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second will nearly belong to us: and the third entirely.”—The Secret
Plan, page 127-128.
“The state is, therefore, only an inferior court, bound to receive
the law from the superior court (the church) and liable to have its
decrees reversed on appeal.”—Brownson’s Essays, pages 282-284.
“The Jesuits are a military organization, not a religious order. Their
chief is a general of an army, not the mere father abbot of a
monastery. And the aim of this organization is: Power. Power in the
most despotic exercise. Absolute power, universal power, power to
control the world by the volition of a single man. Jesuitism is the
most absolute of despotisms; and at the same time the greatest and
the most enormous of abuses.”—Memorial of the Captivity of
Napoleon at St. Helena, by General Montholon, vol. ii., p. 62.
“The general of the Jesuits insists on being master, sovereign,
over the sovereign. Wherever the Jesuits are admitted they will be
masters, cost what it may. Their society is by nature dictatorial, and
therefore it is the irreconcilable enemy of all constituted authority.
Every act, every crime, however atrocious, is a meritorious work, if
committed for the interest of the Society of the Jesuits, or by the
order of its general.”—Memorial of the Captivity of Napoleon at St.
Helena, vol. ii., p. 174.
In the allocution of Sept. 1851, Pope Pius IX. said:
“That he had taken that principle for basis: That the Catholic
religion, with all its votes, ought to be exclusively dominant in such
sort that every other worship shall be banished and interdicted!
“You ask if the Pope were lord of this land and you were in a
minority, what he would do to you? That, we say, would entirely
depend on circumstances. If it would benefit the cause of
Catholicism, he would tolerate you; if expedient, he would imprison,
banish you, probably he might even hang you. But be assured of
one thing, he would never tolerate you for the sake of your glorious
principles of civil and religious liberty.”—Rambler, one of the most
prominent Catholic papers of England, Sept. 1851.
Lord Acton, one of the Roman Catholic peers of England,
reproaching her bloody and anti-social laws to his own church,
wrote: “Pope Gregory VII. decided it was no murder to kill
excommunicated persons. This rule was incorporated in the canon
law. During the revision of the code, which took place in the 16th
century, and which produced a whole volume of corrections, the
passage was allowed to stand. It appears in every reprint of the
Corpus Juris. It has been for 700 years, and continues to be, part of
the ecclesiastical law. Far from being a dead letter, it obtained a new
application in the days of the Inquisition; and one of the later Popes
has declared that the murder of a Protestant is so good a deed that
it atones, and more than atones, for the murder of a Catholic.”—The
London Times, July 20th, 1872.
In the last council of the Vatican, has the Church of Rome
expressed any regret for having promulgated and executed such
bloody laws? No! On the contrary, she has anathematized all those
who think or say that she was wrong when she deluged the world
with the blood of the millions she ordered to be slaughtered to
quench her thirst for blood; she positively said that she had a right
to punish those heretics by tortures and death.
Those bloody and anti-social laws, were written on the banners of
the Roman Catholics, when slaughtering 100,000 Waldenses in the
mountains of Piedmont, and more than 50,000 defenceless men,
women and children in the city of Bezieres. It is under the inspiration
of those diabolical laws of Rome, that 75,000 Protestants were
massacred, the night and following week of St. Bartholomew.
It was to obey those bloody laws that Louis XIV. revoked the Edict
of Nantes, caused the death of half a million of men, women and
children, who perished in all the highways of France, and caused
twice that number to die in the land of exile, where they had found
a refuge.
Those anti-social laws, to-day, are written on her banners with the
blood of ten millions of martyrs. It is under those bloody banners
that 6,000 Roman Catholic priests, Jesuits and bishops, in the United
States, are marching to the conquest of this Republic, backed by
their seven millions of blind and obedient slaves.
Those laws, which are still the ruling laws of Rome, were the main
cause of the last rebellion of the Southern States.
 Yes! without Romanism, the last awful civil war would have been
impossible. Jeff Davis would never have dared to attack the North,
had he not had assurance from the Pope, that the Jesuits, the
bishops, the priests and the whole people of the Church of Rome,
under the name and mask of Democracy, would help him.
These diabolical and anti-social laws of Rome caused a Roman
Catholic (Beauregard) to be the man chosen to fire the first gun at
Fort Sumter, against the flag of Liberty, on the 12th of April, 1861.
Those antichristian and anti-social laws caused the Pope of Rome to
be the only crowned prince in the whole world, so depraved as to
publicly shake hands with Jeff Davis, and proclaim him President of a
legitimate government.
These are the laws which led the assassins of Abraham Lincoln to
the house of a rabid Roman Catholic woman, Mary Surratt, which
was not only the rendezvous of the priests of Washington, but the
very dwelling-house of some of them.
That woman, gifted by God to be an angel of peace and mercy on
earth, was changed by those laws into a bloodthirsty tigress; for she
had smelt the blood which, everywhere, comes from the robe, the
hands and the lips of the priest of Rome.
Those bloody and infernal laws of Rome nerved the arm of the
Roman Catholic, Booth, when he slaughtered one of the noblest men
God has ever given to the world.
Those bloody and anti-social laws of Rome, after having covered
Europe with ruins, tears and blood, for ten centuries, have crossed
the oceans to continue their work of slavery and desolation, blood
and tears, ignorance and demoralization, on this continent. Under
the mask and name of Democracy, they have raised the standard of
rebellion of the South against the North, and caused more than a
half million of the most heroic sons of America to fall on the fields of
carnage.
In a very near future, if God does not miraculously prevent it,
those laws of dark deeds and blood will cause the prosperity, the
rights, the education, and the liberties of this too confident nation,
to be buried under a mountain of smoking and bloody ruins. On the
top of that mountain, Rome will raise her throne and plant her
victorious banners.
Then she will sing her Te Deums and shout her shouts of joy, as
she did, when she heard the lamentations and cries of desolation of
the millions of martyrs burning in the five thousand auto-da-fes she
had raised in all the capitals and great cities of Europe.
 Chapter LX.

FUNDAMENTAL PRINCIPLES OF THE CONSTITUTION OF THE

UNITED STATES, DRAWN FROM THE GOSPEL OF CHRIST—
ROME CANNOT THRIVE AND STAND IN THE UNITED
STATES WITHOUT DESTROYING THEIR PRINCIPLES OF
FRATERNITY, EQUALITY AND LIBERTY, WHICH ARE THE
FOUNDATION OF THE REPUBLIC—MY FIRST VISIT TO
ABRAHAM LINCOLN TO WARN HIM OF PLOTS I KNEW
AGAINST HIM—ROMISH PRIESTS CIRCULATE THE NEWS
THAT HE WAS BORN IN THE CHURCH OF ROME—LETTER
OF THE POPE TO JEFF DAVIS—MY LAST VISIT TO THE
PRESIDENT—HIS ADMIRABLE REFERENCE TO MOSES—
WILLING TO DIE FOR HIS NATION’S SAKE.

EQUALITY AND FRATERNITY OF MEN PROCLAIMED

BY CHRIST.
“Be ye not called Rabbi. For one is your Master, even Christ. And
all ye are brethren.” (Math. 23:8.)
