her to shame. The low, degrading opinions entertained regarding her
throughout the realms of sectarianism grieves the souls of her true
admirers. They have brought her down from her pure, high throne and
mingled her with the lives of ordinary sinful men. They have stripped her
of her clean, white garments and covered her with a cloak of many colors.
They have robbed her of her virtues and have stained her fair name until
to-day all that is seen of Christianity in the aristocratic circles of
Christendom is a maiden weeping over her stained vesture, lost virginity
and reproached name. Thank God, such is true only in appearance. True
Christianity is seen by her few devoted followers to-day the same pure,
spotless virgin, the same queen of peace and light, as when she crowned
the brow of the lowly Nazarene and his immediate followers. She has lost
none of her virtuous charms. She is true. She reigns a lovely queen,
glorious in power, pure in principle, "Clear as the sun, fair as the moon,
and terrible as an army with banners."

Satan has robed a harlot and named her Christianity and succeeded in
imposing her upon many in the world. They are fondling with her. She
indulges them in sensuality, while encouraging them to hope in a peaceful
immortality. The kings of the earth have committed fornication with her.
They are reveling, feasting and banqueting with her, crazed by her
seductive charms. She has neither purity, peace, nor power. Her robes are
denied by sin. She scoffs at pure Christianity and calls her
old-fashioned. This strange young woman is using every device to allure
souls into her wanton chamber. She is most subtle of heart. She
"flattereth with her words. In the twilight, in the evening, in the black
and dark night, she walketh in the streets, and lieth wait at every
corner, that she might catch and kiss him who is void of understanding."
With a beguiling, impudent face she says to him: "I have peace offerings
with me; I have decked my bed with tapestry, with carved works, with fine
linen of Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
Come let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace
ourselves with love."

Such is the gay, fast, frivolous Christianity of the popular present day
religions of our honored land. The generality of denominational membership
(we speak in love) desire a Christianity that will go with them to the
halls of pleasure; that will dine with them at the banqu