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Rome and the Bible.*

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To identify the mummeries and innovations of Ritualism with the daily practices of Old World idolatries would not be a difficult undertaking, since Popery, from which our Anglican renegades have learned their catechism, partakes more of the pagan element than it does of the Christian. believe it was Robert Hall who said that Constantine stabbed religion under the fifth rib when he allied it with the State; and certainly the tide of worldliness which overran the Church consequent on the emperor's patronage lends some colour to the sarcasm of the great preacher. Hitherto the Church had thrived apart from the smiles and favours of earthly rulers; but its alliance with the civil government brought good neither to the Church itself nor to the State. It is somewhat humiliating for those who boast of Apostolical succession to be told that "Archbishops, bishops, canons, &c., date their existence from this period, as also the union of the Christian Church into one ecclesiastical body." The State alliance at once gave scope for the exercise of human pride and ambition until the bishop of Rome, advancing step by step, proclaimed the rights of an ecclesiastical despot, virtually proclaimed himself a demi-god, while by a pagan-like arrogance and love of persecution he proved himself to be the very anti-Christ pourtrayed in Scripture.

Through long weary years Italy groaned and smarted beneath the tyranny and iron rule of Pope Gregory XVI. and his minister, Cardinal Lambruschini. When things have reached their acme of badness any change is welcome as likely to be for the better; and hence, when Pius IX. was elected to fill the papal chair, it was hoped that his accession would be the signal for the introduction of some needed reforms. Whatever hopes were based on the man's humanity and liberality of sentiment were speedily doomed to be disappointed, for it was soon proved that popes, like others, can be trimmers, selfish, and time-servers. Thus :

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"Previous to his election to the papal see, Pope Pius IX. had been a traveller and a soldier, and doubtless his contact with the world had made him recognise the advisability of following the spirit of the age as far as such concessions did not affect his personal position and power. It soon, however, became evident that worldly policy alone had dictated these liberal acts; for when, as a test of his good faith, the people demanded from him, in the form of a constitution, the further reforms which the suppressed manifesto had called for, they for a long time received nothing but vain promises, and finally, when pressure was used to induce him to issue the promised constitution, every clause of it was found to concert more firmly the Church's power, and his own supremacy as its head."

The events which followed in the succeeding years of Pius IX.'s pontificate simply proved that earthly powers cannot hinder the progress of liberty. The achievements of Victor Emmanuel, Count Cavour, and Garibaldi in the cause of Italian liberty are too recent to render any particular allusion

"The Bible in Rome." By Ellen Barlee. London: Hatchards, Piccadilly. "Italian Pictures drawn with Pen and Pencil." By Samuel Manning, LL.D. Religious Tract Society.

necessary; and the triumph of liberty seemed to be complete when the Pope was shorn of his temporal power consequent on the withdrawal of the French troops from Rome. What a sequel to the promulgation of the dogma of infallibility, and to the brilliant celebration of the eighteenth centennial of St. Peter's martyrdom was the fall of Napoleon III., which had the effect of separating Rome from papal thraldom.

When the Italian army entered Rome on the 20th of September, 1870, a little carriage laden with Bibles, and drawn by a dog, was seen to follow the troops through the breach, and from that day the Word of God has been freely offered for sale in the old capital of the Cæsars. The excitement of the hour was well-nigh unparalleled. The citizens warmly greeted the invaders, the troops were glad to capitulate, while others "took forcible possession, in the name of Victor Emmanuel, of a printing office, and there composed and printed the first free Italian paper that was ever issued in Rome." Meanwhile the Bible-seller took up his stand in a prominent position in the city and offered the Book for sale. "Why offer us your books?" asked the people who passed by. "We have driven away the priests, and we don't want their teaching.' "" Persons who had embraced infidelity as preferable to the revolting system of the papacy would naturally ask questions similar to these. They have no faith in a profession which does not foster charity and the more tender traits of human nature. When, however," says Miss Barlee, "the colporteur explained it was not the priests' teaching he offered them, but the very books they had prohibited and excommunicated, lest their contents should hasten on the cause of freedom, then a rush was made to purchase them, and he had to return and fetch further copies."