“God is no respecter of persons. But in every nation, he that
feareth Him and worketh righteousness is accepted with Him.” (Acts
10:34-35.)
“Jesus called them unto him and said: Ye know that the princes of
the Gentiles exercise dominion over them, and they that are great
exercise authority upon them:
“But it shall not be so among you. But whosoever will be great
among you, let him be your minister: And whosoever will be chief
among you, let him be your servant.
 “Even as the Son of Man came not to be ministered unto, but to
minister, and give his life a ransom for many.” (Math. 20:25-28.)
PRINCIPLES OF LIBERTY PROCLAIMED BY
CHRIST.
“If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed, and
ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. If the
Son shall make you free, you shall be free indeed.” (John 8:32.)
“The spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me
to preach the Gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the
broken-hearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and
recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are
bruised.” (Luke 4:18.)
“Where the Spirit of God is, there is liberty.” (2 Cor. 3:17.)
TOLERANCE AND LIBERTY OF CONSCIENCE
PROCLAIMED BY CHRIST.
“And they did not receive him (Christ) because his face was as
though he would go to Jerusalem. And when his disciples James,
and John, saw this, they said: Wilt thou that we command fire to
come down from heaven and consume them, even as Elias did?
“But he turned and rebuked them, and said: Ye know not what
spirit ye are of.
“For the Son of Man is not come to destroy man’s life, but to save
them.” (Luke 9:53-56.)
“Then Simon Peter, having a sword, drew it, and smote the high
priest’s servant, and cut off his right ear. The servant’s name was
Malchus.
“Then said Jesus unto Peter, put up thy sword into the sheath: the
cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it? For all they
that take the sword, shall perish with the sword.” (Matt. 26:52. John
18:10.)
It is no wonder that the people of Judea, filled with admiration at
these sublime doctrines of equality, fraternity, liberty and tolerance,
should exclaim. “Never man spake like this man!”
 Is it on those admirable principles that the Church of Rome is
founded? No! for she has, thousands of times, proclaimed that her
mission was to destroy them all, even if she had to wade in the
blood of those who support them.
But just as the Catholic Church is not only the very antipodes and
the most implacable enemy of those admirable doctrines and
principles, so the constitution of the United States, is the ripe fruit of
this divine seed, sown by the Son of God himself in the bosom of
humanity, eighteen hundred years ago, to save the world.
Yes, in reference to those principles of fraternity, equality, liberty
and tolerance, the constitution of the United States is to the Gospel
of Christ what the fruit is to the tree which has given it. And this is
the verdict given by the whole world, the Church of Rome excepted.
Why is it that the poor, the bruised, the wounded and the
oppressed from every land, turn their eyes, their hearts and their
steps, towards this country? It is because all the echoes of heaven
and earth have told them that the United States Republic is, par
excellence, the land of fraternity, fair-play, equality and liberty, as the
Saviour of the world has revealed them.
The Pope of Rome and his Jesuits know this better than any one.
Hence, their constant and supreme efforts to destroy this Republic.
Believing and preaching that it is their duty to exterminate the
individuals who differ from them in religion, they assume that it is
their duty to destroy the governments and the nations who refuse to
submit to their yoke, when they can do it safely.
The mission of Rome being, to teach that the inferior, the people,
must obey his superior, just as the corpse obeys the hand which
moves it, or as the stick obeys the arm which directs it, she knows
well that she cannot fulfill her mission, and attain her object so long
as this government of a free, sovereign people, stands; she is, then,
bound to oppose, paralyze and destroy that government when she
finds her opportunity.
With lynx’s eye, she watched that opportunity: and with anxiety
and rage she spied from her cradle the onward march of this young
giant Republic. She knew that it was in the bosom of every true
citizen of the United States to propagate those accursed, (by her)
principles of equality, fraternity and liberty, all over the world. She
saw that the irresistible influence of those principles were felt on the
most distant nations, as well as on the poor, miserable, Irish people,
she was keeping under her heavy and ignominious yoke; she
understood that there was a real danger for her very existence, if
those principles would continue to spread; that her slavery star
would go down as the liberty star would rise on the horizon. In a
word, Rome saw at once that the very existence of the United States
was a formal menace to her own life. Already she had seen the
chains of two millions of her Irish slaves melted at the simple touch
of the warm rays of liberty which had fallen from the stars and
stripes banners. From the very beginning, she perfidiously sowed the
germs of division and hatred between the two great sections of this
country, and she felt an unspeakable joy when she saw that she had
succeeded in dividing its South from the North, on the burning
question of slavery. She looked upon that division as her golden
opportunity. To crush one party by the other, and reign over the
bloody ruins of both, has invariably been her policy. She hoped that
the hour of her supreme triumph over this continent was come. She
ordered her elder son, the Emperor of France, to keep himself ready
to help her crush the North, by having an army in Mexico ready to
support the South, and she bade all the Roman Catholic bishops,
priests and people to enroll themselves under the banners of slavery,
by joining themselves to the party of Democracy. And everybody
knows how the Roman Catholic bishops and priests, almost to a
man, obeyed that order. Only one bishop dared to disobey. Above
everything, it was ordered to oppose the election of Lincoln at any
cost. For, from the very first day his eloquent voice had been heard,
a thrill of terror had gone through the hearts of the partisans of
slavery. The Democratic press, which was then, and is still now,
almost entirely under the control of the Roman Catholics, and the
devoted tool of the Jesuits, deluged the country with the most
fearful denunciations against him. They called him an ape; a stupid
brute, a most dangerous lunatic, a bloody monster, a merciless
tyrant, etc., etc. In a word, Rome exhausted all her resources of
language, she ransacked the English dictionary to find the most
suitable expressions to fill the people with contempt, hatred and
horror against him. But it was written in the decrees of God that the
honest Abraham Lincoln should be proclaimed President of the
United States, the 4th of March, 1861.
At the end of August, having known from a Roman Catholic priest,
whom, by the mercy of God, I had persuaded to leave the errors of
Popery, that there was a plot among them to assassinate the
President, I thought it was my duty to go and tell him what I knew,
at the same time giving him a new assurance of gratitude for what
he had done for me.
Knowing that I was among those who were waiting in the ante-
chamber, he sent immediately for me, and received me with greater
cordiality and marks of kindness than I could expect.
“I am so glad to meet you again,” he said: “you see that your
friends, the Jesuits, have not yet killed me. But they would have
surely done it, when I passed through their most devoted city,
Baltimore, had I not defeated their plans, by passing incognito, a
few hours before they expected me. We have the proof that the
company which had been selected and organized to murder me, was
lead by a rabid Roman Catholic, called Byrne; it was almost entirely
composed of Roman Catholics; more than that, there were two
disguised priests among them, to lead and encourage them. I am
sorry to have so little time to see you; but I will not let you go
before telling you that, a few days ago, I saw Mr. Morse, the learned
inventor of electric telegraphy; he told me that, when he was in
Rome, not long ago, he found out the proofs of a most formidable
conspiracy against this country and all its institutions. It is evident
that it is to the intrigues and emissaries of the pope, that we owe, in
great part, the horrible civil war which is threatening to cover the
country with blood and ruins.
