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the body of Christ, only as long as it is pure and incorrupt."


Never, never shall I believe such a thing," exclaimed Sabina, "who can understand it?"

"Who can understand the Trinity, my dear," returned Mrs. Wolburn. "The Unitarian laughs at you for believing that three persons constitute but one God. You contend that that is a most sacred truth: they deny it. They urge you to shew the word 'Trinity' in the bible; you cannot. Now, if you admit that first and most important, and most incomprehensible of all mysteries, why do you refuse to admit another, which, if any thing, is more clearly expressed, and more forcibly inculcated in the scripture than the former?"

The truth is, I do not wish to offend you Sabina," said Virginia, "but it is notorious the Protestant religion is a tissue of inconsistencies-"

"You are theu determined to abandon it," said Henry with a penetrating glance, and a look of anxiety.

"At any peril," replied Virginia; "I am bound, and determined, to embrace the truth."

"Little was this expected of your good sense, and education, Virginia," said Sabina.

"Permit me to observe, Sabina," she returned, affectionately taking her hand," for I love you still, dear, dear girl, that if, with your good sense, and virtuous heart, you would make religion the subject of your serious and unprejudiced investigation, you would follow my example."

"I would rather follow her to the grave," said Henry, rising with agitation from his chair.

"The Jesuit has ruined you, Virginia, ruined your happiness, and perverted your reason," said Sabina.

Dear Sabina, be cautious how you speak."
I know what I say," she replied, with


"My dear, why all this agitation?" said Mrs. Wolburn.

"Oh Sabina, Sabina!" exclaimed Louisa, clasping her hands, "reflect on what you say!"


I speak with reflection, Louisa, you have been deluded-"

"Are we not at liberty to act as we' please on the score of religion?"

"And are we not bound to act according to our sacred convictions, my dear," added Mrs. Wolburn.

Here the General entering the room, interrupted the conversation. Sabina and Henry hastened abruptly to their carriage, and drove off.


And still the nearer to the spring we go,
More limpid, more unsoiled, the waters flow,"


THERE is somet ing in the breaking of a Sunday morning, that sheds on the christian pious heart, a calm and solace which seems to be a foretaste of the eternal sabbath of heaven. There is no sound of business, nor stir of men pressing at dawn to their commerce or their trade. The streets of the largest cities, as well as of the village, are silent, and, as it were, at rest. There is not heard abroad the buxom voice of the merry cartman, nor the cracking of whips, nor the whistling of the early sawyer, nor the uncouth, yet shrill tune of the sweep, which ring on other days upon the unholy weikin. On Sunday, nought is heard around but the ringing of bells, which give notice to all that hear them, that this is a day of prayer. Would to heaven,

that all the bells that ring, were swung in the steeples of orthodox churches! inviting the faithful to the worship which the Almighty smiles on, and accepts with pleasure. To the reflecting bosom, it is a subject of keen grief, to view the multitudes of our fellow-beings who are led astray, either to partake in the cold formalities of the Protestant religion, or to be swept into regions of fanaticism, by the tumultuary shoutings of the followers of Wesley. Is it not a lamentable reflection, that of all the churches in the United States, those only which are dedicated to the service of the Catholic religion are the true ones? And yet thousands upon thou sands press, without a scruple, to the innumerable conventicles, with which our country is crowded. They press forward without a thought: custom, or fashion, or human respect, is their only guide. They will not, they are afraid to pause and meditate. Could I induce one of those deluded christians to listen to me, I should thus address him: Brother, whither art thou going? to wor ship God! Where is the altar? where is the sacrifice? where is the priest? Hast thou not read in Malachy, the prophet, that "a clean oblation is to be offered from the rising to the setting sun ?" Is that oblation to be found in your church? Was there ever a true religion without a sacrifice! In the natural religion there was a sacrifice, in the Jewish religion there was a sacrifice, and is there none in the christian religion? Again, brother, reflect, who is the author of thy church? how long has it been in existence? Is it ONE, in its faith? Is it HOLY, in its effects, as well as in its creed? Is it CATHO LIC, in point of time and place? Is it APOSTO LICAL? Can you trace it up from the present day to the days of St. Peter, to whom Christ gave the keys of heaven, and whom he consti

tuted the chief pastor, entrusting to him the office of feeding both the sheep and the lambs: or rather, does not the last link in the chain of its antiquity attach to the fallen monk, the apostate priest, the profane innovator, Martin Luther?Brother, I speak not thus to offend thee, did I not love thee, I should be silent. Charity commands me to warn thee, and, with the utmost sincerity and candour, I do so. Pause before thou minglest in the crowd of those who flock to the temples of error!

The dawn of the Sabbath broke, with heavenly lustre, over the borders of the river which, with its dark-green waters, laves the foot of Wolburncliff. Early after breakfast, in compliance with their promise, Mrs. Wolburn ordered the carriage, and prepared to start for the "chapel." The General had engaged to spend the day at the venerable Mr. Powell's, whom sickness prevented from attending mass, on the present Sunday. It was delightful to behold the recollected mien, the expression of content, and the calm sense of duty that appeared on the countenance of the ladies. On their way to the church, their conversation turned on religious subjects. They could not but feel astonished at the extraordinary change effected on their own hearts and minds.

An hour before the time of service they reached the desired spot the chapel was surrounded with persons of all ages, from the village, and the neighbouring country, attracted together to "worship the Lord in spirit and in truth." The sight of Wolburn's carriage created a general excitement: some whispered that it was the venerable Mr. Powell; others that it was General Washington: others that it was the Wolburn family. But no one for a moment imagined, that the ladies it contained were converts, about to embrace the true Catholic faith. Cu

riosity, they knew, induced many in those days, even as at present, to attend the Catholic service: and an artless little urchin was heard to say, it was to be hoped that the ladies, whosoever they might be, would behave themselves better in church than some Protestants who refuse to conform to the exterior ceremonies.

As soon as Father Rowland perceived the carriage, he hastened to welcome the "converts," and shewed them into his room, where he ordered a good fire to be made: though not very cold, every one knows that a fire in autumn is not uncomfortable in North America.

"With what sentiments of joy do I not receive you, on this occasion, dearest ladies," said Rowland. "Oh, if there be joy in heaven upon one sinner doing penance, how much is not that joy increased, when ladies of your sincerity and pious inclinations embrace the religion of Christ!"

"Although we have not yet made our profession of faith, dear Mr. Rowland," replied Mrs. Wolburn, "still we feel a satisfaction, a peace of heart, a content, to which we hitherto were strangers. Is it not true, Virginia ?"

"Dear mamma, we cannot be grateful enough to Almighty God, and next to him, to our af fectionate instructor."

"Oh! Miss Virginia, attribute it all to God: the grace of the Holy Ghost was offered you, you put it to profit, and you are now to have your reward."

"You promised, you remember, to shew us the convent before mass, dear sir," said Louisa "There is a seat in the carriage for you, Mr. Rowland, if you will accept it," added Mrs. Wol burn.

"With pleasure, dear madam," he replied, and arose.

The convent, as I remarked above, was but

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