One day it was enveloped in a tempest; it marched over the abyss, and said to the frightened nations: "Why are you afraid ?" The wave of the revolutions it had excited subsided under its footsteps, and, far from engulfing it, increased its glory.

The suffering, infirm, and diseased nations pressed around it; one was limping, for the chain of the Inquisition, riveted to its foot for three centuries, had lamed it; to this one it said, "Walk!" and it walked.

Another was blind, the old Roman papistry had filled its eyes with mist and darkness; to this one it said, "Receive thy sight!" it opened its eyes and saw.

"Throw away your crutches, that is to say, your prejudices," it said; "throw away your bandages, that is to say, your superstitions; stand upright, raise your head, look at the sky, look at God.

The future is yours.