“I am sorry that Prof. Morse had to leave Rome before he could
know more about the secret plans of the Jesuits against the liberties
and the very existence of this country. But do you know that I want
you to take his place and continue that investigation? My plan is to
attach you to my ambassador of France, as one of the secretaries.
In that honorable position, you would go from Paris to Rome, where
you might find, through the directions of Mr. Morse, an opportunity
of reuniting the broken threads of his researches. ‘It takes a Greek
to fight a Greek.’ As you have been twenty-five years a priest of
Rome, I do not know any man in the United States so well
acquainted as you are with the tricks of the Jesuits, and on the
devotedness of whom I could better rely. And, when once on the
staff of my ambassador, even as one of the secretaries, might you
not soon yourself become the ambassador? I am in need of Christian
men in every department of the public service, but more in those
high positions. What do you think of that?”
 “My dear President,” I answered, “I feel overwhelmed by your
kindness. Surely nothing could be more pleasant to me than to grant
your request. The honor you want to confer upon me is much above
my merit; but my conscience tells me that I cannot give up the
preaching of the Gospel to my poor French-Canadian countrymen,
who are still in the errors of Popery. For I am about the only one
who, by the Providence of God, has any real influence over them. I
am, surely, the only one the bishops and priests seem to fear in that
work. The many attempts they have made to take away my life are a
proof of it. Besides that, though I consider the present President of
the United States much above the Emperors of France, Russia, and
Austria, much above the greatest kings of the world, I feel that I am
the servant, the ambassador of One who is as much above even the
good and great President of the United States, as the heavens are
above the earth. I appeal to your own Christian and honorable
feelings to know if I can forsake the one for the other.”
The President became very solemn, and replied:
“You are right! you are right! There is nothing so great under
heaven, as to be the ambassador of Christ.”
But, then, coming back to himself, with one of his fine jokes,
which he had always ready, he added:
“Yes! yes! You are the ambassador of a greater Prince than I am;
but he does not pay you with as good cash as I would do.”
He then added: “I am exceedingly pleased to see you. However, I
am so pressed, just now, by most important affairs, that you must
excuse me if I ask you to give your place to one of my generals who
is, there, waiting for me. Please come again, to-morrow, at ten
o’clock, I have a very important question to ask you, on a matter
which has been constantly before my mind, these last few weeks.”
The next day, I was there, at the appointed hour, with my noble
friend, who said:
“I could not give you more than ten minutes, yesterday, but I will
give you twenty, to-day; I want your views about a thing which is
exceedingly puzzling to me, and you are the only one to whom I like
to speak on that subject. A great number of Democratic papers have
been sent to me, lately, evidently written by Roman Catholics,
publishing that I was born a Roman Catholic, and baptized by a
priest. They call me a renegade, an apostate, on account of that;
and they heap upon my head mountains of abuse. At first, I laughed
at that, for it is a lie. Thanks be to God, I have never been a Roman
Catholic. No priest of Rome has ever laid his hand on my head. But
the persistency of the Romish press to present this falsehood to their
readers as a gospel truth, must have a meaning. Please tell me, as
briefly as possible, what you think about that.”
 “My dear President,” I answered, “it was just this strange story
published about you, which brought me here, yesterday. I wanted to
say a word about it; but you were too busy.
“Let me tell you that I wept as a child when I read that story for
the first time. For, not only my impression is, that it is your sentence
of death; but I have from the lips of a converted priest, that it is in
order to excite the fanaticism of the Roman Catholic murderers,
whom they hope to find, sooner or later, to strike you down, they
have invented that false story of your being born in the Church of
Rome, and of your being baptized by a priest. They want by that to
brand your face with the ignominious mark of apostacy. Do not
forget that, in the Church of Rome, an apostate is an outcast, who
has no place in society, and who has no right to live.
“The Jesuits want the Roman Catholics to believe that you are a
monster, an open enemy of God and of his Church, that you are an
excommunicated man. For, every apostate is, ipso facto (by that very
fact) excommunicated. I have brought to you the theology of one of
the most learned and approved of the Jesuits of his time,
Bussambaum, who, with many others, say that the man who will kill
you will do a good and holy work. More than that, here is a copy of
a decree of Gregory VII., proclaiming that the killing of an apostate,
or an heretic and an excommunicated man, as you are declared to
be, is not murder; nay, that it is a good, a Christian action. That
decree is incorporated in the canon law, which every priest must
study, and which every good Catholic must follow.
“My dear President, I must repeat to you here what I said when in
Urbana, in 1856. My fear is that you will fall under the blows of a
Jesuit assassin, if you do not pay more attention than you have
done, till now, to protect yourself. Remember that because Coligny
was an heretic, as you are, he was brutally murdered in the St.
Bartholomew night; that Henry IV. was stabbed by the Jesuit
assassin, Revaillac, the 14th of May, 1610, for having given liberty of
conscience to his people, and that William the Taciturn was shot
dead by another Jesuit murderer, called Girard, for having broken
the yoke of the Pope. The Church of Rome is absolutely the same to-
day, as she was then; she does believe and teach, to-day, as then,
that she has the right and that it is her duty to punish by death any
heretic who is in her way as an obstacle to her designs. The
unanimity with which the Catholic hierarchy of the United States is
on the side of the rebels, is an incontrovertible evidence that Rome
wants to destroy this republic, and as you are, by your personal
virtues, your popularity, your love for liberty, your position, the
greatest obstacle to their diabolical scheme, their hatred is
concentrated upon you; you are the daily object of their
maledictions; it is at your breast they will direct their blows. My
blood chills in my veins, when I contemplate the day which may
come, sooner, or later, when Rome will add to all her other iniquities,
the murder of Abraham Lincoln.”
When saying these things to the President, I was exceedingly
moved, my voice was as choked, and I could hardly retain my tears.
But the President was perfectly calm. When I had finished speaking,
he took the volume of Bussambaum from my hands, read the lines
which I had marked with red ink, and I helped him to translate them
into English. He, then, gave me back the book, and said:
“I will repeat to you what I said at Urbana, when for the first time
you told me your fears lest I would be assassinated by the Jesuits.
‘Man must not care where and when he will die, provided he dies at
the post of honor and duty.’ But I may add, to-day, that I have a
presentiment that God will call me to him through the hand of an
assassin. Let His will, and not mine, be done!” He then looked at his
watch, and said: “I am sorry that the twenty minutes I had
consecrated to our interview have almost passed away; I will be
forever grateful for the warning words you have addressed to me
about the dangers ahead to my life, from Rome. I know that they
are not imaginary dangers. If I were fighting against a Protestant
South, as a nation, there would be no danger of assassination. The
nations who read the Bible, fight bravely on the battle-fields, but
they do not assassinate their enemies. The Pope and the Jesuits,
with their infernal Inquisition, are the only organized power in the
world which have recourse to the dagger of the assassin to murder
those whom they cannot convince with their arguments, or conquer
with the sword.
