" This work emanates from that
hotbed of sacerdotal disloyalty, St. Alban's, Holborn.
These vile books I discovered by accident carefully hidden away in
my son's bedroom. "Facilis descensus Averni!" You will easily
imagine the humiliation of a parent who, having devoted his life to
bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the heathen, finds that his own
son has fallen as low as the lowest savage. As soon as I made my
discovery, I removed him from Haverton House, and warned the
proprietor of the risk he was running by not taking better care of
his pupils. Having been summoned to a conference of missionaries in
Sydney, N.S.W., I determined to take my son with me in the hope
that a long voyage in the company of a loving parent, eager to help
him back to the path of Truth and Salvation from which he had
strayed, might cure him of his idolatrous fancies, and restore him
to Jesus.
What followed is, as I write this, scarcely credible to myself;
but however incredible, it is true. Young Lidderdale, acting no
doubt at the instigation of "Father" Ogilvie (as my son actually
called him to my face, not realizing the blasphemy of according to
a mortal clergyman the title that belongs to God alone), entered
into a conspiracy with another Romanizing clergyman, the Reverend
Oliver Dorward, Vicar of Green Lanes, Hants, to abduct my son from
his own father's house, with what ultimate intention I dare not
think.
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