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But the down-trodden population needed even more than the Bible; they required the capacity to read the life-giving pages. Places of worship, where the Gospel should be plainly preached, were not more sorely needed than were elementary schools for the reception of the neglected children who on all sides were being reared in ignorance akin to heathen darkness. Our author] tells us something about the juveniles who first entered the Protestant schools, and they appear to have belonged to a genus peculiar to Popery :

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"For the first few days there was enough to do in finding out what the children knew, and trying to teach them to think. It was at once evident that they knew nothing. Not one of them could tell the days of the week, the months of the year, or the year in which they were living. They had not the slightest idea of geography, history, or the elements of natural philosophy. Some of them could spell words of one or even two syllables, but had never received a single idea from anything they had read. One boy wrote beautifully, but did not read a word of writing. As to their religious instruction, I cannot say that I ever examined them in the lives of the saints; but one day I told them the story of the birth of our Saviour. I went into all the details; of the star in the east, and the journey of the wise men; of the song of the angels, and the worship of the shepherds; of the wicked king Herod, the murder of the innocents, and the flight into Egypt. They listened with great interest, and when I had finished I said, "Tell me, my children, who was this little baby?' Not one of them knew."

Interesting in an eminent degree is the condition, past and present, of the Jews in Rome. According to Dr. Manning, the Ghetto is the Seven Dials of the city-a quarter indescribable on account of its squalid filthiness, and crowded with about four thousand five hundred inhabitants, though the area should only suffice for a quarter of its present occupants. The number of captive Jews brought into the city by Titus is supposed to have exceeded a hundred thousand, and the treatment of the unfortunate race during eighteen centuries-from the day of their national ruin to the inauguration of a reign of liberty six years ago—has been harsh in the extreme. Still they have survived the cruelty of the bondage which has been imposed; and while taking in notions of the nature of the Gospel from the persecuting fanaticism of Popery, this densely-crowded Ghetto is a place of contrast such as perhaps no other rookery could parallel. Miss Barlee says:—

“The Jews' fair, which is held weekly in the Ghetto, is a most curious scene to witness, and well worth a visit from the traveller to Rome, if it be only for the chance he may have of securing valuable antiquities in the shape of old coins, china, glass, &c. Curious old books may be had for the veriest trifle, and many a precious volume is often secured by savants, who know its value, for a few francs. What was apparent everywhere was rags, and such rags in many cases as one turned one's head away from in disgust. These, nevertheless, were arranged in full view through the narrow doorway of the shops, around which they were likewise suspended, whilst women and children sat on low stools sorting, separating, and mending them."

Such was the aspect of the Roman rag fair when viewed superficially-in the background there are stores of goods of fabulous value. One day during the winter of last year an inquisitive lady determined on exploring the Jewish quarter on her own account, and what she saw and heard well repaid for the trouble and inconvenience incurred :—

"When she first entered the streets she was somewhat startled by hearing the peculiar Jewish sound, viz., a low hiss, by which the shopkeepers make known to one another that customers are among them, and one or two of them followed her, inviting inspection of their goods. Entering one shop, she was about leaving in disgust at the contents when the shopkeeper shut the door behind her, and told her he could show her that which she would not despise. Her curiosity was now aroused, and she professed her desire to see whatever he had to exhibit. Taking a key down from a peg, the man beckoned her to follow him, which she did across a filthy alley, more like a gutter than a roadway, when he turned into a still narrower court, and opening the wooden doors of an archway, led her on till he came into a low vaulted chamber, in which, in all the pride of possession, he exhibited to her the wealth of the Indies: satins, velvets, brocades, laces, &c., piled up in stacks to its roof. Then commenced an offer of sale on the part of the shopkeeper; but although curiosity had led Mrs. to the Ghetto, she had neither the means nor the wish to make any such costly purchases. Laces were, however, pressed on her at 200 to 300 francs a yard, and velvets and satins at a proportionate price. What could she do? She spoke little Italian, and every attempt was taken as a prelude to further bargaining, and it was some time before she could get rid of the Jew's importunity."

The absurdities and superstitions of English Ritualism not seldom bear fruit in Rome. A certain young lady told our author that "she had made

the stations of sixteen different churches, having said her prayers in each, besides twice ascending the Santa Scala, or Holy Staircase, on her knees." This devotee entertained a singular affection for her departed grandmother, and hence surrendered to that relative any advantage which may have accrued from her piety. She had been captivated by the follies of Ritualism in England, and naturally supposed that she was only advancing towards the goal of perfection by drinking at the fountain-head of Popery in Rome.