 “Unfortunately, I feel more and more, every day, that it is not
against the Americans of the South, alone, I am fighting, it is more
against the Pope of Rome, his perfidious Jesuits and their blind and
blood-thirsty slaves, than against the real American Protestants, that
we have to defend ourselves. Here is the real danger of our position.
So long as they will hope to conquer the North, they will spare me;
but the day we will rout their armies (and the day will surely come,
with the help of God), take their cities, and force them to submit;
then, it is my impression that the Jesuits, who are the principal
rulers of the South, will do what they have almost invariably done in
the past. The dagger or the pistol of one of their adepts, will do
what the strong hands of the warriors could not achieve. This civil
war seems to be nothing but a political affair to those who do not
see, as I do, the secret springs of that terrible drama. But it is more
a religious than a civil war. It is Rome who wants to rule and
degrade the North, as she has ruled and degraded the South, from
the very day of its discovery. There are only very few of the
Southern leaders who are not more or less under the influence of
the Jesuits, through their wives, family relations and their friends.
Several members of the family of Jeff Davis belong to the Church of
Rome. Even the Protestant ministers are under the influence of the
Jesuits without suspecting it. To keep her ascendency in the North,
as she does in the South, Rome is doing here what she has done in
Mexico, and in all the South American Republics; she is paralyzing,
by a civil war, the arms of the soldiers of Liberty. She divides our
nation, in order to weaken, subdue and rule it.
“Surely we have some brave and reliable Roman Catholic officers
and soldiers in our armies, but they form an insignificant minority
when compared with the Roman Catholic traitors against whom we
have to guard ourselves, day and night. The fact is, that the
immense majority of the Roman Catholic bishops, priests and
laymen, are rebels in heart, when they cannot be in fact; with very
few exceptions, they are publicly in favor of slavery. I understand,
now, why the patriots of France, who determined to see the colors
of Liberty floating over their great and beautiful country, were forced
to hang or shoot almost all the priests and the monks as the
irreconcilable enemies of Liberty. For it is a fact, which is now
evident to me, that, with very few exceptions, every priest and every
true Roman Catholic is a determined enemy of Liberty. Their
extermination, in France, was one of those terrible necessities which
no human wisdom could avoid; it looks to me now as an order from
heaven to save France. May God grant that the same terrible
necessity be never felt in the United States! But there is a thing
which is very certain; it is, that if the American people could learn
what I know of the fierce hatred of the generality of the priests of
Rome against our institutions, our schools, our most sacred rights,
and our so dearly bought liberties, they would drive them away, to-
morrow, from among us, or they would shoot them as traitors. But I
keep those sad secrets in my heart; you are the only one to whom I
reveal them, for I know that you learned them before me. The
history of these last thousand years tells us that wherever the
Church of Rome is not a dagger to pierce the bosom of a free
nation, she is a stone to her neck, and a ball to her feet, to paralyze
her and prevent her advance in the ways of civilization, science,
intelligence, happiness and liberty. But I forget that my twenty
minutes are gone long ago.
“Please accept my sincere thanks for the new lights you have
given me on the dangers of my position, and come again, I will
always see you with a new pleasure.”
My second visit to Abraham Lincoln was at the beginning of June,
1862. The grand victory of the Monitor over the Merrimac, and the
conquest of New Orleans, by the brave and Christian Farragut, had
filled every heart with joy; I wanted to unite my feeble voice to that
of the whole country, to tell him how I blessed God for that glorious
success. But I found him so busy that I could only shake hands with
him.
The third and last time I went to pay my respects to the doomed
President, and to warn him against the impending dangers which I
knew were threatening him, was on the morning of June 8th, 1864,
when he was absolutely besieged by people who wanted to see him.
After a kind and warm shaking of hands, he said:
 “I am much pleased to see you again. But it is impossible, to-day,
to say anything more than this. To-morrow afternoon, I will receive
the delegation of the deputies of all the loyal states, sent to officially
announce the desire of the country that I should remain the
President four years more. I invite you to be present with them at
that interesting meeting. You will see some of the most prominent
men of our Republic, and I will be glad to introduce you to them.
You will not present yourself as a delegate of the people, but only as
the guest of the President; and that there may be no trouble, I will
give you this card, with a permit to enter with the delegation. But do
not leave Washington before I see you again; I have some important
matters on which I want to know your mind.”
The next day, it was my privilege to have the greatest honor ever
received by me. The good President wanted me to stand at his right
hand, when he received the delegation, and hear the address
presented by Governor Dennison, the President of the convention, to
which he replied in his own admirable simplicity and eloquence;
finishing by one of his most witty anecdotes. “I am reminded in this
convention of a story of an old Dutch farmer, who remarked to a
companion, wisely, ‘that it was not best to swap horses when
crossing a stream.’”
The next day, he kindly took me with him in his carriage, when
visiting the 30,000 wounded soldiers picked up on the battle-fields of
the seven days battle of the Wilderness, and the thirty days battle
around Richmond, where Grant was just breaking the backbone of
the rebellion. On the way to and from the hospitals, I could not talk
much. The noise of the carriage rapidly drawn on the pavement was
too great. Besides that, my soul was so much distressed, and my
heart so much broken by the sight of the horrors of that fracticidal
war, that my voice was as stifled. The only thought which seemed to
occupy the mind of the President was the part which Rome had in
that horrible struggle. Many times he repeated:
“This war would never have been possible without the sinister
influence of the Jesuits. We owe it to Popery that we now see our
land reddened with the blood of her noblest sons. Though there
were great differences of opinion between the South and the North,
on the question of slavery; neither Jeff Davis nor any one of the
leading men of the Confederacy would have dared to attack the
North, had they not relied on the promises of the Jesuits, that, under
the mask of Democracy, the money and the arms of the Roman
Catholics, even the arms of France, were at their disposal, if they
would attack us. I pity the priests, the bishops and the monks of
Rome in the United States, when the people realize that they are, in
great part, responsible for the tears and the blood shed in this war;
the later the more terrible will the retribution be. I conceal what I
know, on that subject, from the knowledge of the nation; for if the
people knew the whole truth, this war would turn into a religious
war, and it would, at once, take a tenfold more savage and bloody
character. It would become merciless as all religious wars are. It
would become a war of extermination on both sides. The Protestants
of both the North and the South would surely unite to exterminate
the priests and the Jesuits, if they could hear what Professor Morse
has said to me of the plots made in the very city of Rome to destroy
this Republic, and if they could learn how the priests, the nuns, and
the monks, who daily land on our shores, under the pretext of
preaching their religion, instructing the people in their schools,
taking care of the sick in the hospitals, are nothing else but the
emissaries of the Pope, of Napoleon, and the other despots of
Europe, to undermine our institutions, alienate the hearts of our
people from our constitution, and our laws, destroy our schools, and
prepare a reign of anarchy here as they have done in Ireland, in
Mexico, in Spain, and wherever there are any people who want to be
free, etc.”
When the President was speaking thus, we arrived at the door of
his mansion. He invited me to go with him to his study, and said:
“Though I am very busy, I must rest an hour with you. I am in
need of that rest. My head is aching, I feel as crushed under the
burden of affairs which are on my shoulders. There are many
important things about the plots of the Jesuits that I can learn only
from you. Please wait just a moment, I have just received some
dispatches from General Grant, to which I must give an answer. My
secretary is waiting for me. I go to him. Please amuse yourself with
those books, during my short absence.”
