Thirty Years In Hell

dness of the Rom

that, "It is not good for man to dwell alone," and our Heavenl

for when the Roman Church declares that her Priests shall not wed, they at once set up a rule for their teachers which is in violation, to not only the laws of God, but laws of man, as the silent whisperings of man's nature demands a helpmate. The heathen nations of the earth who are not acquainted with the sanctity of the marriage vow, have a longing for the companionship of the opposite sex, and thi

greater her sins become, for it is a most damnable sin to try to force man to eradicate from his bosom this everlasting and godly craving for the love of the opposite sex, and as long as "man is born of woman," just so long that inspiration will

the deeds of the unmarried cussedness of Catholicism, I would have to resort to language that would be unchaste, but I have in mind a story that was told some time ago, by a young lady, who had spent a number of years in a convent, which I wil

rs, but the fault of her parents, who had been raised to believe in the diabolical teachings of Roman Catholicism, but who did not know that these teachings were only echoes of the dark ages of paganism, therefore you will see that this poor girl's h

e gave it, which will be symbolic of the history of thousands

always some mark to distinguish a letter received from a priest, but all letters that you write and all letters that you receive, unless they bear the mark indicating that they have been sent by a priest, are carefully read, and if the contents of either the letter you write, or the one that has been written to you does not meet with the arbitrary opinion of the "mother superior," t

being opened, as the "mother superior" is instructed not to open such letters, and

r superior" gives the permission, and on the day that the priest is to arrive, this nun is excused from all duties for that day, and when the priest arrives he is shown into what is called the Retreat Parlor; and no matter how long he remains there, no one wi

these nuns are willing to submit

er this question in her own la

st has seen her somewhere in the garb of a nun and has taken a fancy to her, and whet

rlhood, and painting childish purity with the brush of immorality, and defiling everything with which it comes in contact, I then become a mad woman, and I become as a venomous serpent, wanting revenge for what has been done to me, and it seems as if I cannot remai

apter, gave an account of the sufferings of another nun, who was in the same convent with

their person in order to appease a living God, as they seem to worship a living God the same as the pagans would worship a God of stone, or a ferocious God in the form of some carnivorous beast, and in order to atone for their sins

apter, relates her experience with a sister nun, who endured self-torture, b

rch every Sunday, taking part in the high mass. Poor Sister Madeline! How many humiliations she received! How often she was censured for leaving her work unfinished when she was not able to do it, and how I have pitied her as she tried to eat the bread and dri

en after benediction. She felt more than usually weak,

' she said, 'I think our blessed

r that it might be His will to rest

o stay. I long to see my Master's face. At night, when I

have been happy here, have you

up in honor of 'Our Lady of Lourdes.' She buried her face in

lled with tears

bitter struggle. It is wrong in me to give way thus; but I cannot help it. May Our Lady pity me! I want you to promis

deline,' I answered. 'Tell me,' I continue

mise me that on the anniversary of the feast of St. Mary Magd

his and she seeme

' She shuddered as she spoke. 'And oh! I do hope the dear

, 'purgatory is better than hell and ou

ecially after the mortifications I have practiced here, the discipline I have applied to myself, the days I have abstained from food, the prayers I have offered, the tears I have shed; and now, as

sk, do you call an

ene Adelaide, c

chair and knelt

nd oh!' she continued, her voice now choked with sobs, 'if only I could have my mother near me; if only I could hear her voice once more; it is so long sin

will intercede for you. Remember, in coming here your purpose, even as mine, was to make reparation for sin. You and I have

ister Magdalene Adelaide, but oh, I am so

for they were all cut, festered and bruised; a fearful suspicion took possession of me, and, stooping down, I picked up her infirmary shoes. On examination I discovered in them pieces of broken glass; a thrill akin to horror ran through my whole frame. I held the shoes in my hands and looked at the pale, suffering face of Adeline as she lay there on her bed, and this evening the whole scene rises before me-the little in

mption running and coursing through your veins, that, in spite of all the teachings and practices of self-denial in the convent life in which you had lived so many years, yet, when the hour of death drew nigh and your soul was hovering on the borders of the unknown eternity, your thoughts once more went back to the old home-scenes, and you longed, as only a child can, for the sight of a mother's face, the sound of a mother's voice, the cool, soothing touch of a mother's hand passing over your brow? They tried to crush down the natural love that God placed in your heart for your mother, but they could not. The use of the discipline caused the blood to flow and gave you physical suffering; fasting and long prayers made you weak, and thus incapable of exercising will-power; and, when no other eye but God's was upon you, when struggling wi

my communions, and at the sacrifice of the Mass. I spoke to her of the mercy and compassion of Mary, the 'Mother of Sorrows,' and tried to give her hope by pointing to her as mediator between her soul and Christ, but I could see that she receiv

ell rang out at 4:30 o'clock, arousing the inmates. The quietness and deep stillness still remained throughout the institution, the sisters and

ve just written about, was raised to believe that the teachings of Catholicism were right and the only road that lead to eternal glory; therefore I look with pity and compassion upon those black-garbed nuns when I be

black as the shadows of hell, but I deem it unnecessary, as I have confidence in those who may read this book that they will

her priestcraft shall not wed, just so long the priestcraft will remain vult

ur convents are brought up from childhood to believe in the absurdities of Roman Catholicism, and

ten, and I sincerely believe that the time is not far distant when Protestant America will demand that Catholicism shall do away with her monasteries and nunneries, unless she submits to a rigid examination of her actions, and whenever she submits it will be becaus

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