profit, but which have nothing whatever of Christ's Divine Spirit of
universal love and compassion in them. My action this morning was
unusual and quixotic no doubt. Yet, it seemed to me the only way to
comport myself under those particular circumstances. I did a wrong--
I seek to make amends. I believe this is what God would have me do.
I believe that the Supernal Forces judge our sins against each other
to be of a far worse nature than sins against Church or Creed. I
also believe that if we try to amend our injustices and set crooked
things straight, death will be an easier business, and Heaven will
come a little nearer to our souls. As for my attack on the Church--"

"Ah truly! What of your attack on the Church?" said Moretti, his
small eyes glistening, and his breath going and coming quickly.

"I would say every word of it again with absolute conviction,"
declared Vergniaud, "for I have said nothing but the truth! There is
a movement in the world, Monsignor, that all the powers of Rome are
unable to cope with!--the movement of an advancing resistless force
called Truth,--the Voice of God,--the Voice of Christ! Truth cannot
be choked, murdered and killed nowadays as in the early Inquisition!
Rather than that the Voice of Truth should be silenced or murdered
now at this period of time, God will shake down Rome!"

"Not so!" exclaimed Moretti hotly--"Every nation in the world shall
perish before Rome shall lose her sacred power! She is the
'headstone of the corner'--and 'upon whomsoever that stone shall
fall, it shall grind him to powder!'"

"You think so?" and Verginaud shrugged his shoulders ever so
slightly--"Well! For me, I believe that material as well as