Twenty-five minutes later, the President had returned, with his
face flushed with joy.
“Glorious news! General Grant has again beaten Lee, and forced
him to retreat towards Richmond, where he will have to surrender
before long. Grant is a real hero. But let us come to the question I
want to put to you. Have you read the letter of the Pope to Jeff
Davis, and what do you think of it?”
“My dear President,” I answered, “it is just that letter which
brought me to your presence again, day before yesterday. I wanted
to come and see you, from the very day I read it. But I knew you
were so overwhelmed with the affairs of your government, that I
would not be able to see you. However, the anxieties of my mind
were so, that I determined to go over every barrier to warn you
again against the new dangers and plots which I knew would come
out from that perfidious letter, against your life.
“That letter is a poisoned arrow thrown by the Pope, at you
personally; and it will be more than a miracle if it be not your
irrevocable warrant of death. Before reading it, it is true that every
Catholic could see by the unanimity of the bishops siding with rebel
cause, that their church, as a whole, was against this free
Republican government. However, a good number of liberty-loving
Irish, German and French Catholics, following more the instincts of
their noble nature, than the degrading principles of their church,
enrolled themselves under the banners of Liberty, and they have
fought like heroes. To detach these men from the rank and file of
the Northern armies, and force them to help the cause of the
rebellion, became the object of the intrigues of the Jesuits. Secret
and pressing letters were addressed from Rome to the bishops,
ordering them to weaken your armies by detaching those men from
you. The bishops answered, that they could not do that without
exposing themselves to be shot. But they advised the Pope to
acknowledge, at once, the legitimacy of the Southern Republic, and
to take Jeff Davis under his supreme protection, by a letter, which
would be read everywhere.
 “That letter, then, tells logically the Roman Catholics that you are
a bloody tyrant! a most execrable being when fighting against a
government which the infallible and holy Pope of Rome recognizes
as legitimate. The Pope, by this letter, tells his blind slaves that you
are an infamous usurper, when considering yourself the President of
the Southern States; that you are outraging the God of heaven and
earth, by continuing such a bloody war to subdue a nation over
whom God Almighty has declared, through his infallible pontiff, the
Pope, that you have not the least right; that letter means that you
will give an account to God and man for the blood and tears you
cause to flow in order to satisfy your ambition.
“By this letter of the Pope to Jeff Davis you are not only an
apostate, as you were thought before, whom every man had the
right to kill, according to the canonical laws of Rome; but you are
more vile, criminal and cruel than the horse thief, the public bandit,
and the lawless brigand, robber and murderer, whom it is a duty to
stop and kill, when we take them in their acts of blood, and that
there is no other way to put an end to their plunders and murders.
“And, my dear President, the meaning I give you of this perfidious
letter of the Pope to Jeff Davis, is not a fancy imagination on my
part, it is the unanimous explanation given me by a great number of
the priests of Rome, with whom I have had occasion to speak on
that subject. In the name of God, and in the name of our dear
country, which is so much in need of your services, I conjure you to
pay more attention to protect your precious life, and not continue to
expose it as you have done till now.”
The President listened to my words with breathless attention. He
replied:
“You confirm me in the views I had taken of the letter of the Pope.
Professor Morse is of the same mind with you. It is, indeed, the most
perfidious act which could occur under present circumstances. You
are perfectly correct when you say that it was to detach the Roman
Catholics who had enrolled themselves in our armies. Since the
publication of that letter, a great number of them have deserted
their banners and turned traitors; very few, comparatively, have
remained true to their oath of fidelity. It is, however, very lucky that
one of those few, Sheridan, is worth a whole army by his ability, his
patriotism and his heroic courage. It is true, also, that Meade has
remained with us, and gained the bloody battle of Gettysburgh. But
how could he lose it, when he was surrounded by such heroes as
Howard, Reynolds, Buford, Wadsworth, Cutler, Slocum, Sickles,
Hancock, Barnes, etc. But it is evident that his Romanism
superseded his patriotism after the battle. He let the army of Lee
escape, when it was so easy to cut his retreat and force him to
surrender, after having lost nearly the half of his soldiers in the last
three days’ carnage.
“When Meade was to order the pursuit, after the battle, a stranger
came, in haste, to the headquarters, and that stranger was a
disguised Jesuit. After a ten minutes’ conversation with him, Meade
made such arrangements for the pursuit of the enemy, that he
escaped almost untouched, with the loss of only two guns!
“You are right,” continued the President, “when you say that this
letter of the Pope has entirely changed the nature and the ground of
the war. Before they read it, the Roman Catholics could see that I
was fighting against Jeff Davis and his Southern Confederacy. But
now, they must believe that it is against Christ and his holy vicar, the
Pope, that I am raising my sacrilegious hands; we have the daily
proofs that their indignation, their hatred, their malice, against me,
are an hundredfold intensified. New projects of assassination are
detected almost every day, accompanied with such savage
circumstances that they bring to my memory the massacres of the
St. Bartholomew and the gunpowder plot. We feel, at their
investigation, that they come from the same masters in the art of
murder, the Jesuits.
“The New York riots were evidently a Romish plot from beginning
to end. We have the proofs in hand, that they were the work of
Bishop Hughes and his emissaries. No doubt can remain in the
minds of the most incredulous about that bloody attempt of Rome to
destroy New York, when he knows the easy way it was stopped. I
wrote to Bishop Hughes, telling him that the whole country would
hold him responsible for it, if he would not stop it at once. He, then,
gathered the rioters around his palace, called them his ‘dear friends,’
invited them to go back home peacefully, and all was finished! so
Jupiter of old used to raise a storm, and stop it with a nod of his
head!
“From the beginning of our civil war, there has been, not a secret,
but a public alliance, between the Pope of Rome and Jeff Davis; and
that alliance has followed the common laws of this world’s affairs.
The greater has led the smaller, the stronger has guided the weaker.
The Pope and his Jesuits, have advised, supported, and directed Jeff
Davis on the land, from the first gun shot, at Fort Sumter, by the
rabid Roman Catholic, Beauregard. They are helping him on the sea,
by guiding and supporting the other rabid Roman Catholic pirate,
Semmes, on the ocean. And they will help the rebellion when firing
their last gun to shed the blood of the last soldier of Liberty, who will
fall in this fratricidal war. In my interview with Bishop Hughes, I told
him, ‘that every stranger who had sworn allegiance to our
government by becoming a United States citizen, as himself, was
liable to be shot or hung as a perjured traitor, and an armed spy, as
the sentence of the court martial may direct. And he will be so shot
and hanged accordingly, as there will be no exchange of such
prisoners.’ After I had put this flea in the ears of the Romish bishop,
I requested him to go and report my words to the Pope. Seeing the
dangerous position of his bishops and priests when siding with the
rebels, my hope was that he would advise them, for their own
interests, to become loyal and true to their allegiance and help us
through the remaining part of the war. But the result has been the
very contrary. The Pope has thrown away the mask, and shown
himself the public partisan and the protector of the rebellion, by
taking Jeff Davis by the hand, and impudently recognizing the
Southern States as a legitimate government. Now, I have the proof
in hand that that very Bishop Hughes, whom I had sent to Rome
that he might induce the Pope to urge the Roman Catholics of the
North at least, to be true to their oath of allegiance, and whom I
thanked publicly, when, under the impression that he had acted
honestly, according to the promise he had given me, is the very man
who advised the Pope to recognize the legitimacy of the Southern
Republic, and put the whole weight of his tiara in the balance
against us, in favor of our enemies! Such is the perfidy of those
Jesuits. Two cankers are biting the very entrails of the United States,
to-day: the Romish and the Mormon priests. Both are quietly at work
to form a people of the most abject, ignorant and fanatical slaves,
who will recognize no other authority but their supreme pontiffs.
