The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1899-04-19

strange antique prophet, come from the
far ends Of the world aud time.
"Be silent, bl4sphemer," said the
Judge. sports haye the countenance
of the Holy Father. Heaven itself hath
cursed these shrinking heretics Pah!"
he spurned the dead Jew with his foot.
The friar's bosom swelled. His head
was hot with blood
"Not heaven, but the Pope hath ours
ed them,' he retorted vehemently.
"Why doth he not Danish them from
/ l. dominions2 Nay, he knows how
neediul they are to the State. When he
cxiled them from all save the three
ties Of refuge and when the Jewish
mei chants of the seaports of the East
put our port of Ancona under a ban, so
that we could not provision ourselves,
did not His Holiness hastily recall the
Jews, confessng their value2 Which
being 30, it is love we should offer them
not hatred aud hundred degrading
edicts."
Thou shalt burn in the Forum
for this" spluttered the Judge. "Who
art thou to set tbystlt up against Gods
Vicar?"
"He Gods Vicar? Nay; am sooner
Gods Vicar. God speaks through me-"
His wan, emaciated face had grown
Tapt and shining. To the awed mob he
doomed gigantic.
This is treason and blasphemy. Ar
rest him cried the judge.
The frair faced the soldiers unfinch-
iDgly, though only the body of the old
Jew divided him from their prancing
horses.
May" he said softly, and a sweet
smile mingled with the mystery OF his
look "God is with me. He bath set
his bulwsrk OF death between you and
my life. Ye will not fight under the
banner of the Anti.Christ"
"Death to the renegade!" cried a
voice in the crowd. "He calls the Pope
Anti-Christ."
SAY, he who is not for us is against u.s.
1t is for Christ that he rules Rome? Is
it only the Jews whom he vexes? Hath
not his range for power brought the
enemy to the gates of Rome? Have not
his companies Of foreign auxiliaries
| houted our citizens? Ye know how
Rome hath suffered through the machi-
nations of his bastard son, with his
swaPgering troop of cut-throats. Is it
for Christ that he hath begotten this
terror of our streetsP"
"Down with Baccio Valori " cried a
stentorian voice, and dozen enthusiasts
tic Threats echoed the shout.
GAY, down with Bacco Valori cried
the Dominion.
"Down with Baccio Vslori repeated
the ductils crowd, its holiday humor
subtly passing into another form OF reck-
lessness. Some who loved the friar
were genuinely worked upon, others in
mad, vicious mood were ready for a
division. A few and these the loudest,
were swashbucklers and cut-purses.
"AY, but not Baccio Valori alone +"
Numbered Fra Giuseppe. "Down with
all those bastard growths that flourish in
the capital of Christendom. Down with
all that hell spawn, which is the denial
of Christ; down with the Pardoner !!
God is no tradesman that he should
chatter for the forgiveness of sins. Still
ess-oh, blashphemy of sins undone.
Our lady wants none of your wax
candles. 1t is a white heart, it is the
fame of pure soul that the Virgin
Mother asks for. Away with your beads
and murmuries, your paternoters and
genuhections Away with your carni-
walls, your goddess farewells to meat
Ye are all foul. This is no city Of God,
it is city OF hired braves and adulter-
GUS denominations and gluttonous feasts,
and the lust of the eye, and the pride of
the flesh. Down with the foul-blooded
cardinal, who gossip at the altar, and
borrows money of the despised Jews for
his secret sins Down with the monk
whose missa is Boccaccio Down with
Gods Vicegerent who trsffics in cardi
nails hats, who dare not take the Euchar-
ist without a pretasteT, who is all absorb
ed in profane Greek texts, in cunning
jewel work, in political mapeuvers and
domestic intrigues, who comes caracol-
ing in crimson and velvet upon his
proud Neapolitan barb, with his bare
headed cardinsls aud his hundred glitter
ing hOrsemen. He, the representative
OF the meek Christ, who rode upon an
ass, and said, Sell that thou hast and
give to the poor, and come, follow Me-
Nay" and the passion of righteousness
tore his frame and thralled his listeners,
Though he inhabit the Vatican, though
a hundred gugeCus b chops abase them
selves to kris his toe, yet proclaim here
that he is lie, a snare, a whited sepul-
chre, no protector OF the poor, no loving
father to the fatherless, no spiritual
Emperor, no Vicar OF Christ, but Anti
Christ himself"
"Down with Anti CHRISTI yelled a
pair OF Corsican cut threats.
"Down with Anti. Christi !" roaTed the
crowd, the long suppressed hatred OF the