CHAPTER III.

THE OPINION OF THE SEWING-CIRCLE.

"I am sure I don't know what will happen next in our village!

What would have been said thirty years ago of such outrageous

performances?"

These were the words that greeted my ears as I entered the sewing

society at Mrs. B----'s, on a fine afternoon in August, 18--. The

speaker, who was an energetic middle-aged lady, continued, "First

there was the S---- family, with their Romish catechism and their

inquiring into forbidden things, all going on the broad road to

destruction as rapidly as possible, with ever so many more fascinated

and entangled in the same net; and now here Mr. W---- and his whole

family have fairly rushed through the gate and joined those children

of perdition, the Romanists. It is too bad; too much for human

patience!"

"Nothing more than might be expected of those Episcopalians!"

exclaimed a prim-looking young lady. "It is but a step from their

church to Rome. I am not at all surprised."

"I am not so sure of that," remarked Mrs. J----. "I suspect the

Episcopalians differ just as much from the Romanists, after all,

as the Congregationalists or any other Protestant sect. They are

Protestants, you know, as well as we. You remember Miss E----, who

was the principal of our female seminary for some time, a lady of

remarkable intelligence and rare culture, and a very dear friend of

mine in Massachusetts, before she came here. She was always a devoted

Congregationalist from the time she first experienced religion; but

she has lately become, I am sorry to say, a Romanist; and, what

is still worse, she is about to join their Sisters of Charity! I

received from her, not long ago, a letter explaining her reasons,

and speaking of what she calls our 'misapprehensions of Catholic

doctrine.' She says she has not laid aside any part of her former

belief; but has only made such additions as complete the system, and

render portions which before were dubious, discordant, and perplexing

fragments the clear, harmonious, distinct, and necessary members

of a perfect whole. I assure you she has more to say for herself

than you would believe possible, and she knows how to say it, too,

in a most impressive manner. She told me, also, of many others of

our persuasion who will probably join the Catholic Church. So the

Episcopalians are not alone, you see, in this movement."

"True," said Mrs. G----; "for there is Mrs. H---- and her daughter,

who were leading Methodists. They have joined this popish rabble,

and are so very happy in their new home that it is past belief, and

quite amusing to people of common sense. I don't believe it makes

any difference what body of Protestant Christians folks belong to;

if they once get to pondering on these things, they are almost sure

to follow their noses into the Roman Church before they stop. When

the mind gets fairly waked up, it does not seem possible to quiet it

in any other way. And then, as you say, they are all so perfectly

contented and joyous when they have once entered the 'fold,' as they

call it, that it is a puzzle to sober-minded Christians! I think this

new priest who has lately come among us is doing immense mischief

already."

"Of course he is!" chimed in another lady with much asperity. "He is

so very agreeable and polite, so gentle and easy to get acquainted

with, that every one is attracted by him. Then he is an American, and

knows so much better how to make himself acceptable to our people

than the other one did, that he is a great deal more dangerous on

that account. My son George, who would not speak to Kitty S----,

Jennie H----, and the W----s, you know, after they began to patronize

Romanism--though he thought every thing of them before--is already

quite at home with this new priest; takes long walks with him, and

even went to the church last Sunday, just to see how they get on over

there."

"Oh! yes, he told me all about it," said Miss Mary B----. He said it

was perfectly astonishing to see Mr. W---- singing and chanting with

those shabby Canadians; and there were the W----s, the H----s, and

the S----s, kneeling right in the midst of that rabble, and to all

appearance as intent on their prayers, and as much absorbed in what

was going on, as any one present. They seemed quite at home, and to

understand every thing as well as if they had been accustomed to it

all their lifetime. George said he placed himself where they couldn't

help seeing him; but they were not disconcerted in the least. Even

the girls never seemed to notice him at all. He said they doubtless

understood the service, but he didn't. I think, Mrs. G----, that it

will not be very safe for George to go there often; for he told

me that there was a wonderful solemnity and fascination about the

place--which is not much better than a mere shanty--and about the

service, though he didn't understand a word of it. He never felt so

solemn in all his life, he said; and that was a great deal for such a

scatterbrain as George to say."

"I have heard others older and wiser than he say the same," remarked

a thoughtful-looking widow with a sigh. "My brother, who is a

deacon, and a man of very cool temperament and calm judgment, says

he never was in a Catholic place of worship but once, and then he

was almost frightened at the sensation of awe that came over him. He

said it seemed to him that the impression it made was what one would

naturally expect if their doctrine of the real presence were true,

and the sight of the solemn assurance which a great many apparently

devout and good people evidently possessed of their near approach

to their Redeemer, really present in that place, affected him so

sensibly that he could not shake the feeling off. It was a very plain

little chapel, by no means equal to our churches; but he said it

seemed as if something whispered to him that he was standing on holy

ground. He has been very painfully exercised about these matters ever

since, and he says that the sixth chapter of St. John's Gospel, which

never troubled him before, now appears to be all in favor of their

doctrine."

"For my part, I don't see why Protestants want to go near them at

all!" exclaimed another indignantly. "It only brings about mischief;

and the only way to put down such things is to set our faces

resolutely against every one that countenances any thing pertaining

to Romanism. We must be determined that we will have nothing to

do with such people in any way. We must keep entirely aloof from

Romanists and from Romanizers."

"Well, I confess that I am very much puzzled about all these

matters," quietly observed a lady of very gentle manners, in a low

voice. "I cannot help having misgivings that a system which carries

into its minutest circumstances and details such almost irresistible

power may perhaps, after all, owe it to the force of truth. It is

certainly sustained and animated by some principle not possessed or

exerted by Protestantism in any of its branches."

"It is a principle of evil, then," cried the former austere speaker.

"The Prince of Darkness knows how to appear as an 'angel of light'!"

"Ah!" resumed the other; "but you know our Lord said, 'If they have

called the Master of the house Beelzebub, how much more those of his

household!' We ought to be careful how we bring such accusations

against a church which certainly numbers some very good people among

its members. One thing may be said of it, that the poor are tenderly

cherished and cared for within its pale; and I can never believe that

the evil one is the dispenser or instigator of so many charities as

are instituted and supported by this church."

"All done for effect, and to lead poor Protestants astray! Take care,

my dear friend; for these misgivings are the beginning of danger, and

if you follow them, they will surely lead you into the Romish Church.

That is the way all those who have lost the light of Protestantism

have been ensnared."

"If it should prove that they gave up an _ignis fatuus_ for the light

of the star that guided the wise men of old to the crib of the Infant

Redeemer, did they not do well rather than ill?" suggested the quiet

speaker, and was answered only by a murmur of indignation at her bold

conjecture, as the party withdrew to another room where the tea-table

was spread for their refreshment.

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