Though righteously shorn of his temporal power, the Pope is no less the enemy and deceiver of mankind than he was in past times. The attractions of his Church are the lusts of the eyes and the lusts of the flesh. With him and his satellites sin is not half so heinous a thing as the Bible says, since transgression can be wiped away at a cheap rate and indulgences granted according to your means. The very splendour of the papal ritual, together with the masterpieces of architecture in which the services are celebrated, tend to prove that the system is but a compromise with heathenism. Greed of power and sacerdotal pride are the basis of the entire fabric. To those who desire in a handy form a succinct account of the various missions in Rome, all undertaken since the inauguration of the reign of liberty, Miss Barlee's work will prove acceptable. Dr. Manning's "Italian Pictures" is a book more widely known and more generally entertaining. The costly series of engravings with which the pages are embellished are no less educational than pleasing, though they do not in any degree outshine the freshness and brilliancy of the letterpress descriptions. Stay-at-home travellers will find the Doctor one of the pleasantest of companions; to tourists who intend "doing" Italy for pleasure he will prove a valuable guide. G. HOLDEN PIKE.

The Day of Small Things.

THE most successful toilers are those who know best how to serve God in "small things." The Almighty never "despises the day of small things," or else He would not put His mighty oaks into acorns, or His golden graincrops into little seed-bags.

Nearly all the greatest and best things had their feeble beginnings. The Mississippi begins as a rivulet; the splendid suspension bridge at Niagara first went over the deep chasm as a mere kite-string. And the noblest, holiest Christian lives had their origin in some word faithfully spoken, or in the reading of a tract, or the offering of a broken and brief prayer, or in a solemn resolution to quit favourite sins and yield to Jesus. One sentence seems to have brought Peter and John to follow Christ. One sentence converted the jailer of Philippi. Now if every Christian life sprouted out of the act of a single hour, and was probably the result of some humble agency, then it is a sin and a folly to "despise the day of small things."

Cases to illustrate this truth thicken in our memory. A goodly woman spoke kindly to her maid-servant about her soul; the gardener overheard

the conversation through a hedge, and was himself convicted of his sins. Stray arrows often hit the mark. The late Dr. William Wisner once stopped on a hot summer day at a Berkshire farmhouse for a glass of water. He talked faithfully with the young lady who gave him the refreshing draught, and directed her to the "living water." Long years afterwards, a middleaged woman introduced herself to the Doctor on a steamboat, and thanked him for the plain, kind word that brought her to the Saviour. Harlan Page, coming early to a meeting, found a stranger sitting there, and politely spoke to him. The conversation went on until the man-who said that "Christians had always kept him at arm's length" before-was melted into penitence. On the last day of the year 1867 I met a man of fifty in the streets, and said to him, "Had not you and I better begin the new year with a new life?" That simple remark set him to thinking, and resulted in his conversion.

The lesson of all these cases, and of innumerable others like them, is that the most effectual way to save sinners is to use the day of small things, and seize our opportunities. Nearly all revivals start with a single man or One live coal can kindle a great flame.

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There is another view of this matter. As the usefulness of a Christian grows out of little deeds well done, so the influence of many Christians is terribly poisoned by little sins. Alas! how great sinners we may be in small things! Little irritations of look and manner-little meannesses in our daily dealings-little fibs and insincerities of speech-little jealousies and spites-little neglects of kind acts we might do-all these are the "little foxes" that have spoiled many a goodly vine. Pile up enough tiny snowflakes on a railway track, and they will blockade the most powerful locomotive. So I verily believe that the aggregate sum of Christians' daily inconsistencies and neglects of duty often block up a revival, and stay the progress of Christ's kingdom. Jesus Christ laid great emphasis on keeping the least of His commandments." That was an awfully mischievous spark that lighted Chicago into a blaze; but it was once only a spark!

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This brings me to say to the unconverted: It is a fatal mistake to think that any wilful sin is a trifle. If you are lost, my dear friend, it is not likely that one huge crime like Judas', or Pilate's, or Ananias' will sink you to perdition. It will be the sum of your daily sins left unrepented of the aggregate of thousands of offences against God's law and God's love. I pray you, do not say, "Oh, this is not much." No sin is a trifle. No sin is harmless.

My last thought is that life is a series of steps. Each step counts. Coming to Jesus is a single step. It may be the work of a moment. It may turn on a small pivot. And you will never come to Christ, or never reach heaven while you continue to "despise the day of small things."

T. L. CUYLER.

Ir is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.

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