that will fill the columns of the public journals, and all
the bigoted balderdash the press will groan under! What
coarse irony, what Billingsgate shall we hear of our Holy
Church,----her saints, her miracles, and her dogmas,--what
foul invectives against her pious women and their lives of
sanctity! And then think of the glorious harvest that will
follow, as we reply to insult by calm reasonings, to bigotry
by words of charity and enlightenment, appealing to the
nation at large for their judgment on which side truth
should lie,--with intolerance, or with Christian meekness
and submission?

"Prepare, then, I say, for the coming day; the great
campaign is about to open, and neither you nor I, Michel,
will live to see the end of the battle. On this side the
Alps, all has happened as we wished. Italian Liberalism is
crushed and defeated. The Piedmontese are driven back within
their frontier, their army beaten, and their finances all
but exhausted, and Austria is again at the head of Northern
Italy. Rome will now be grander and more glorious than ever.
No more truckling to Liberalism, no more faith in the false
prophets of Freedom. Our gorgeous 'Despotism' will arise
reinvigorated by its trials, and the Church will proclaim
herself the Queen of Europe!

"It is an inestimable advantage to have convinced these meek
and good men here that there is but one road to victory, and
that all alliance with what are called politicians is but a
snare and a delusion.

"The Pope sees this at last, but nothing short of wounded
pride could have taught him the lesson.

"Now to your last query, my dear Michel, and I feel all
gratitude for the warm interest with which you make it.
What is to be done I know not. I am utterly ignorant of my
parentage, even of my birthplace. In the admission-book of
Salamanca I stand thus:

'Samuel Eustace, native of Ireland, aged thirteen years and
seven months; stipendiary of the second class.' There lies
my whole history. A certain Mr. Godfrey had paid all the
expenses of my journey from Louvain, and, up to the period
of his death, continued to maintain me. From Louvain I can
learn nothing. I was a 'Laic' they believed,----perhaps
No. 134 or 137--they do not know which; and these are but