Both are aiming at the destruction of our schools, to raise
themselves upon our ruins. Both shelter themselves under our grand
and holy principles of liberty of conscience, to destroy that very
liberty of conscience, and bind the world before their heavy and
ignominious yoke. The Mormon and the Jesuit priests are equally the
uncompromising enemies of our constitution and our laws; but the
more dangerous of the two is the Jesuit—the Romish priest, for he
knows better how to conceal his hatred under the mask of friendship
and public good; he is better trained to commit the most cruel and
diabolical deeds for the glory of God.
“Till lately, I was in favor of the unlimited liberty of conscience, as
our constitution gives it to the Roman Catholics. But now, it seems
to me that, sooner or later, the people will be forced to put a
restriction to that clause towards the Papists. Is it not an act of folly
to give absolute liberty of conscience to a set of men who are
publicly sworn to cut our throats the very day they have their
opportunity for doing it? Is it right to give the privilege of citizenship
to men who are the sworn and public enemies of our constitution,
our laws, our liberties, and our lives?
“The very moment that Popery assumed the right of life and death
on a citizen of France, Spain, Germany, England, or the United
States, it assumed to be the power, in the government of France,
Spain, England, Germany, and the United States. Those states then
committed a suicidal act by allowing Popery to put a foot on their
territory with the privilege of citizenship. The power of life and death
is the supreme power, and two supreme powers cannot exist on the
same territory without anarchy, riots, bloodshed and civil wars
without end. When Popery will give up the power of life and death
which it proclaims as its own divine power, in all its theological books
and canon laws, then, alone, it can be tolerated and can receive the
privileges of citizenship, in a free country.
 “Is it not an absurdity to give to a man a thing which he is sworn
to hate, curse and destroy? And does not the Church of Rome hate,
curse and destroy liberty of conscience, whenever she can do it
safely?
“I am for liberty of conscience in its noblest, broadest, highest
sense. But I cannot give liberty of conscience to the Pope and to his
followers, the papists, so long as they tell me, through all their
councils, theologians and canon laws, that their conscience orders
them to burn my wife, strangle my children, and cut my throat when
they find the opportunity!
“This does not seem to be understood by the people, to-day. But
sooner or later, the light of common sense will make it clear to every
one, that no liberty of conscience can be granted to men who are
sworn to obey a Pope, who pretends to have the right to put to
death those who differ from him in religion.
You are not the first to warn me against the dangers of
assassination. My ambassadors in Italy, France and England, as well
as Professor Morse, have, many times, warned me against the plots
of the murderers whom they have detected in those different
countries. But I see no other safeguard against those murderers, but
to be always ready to die, as Christ advises it. As we must all die
sooner or later, it makes very little difference to me whether I die
from a dagger plunged through the heart or from an inflammation of
the lungs. Let me tell you that I have, lately, read a passage in the
Old Testament which has made a profound, and, I hope, a salutary
impression on me. Here is that passage.”
The President took his Bible, opened it at the third chapter of
Deuteronomy, and read from the 22nd to the 28th verse.
“22. Ye shall not fear them; for the Lord your God shall fight for
you.
“23. And I besought the Lord at that time, saying:
“24. O Lord God, thou hast begun to show thy servant thy
greatness, and thy mighty hand; for what God is there, in heaven or
in earth, that can do according to thy words, and according to thy
might!
 “25. I pray thee, let me go over and see the good land that is
beyond Jordan, that goodly mountain, and Lebanon.
“26. But God was wroth with me for your sakes, and would not
hear me: and the Lord said unto me, let it suffice thee: speak no
more unto me of this matter:
“27. Get thee up unto the top of Pisgah, and lift up thine eyes
westward and northward, and southward and eastward, and behold
it with thine eyes: for thou shalt not go over this Jordan.”
After the President had read these words with great solemnity, he
added:
“My Dear Father Chiniquy, let me tell you that I have read these
strange and beautiful words several times, these last five or six
weeks. The more I read them, the more, it seems to me that God
has written them for me as well as for Moses.
“Has he not taken me from my poor log cabin by the hand, as he
did of Moses in the reeds of the Nile, to put me at the head of the
greatest and the most blessed of modern nations, just as he put that
prophet at the head of the most blessed nation of ancient times?
Has not God granted me a privilege, which was not granted to any
living man, when I broke the fetters of 4,000,000 of men, and made
them free? Has not our God given me the most glorious victories
over our enemies? Are not the armies of the Confederacy so reduced
to a handful of men, when compared to what they were two years
ago; that the day is fast approaching when they will have to
surrender.
“Now, I see the end of this terrible conflict, with the same joy of
Moses, when at the end of his trying forty years in the wilderness;
and I pray my God to grant me to see the days of peace and untold
prosperity, which will follow this cruel war, as Moses asked God to
see the other side of Jordan and enter the Promised Land. But, do
you know that I hear in my soul, as the voice of God, giving me the
rebuke which was given to Moses?
“Yes! every time that my soul goes to God to ask the favor of
seeing the other side of Jordan, and eating the fruits of that peace,
after which I am longing with such an unspeakable desire, do you
know that there is a still but solemn voice, which tells me that I will
see those things only from a long distance, and that I will be among
the dead, when the nation, which God granted me to lead through
those awful trials, will cross the Jordan, and dwell in that Land of
Promise, where peace, industry, happiness and liberty will make
everyone happy, and why so? Because he has already given me
favors which he never gave, I dare say, to any man in these latter
days.
“Why did God Almighty refuse to Moses the favor of crossing the
Jordan, and 'entering the Promised Land? It was on account of his
own nation’s sins! That law of divine retribution and justice, by
which one must suffer for another, is surely a terrible mystery. But it
is a fact which no man who has any intelligence and knowledge can
deny. Moses, who knew that law, though he probably did not
understand it better than we do, calmly says to his people: ‘God was
wroth with me for your sakes.’
“But, though we do not understand that mysterious and terrible
law, we find it written in letters of tears and blood wherever we go.
We do not read a single page of history, without finding undeniable
traces of its existence.
“Where is the mother who has not shed tears and suffered real
tortures, for her children’s sake?
“Who is the good king, the worthy emperor, the gifted chieftain,
who have not suffered unspeakable mental agonies, or even death,
for their people’s sake?
