic countries, together with the perusal of a vast number of too much neglected though invaluable books on the subject, some of which are quoted in the following pages, gave the writer ample opportunity of acquaintance with the evils of popery: would that

every Protestant was convinced that they are alike dangerous to the spiritual and temporal well-being of man!

The following pages are commended, for his especial blessing, to the God of Truth: may they spread abroad the glorious knowledge of his name, which shall exist in everlasting light, when all darkness shall have been swept away by the brightness of his coming.

VERSCHOYLE.

CHAPTER I.

"I AM greatly disappointed with Rsaid Mrs. Kenyon to her husband, who, no more enamoured of the place than she was, and fatigued by a vain attempt to kill time, had returned to the hotel after a morning's stroll, and was now perusing an English newspaper.

"It is a very stupid place," said he; "and I cannot imagine how it is so much the fashion to travel. What shall we do?-order horses for to-morrow, Caroline?—will that be agreeable to you?" continued Mr. Kenyon; "only tell me what you would like best you have only to mention your wishes."

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Why, I am very sorry we came here," said the lady, yawning as she spoke.

"It was a pity, certainly, a great pity, as you did not like it: it was my mistake, and I had so often heard you say that you wished to come to Italy after our marriage"

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Very true, very true, Kenyon; but this is a terrible place."

"Well, then, shall we leave it to-morrow? Your sister, I fear, will be sadly disappointed: she is so fond of it." And Mr. Kenyon took up his newspaper, and continued to read. At length, as if some new idea had struck him, he hastily exclaimed, “Caroline! I have thought of an excellent plan, which will perhaps please all parties.”

"What can that be?" said Mrs. Kenyon: "not to return home, I hope, that would be worse still."

"No," said her husband; but, in place of taking your sister, as we first proposed, to L, and placing her there en pension, to leave her here at the Convent of St. Genevieve. The abbess is a very charming person; and Mademoiselle de Rigny, who is a pension