"One evening, after listening to a discourse filled with dark images of
death, I returned to my room, and found the light set upon the ground.
I took it up and approached the table to place it there, but what was
my horror and consternation at beholding spread out upon it, a whitened
skeleton! Before the reader can comprehend my dismay, it is necessary
he should reflect for a moment on the peculiarities of childhood,
especially in a Romish country, where children are seldom spoken to
except in superstitious language, whether by their parents or teachers:
and domestics adopt the same style to answer their own purposes,
menacing their disobedient charges with hobgoblins, phantoms and
witches. Such images as these make a profound impression on tender
minds, leaving a panic terror which the reasoning of after years is
often unable entirely to efface. There can be no doubt but that this
pernicious habit, is the fruit of the noxious plant fostered in the
Vatican. Rising generations must be brought up in superstitious terror,
in order to render them susceptible to every kind of absurdity; for this
terror is the powerful spring, employed by the priests and friars, to
move at their pleasure families, cities, provinces, nations. Although
in families of the higher order, this method of alarming infancy is much
discountenanced, nevertheless, it is impossible but that it should in
some degree prevail in the nursery. Nor was it probable that I should
escape this infections malady, having passed my whole days in an
atmosphere, charged more than any other with that impure miasma
priest-craft."]
Then immediately I heard the question, and it seemed to come from the
figure of Christ, "Will you obey? Will you leave off sin?" I answered in
the affirmative as well as I could, for the convulsive sobs that shook
my frame almost stopped my utterance. I now know that when the priest
left me, he placed himself, or an assistant, behind a curtain close to
the images, and it was his voice that I heard. But I was then too young
to detect their treacherous practices and deceitful ways.
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