“Is not our Christian religion the highest expression of the wisdom,
mercy and love of God! But what is Christianity if not the very
incarnation of that eternal law of divine justice in our humanity?
“When I look on Moses, alone, silently dying on the Mount Pisgah,
I see that law, in one of its most sublime human manifestations, and
I am filled with admiration and awe.
“But when I consider that law of justice, and expiation in the
death of the Just, the divine Son of Mary, on the mountain of
Calvary, I remain mute in my adoration. The spectacle of the
crucified one which is before my eyes, is more than sublime, it is
divine! Moses died for his people’s sake, but Christ died for the
whole world’s sake! Both died to fulfill the same eternal law of the
divine justice, though in a different measure.
“Now, would it not be the greatest of honors and privileges
bestowed upon me, if God, in his infinite love, mercy and wisdom,
would put me between his faithful servant, Moses, and his eternal
Son, Jesus, that I might die as they did, for my nation’s sake!
“My God alone knows what I have already suffered for my dear
country’s sake. But my fear is that the justice of God is not yet paid:
When I look upon the rivers of tears and blood drawn by the lashes
of the merciless masters from the veins of the very heart of those
millions of defenceless slaves, these two hundred years: When I
remember the agonies, the cries, the unspeakable tortures of those
unfortunate people to which I have, to some extent, connived with
so many others, a part of my life, I fear that we are still far from the
complete expiation. For the judgments of God are true and
righteous.
“It seems to me that the Lord wants, to-day, as he wanted in the
days of Moses, another victim—a victim which he has himself
chosen, anointed and prepared for the sacrifice, by raising it above
the rest of his people. I cannot conceal from you that my impression
is that I am the victim. So many plots have already been made
against my life, that it is a real miracle that they have all failed,
when we consider that the great majority of them were in the hands
of skillful Roman Catholic murderers, evidently trained by Jesuits.
But can we expect that God will make a perpetual miracle to save
my life? I believe not. The Jesuits are so expert in those deeds of
blood, that Henry IV. said that it was impossible to escape them, and
he became their victim, though he did all that could be done to
protect himself. My escape from their hands, since the letter of the
Pope to Jeff Davis has sharpened a million of daggers to pierce my
breast, would be more than a miracle.
“But just as the Lord heard no murmur from the lips of Moses,
when he told him that he had to die, before crossing the Jordan, for
the sins of his people, so I hope and pray that he will hear no
murmur from me when I fall for my nation’s sake.
 “The only two favors I ask of the Lord, are, first, that I may die for
the sacred cause in which I am engaged, and when I am the
standard-bearer of the rights and liberties of my country.
“The second favor I ask from God, is that my dear son, Robert,
when I am gone, will be one of those who lift up that flag of Liberty
which will cover my tomb, and carry it with honor and fidelity, to the
end of his life, as his father did, surrounded by the millions who will
be called with him to fight and die for the defence and honor of our
country.”
Never had I heard such sublime words. Never had I seen a human
face so solemn and so prophet-like as the face of the President,
when uttering these things. Every sentence had come to me as a
hymn from heaven, reverberated by the echoes of the mountains of
Pisgah and Calvary. I was beside myself. Bathed in tears, I tried to
say something, but I could not utter a word.
I knew the hour to leave had come, I asked from the President
permission to fall on my knees, and pray with him that his life might
be spared; and he knelt with me. But I prayed more with my tears
and sobs than with my words.
Then I pressed his hand on my lips and bathed it with my tears,
and with a heart filled with an unspeakable desolation, I bade him
Adieu! It was for the last time!
For the hour was fast approaching when he was to fall by the
hand of a Jesuit assassin, for his nation’s sake.
 Chapter LXI.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN A TRUE MAN OF GOD, AND A TRUE

DISCIPLE OF THE GOSPEL—HIS ASSASSINATION BY
BOOTH—THE TOOL OF THE PRIESTS—MARY SURRATT’S
HOUSE—THE RENDEZVOUS AND DWELLING PLACE OF THE
PRIESTS—JOHN SURRATT SECRETED BY THE PRIESTS
AFTER THE MURDER OF LINCOLN—THE ASSASSINATION
OF LINCOLN KNOWN AND PUBLISHED IN THE TOWN
THREE HOURS BEFORE ITS OCCURRENCE.

Every time I met President Lincoln, I wondered how such

elevation of thought and such childish simplicity could be found in
the same man. After my interviews with him, many times, I said to
myself: “How can this rail-splitter have so easily raised himself to the
highest range of human thought and philosophy?”
The secret of this was, that Lincoln had spent a great part of his
life at the school of Christ, and that he had meditated his sublime
teachings to an extent unsuspected by the world. I found in him, the
most perfect type of Christianity I ever met.
Professedly, he was neither a strict Presbyterian, nor a Baptist, or
a Methodist; but he was the embodiment of all which is more perfect
and Christian in them. His religion was the very essence of what God
wants in man. It was from Christ himself, he had learned to love his
God and his neighbor, as it was from Christ he had learned the
dignity and the value of man. “Ye are all brethren, the children of
God,” was his great motto.
 It was from the Gospel that he had learned his principles of
equality, fraternity and liberty, as it was from the Gospel he had
learned that sublime, childish simplicity, which, alone, and forever,
won the admiration and affection of all those who approached him. I
could cite many facts to illustrate this, but I will give only one, not to
be too long: It is taken from the memoirs of Mr. Bateman,
Superintendent of Public Instruction for the State of Illinois.
“Mr. Lincoln paused; for long minutes, his features surcharged
with emotion. Then, he rose and walked up and down the reception-
room, in the effort to retain, or regain his self-possession. Stopping,
at last, he said, with a trembling voice, and his cheeks wet with
tears:
“‘I know there is a God, and that He hates injustice and slavery. I
see the storm coming, and I know that His hand is in it. If He has a
place and work for me, and I think He has, I believe I am ready! I
am nothing, but truth is everything! I know I am right, because I
know that liberty is right; for Christ teaches it, and Christ is God. I
have told them that a house divided against itself cannot stand, and
that Christ and reason say the same thing, and they will find it so.
“‘Douglas does not care whether slavery is voted up or down. But
God cares, and humanity cares, and I care. And with God’s help, I
will not fail. I may not see the end, but it will come, and I shall be
vindicated; and those men will see that they have not read their
Bible right!
“‘Does it not appear strange that men can ignore the moral aspect
of this contest. A revelation could not make it plainer to me that
slavery, or the Government, must be destroyed. The future would be
something awful, as I look at it, but for this ROCK on which I stand
(alluding to the Gospel book he still held in his hand). It seems as if
God had borne with slavery until the very teachers of religion had
come to defend it from the Bible, and to claim for it a divine
character and sanction. And now the cup of iniquity is full, and the
vials of wrath will be poured out.’”
Mr. Bateman adds: “After this, the conversation was continued for
a long time. Everything he said was of a very deep, tender and
religious tone, and all was tinged with a touching melancholy. He
repeatedly referred to his conviction ‘that the day of wrath was at
hand,’ and that he was to be an actor in the struggle which would
end in the overthrow of slavery, though he might not live to see the
end.
