in as their life-aims. Again and again he was shown
where in whole districts it was utterly impossible to secure young men
for ordination to the Protestant ministry. And he was furnished with
statistics setting forth the ominous fact that within a few years,
were the present decline unchecked, there would be no students in the
Protestant universities of the country.

"Do you not see in this, my son," said the Papal Legate, "the blight
of unbelief? Do you not mark the withering effects of the modern
so-called scientific thought? What think you of a religion wherein the
chief interest centers in trials for heresy; whose ultimate effect
upon human character is a return to the raw, primitive, immature sense
of life that once prevailed among this great people? What think you
now of Luther and his diabolical work?"

The wondering boy hung his head without reply. Would Germany at length
come to the true fold? And was that fold the Holy Catholic Church?

And England--ah! there was the Anglican church, Catholic, but not
Roman, and therefore but a counterfeit of the Lord's true Church.
Would it endure? "No," the Legate had said; "already defection has set
in, and the prodigal's return to the loving parent in Rome is but a
matter of time."

Then came his visit to the great abbey of Westminster, and the
impression which, to his last earthly day, he bore as one of his most
sacred treasures. There in the famous Jerusalem Chamber he had sat,
his eyes suffused with tears and his throat choked with emotion. In
that room the first Lancastrian king long years before had closed his
unhappy life. There the great Westminster Confession had been framed.
There William of Orange had held his weighty discussion of the
Prayer-Book revision, which was hoped to bring Churchmen and
Dissenters again into harmony. And there, greatest of all, had
gathered, day after day, and year after year, the patient, devoted
group of men who gave to the world its Revised Edition of the Holy
Bible, only a few brief years ago. As the rapt Jose closed his eyes
and listened to the whispered conversation of the scholarly men about
him, he seemed to see the consecrated Revisers, seated again at the
long table, deep in the holy search of the Scriptures for the profound
secrets of life which they hold. He saw with what sedulous care they
pursued their sacred work, without trace of prejudice or religious
bias, and with only the selfless purpose always before them to ren