“After further reference to a belief in Divine Providence, and the
fact of God, in history, the conversation turned upon prayer. He
freely stated his belief in the duty, privilege and efficacy of prayer;
and he intimated, in no unmistakable terms, that he had sought, in
that way, the divine guidance and favor.”
The effect of this conversation upon the mind of Mr. Bateman, a
Christian gentleman, whom Mr. Lincoln profoundly respected, was to
convince him that Mr. Lincoln had, in his quiet way, found a path to
the Christian stand-point; that he had found God, and rested on the
eternal truth of God. As the two men were about to separate, Mr.
Bateman remarked:
“I had not supposed that you were accustomed to think so much
upon this class of subjects; certainly your friends, generally, are
ignorant of the sentiments you have expressed to me.”
He quickly replied: “I know they are, but I think more on these
subjects than upon all others, and I have done so for years; and I
am willing you should know it.”—The Inner Life of Lincoln, by
Carpenter, pages 193-195.
More than once, I felt as if I were in the presence of on old
prophet, when listening to his views about the future destinies of the
United States. In one of my last interviews with him, I was filled with
an admiration which it would be difficult to express, when I heard
the following views and predictions:
“It is with the southern leaders of this civil war, as with the big
and small wheels of our railroad cars. Those who ignore the laws of
mechanics are apt to think that the large, strong and noisy wheels
that they see, are the motive power, but they are mistaken. The real
motive power is not seen; it is noiseless and well concealed in the
dark, behind its iron walls. The motive power are the few well
concealed pails of water heated into steam, which is itself directed
by the noiseless, small, but unerring engineer’s finger.
 “The common people see and hear the big, noisy wheels of the
Southern Confederacy’s cars, they call them Jeff Davis, Lee, Toombs,
Beauregard, Semmes, etc., and they honestly think that they are the
motive power, the first cause of our troubles. But it is a mistake. The
true motive power is secreted behind the thick walls of the Vatican,
the colleges and schools of the Jesuits, the convents of the nuns and
the confessional boxes of Rome.
“There is a fact which is too much ignored by the American
people, and with which I am acquainted only since I became
President; it is that the best, the leading families of the South, have
received their education in great part, if not in whole, from the
Jesuits and the nuns. Hence those degrading principles of slavery,
pride, cruelty, which are as a second nature among so many of those
people. Hence that strange want of fair play, humanity; that
implacable hatred against the ideas of equality and liberty, as we
find them in the Gospel of Christ. You do not ignore that the first
settlers of Louisiana, Florida, New Mexico, Texas, South California
and Missouri, were Roman Catholics, and that their first teachers
were Jesuits. It is true that those states have been conquered or
bought by us since. But Rome had put the deadly virus of her anti-
social and anti-christian maxims into the veins of the people before
they became American citizens. Unfortunately the Jesuits and the
nuns have in great part remained the teachers of those people since.
They have continued, in a silent, but most efficacious way, to spread
their hatred against our institutions, our laws, our schools, our rights
and our liberties, in such a way, that this terrible conflict became
unavoidable, between the North and the South. As I told you before,
it is to Popery that we owe this terrible civil war.
“I would have laughed at the man who would have told me that,
before I became the President. But Professor Morse has opened my
eyes on that subject. And, now, I see that mystery; I understand
that engineering of hell which, though not seen, nor even suspected
by the country, is putting in motion the large, heavy and noisy
wheels of the state cars of the Southern Confederacy.
“Our people is not yet ready to learn and believe those things, and
perhaps it is not the proper time to initiate them to those dark
mysteries of hell; it would throw oil on a fire which is already
sufficiently destructive.
“You are almost the only one with whom I speak freely on that
subject. But sooner or later, the nation will know the real origin of
those rivers of blood and tears, which are spreading desolation and
death everywhere. And, then, those who have caused those
desolations and disasters will be called to give an account of them.
“I do not pretend to be a prophet. But though not a prophet, I see
a very dark cloud on our horizon. And that dark cloud is coming from
Rome. It is filled with tears of blood. It will rise and increase, till its
flanks will be torn by a flash of lightning, followed by a fearful peal
of thunder. Then a cyclone such as the world has never seen, will
pass over this country, spreading ruin and desolation from north to
south. After it is over, there will be long days of peace and
prosperity: for Popery, with its Jesuits and merciless Inquisition, will
have been forever swept away from our country. Neither I nor you,
but our children, will see those things.”
Many of those who approached Abraham Lincoln felt that there
was a prophetic spirit in him, and that he was continually walking
and acting with the thought of God in his mind, and had only in view
to do his will and work for his glory. Speaking of the slaves, he said,
one day, before the members of his cabinet:
“I have not decided against a proclamation of liberty to the slaves,
but I hold the matter under advisement. And I can assure you that
the subject is on my mind, by day and by night, more than any
other. Whatever shall appear to be God’s will, I will do.”—Six Months
in the White House, by Carpenter, page 86.
A few days before that proclamation, he said, before several of his
counsellors:
“I made a solemn vow before God, that if General Lee was driven
back from Pennsylvania, I would crown the result by the declaration
of freedom to the slaves.”—Six Months in the White House.
But I would have volumes to write, instead of a short chapter,
were I to give all the facts I have collected of the sincere and
profound piety of Abraham Lincoln.
 I cannot, however, omit his admirable and solemn act of faith in
the eternal justice of God, as expressed in the closing words of his
last inaugural address of the 4th of March, 1865.
“Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty
scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it
continue until all the wealth piled by the bondman’s 250 years of
unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn by
the lash shall be paid by another drawn by the sword, as was said
3,000 years ago, so, still, it must be said: ‘The judgments of the
Lord are true and righteous altogether.’”
These sublime words, falling from the lips of the greatest Christian
whom God ever put at the head of a nation, only a few days before
his martyrdom, sent a thrill of wonder through the whole world. The
God-fearing people and the upright of every nation listened to them
as if they had just come from the golden harp of David. Even the
infidels remained mute with admiration and awe. It seemed to all
that the echoes of heaven and earth were repeating that last hymn,
falling from the heart of the noblest and truest Gospel man of our
days: “The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.”
The 6th of April, 1865, President Lincoln was invited by General
Grant to enter Richmond, the capital of the rebel states, which he
had just captured. The ninth, the beaten army of Lee, surrounded by
the victorious legions of the soldiers of Liberty, were forced to lay
down their arms and their banners at the feet of the generals of
Lincoln. The tenth, the victorious President addressed an immense
multitude of the citizens of Washington, to invite them to thank God
and the armies for the glorious victories of the last few days, and for
the blessed peace which was to follow these five years of slaughter.
But he was on the top of the mountain Pisgah, and though he had
fervently prayed that he might cross the Jordan, and enter with his
people into the Land of Promise, after which he had so often sighed,
he was not to see his request granted. The answer had come from
heaven: “You will not cross the Jordan, and you will not enter that
Promised Land, which is there, so near. You must die for your
nation’s sake!” the lips, the heart and soul of the New Moses were
still repeating the sublime words: “The judgments of the Lord are
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