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130 WILLY BURKE; OR,<br />
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itself to his vanity, which was, after all, his prevail<strong>in</strong>g<br />
foible. Artfully and <strong>in</strong>sidiously had they w<strong>or</strong>ked upon<br />
this strong characteristic of his, until they got him persuaded<br />
that it was actually degrad<strong>in</strong>g f<strong>or</strong> a young lad<br />
like him to be so entirely under the control of a priest<br />
" a mere m<strong>or</strong>tal like himself "; and, then, confession<br />
why, <strong>in</strong> the name of everyth<strong>in</strong>g reasonable, how could<br />
one man expect that another had power to<br />
s<strong>in</strong>s ? Did not that belong to God alone ?<br />
f<strong>or</strong>give his<br />
And if he<br />
gave such auth<strong>or</strong>ity to another, to one of his creatures,<br />
would it not be mak<strong>in</strong>g that creature like unto himself<br />
<strong>in</strong> power ? " Do you not remember, Peter", would the<br />
lady <strong>or</strong> gentleman add, " how God had styled himself i a<br />
jealous God 9<br />
f and, as such, th<strong>in</strong>k you he would <strong>in</strong>vest<br />
these priests of the Romish Church, one and all, with<br />
one of his own Div<strong>in</strong>e attributes ? No, no, impossible I.<br />
absurd !"<br />
Alas ! f<strong>or</strong> po<strong>or</strong> Peter—all unmeet was he to wrestle<br />
with the tempter ; it was not f<strong>or</strong> him, ign<strong>or</strong>ant as his m<strong>in</strong>d<br />
was concern<strong>in</strong>g " the faith delivered to the sa<strong>in</strong>ts "; and<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g unable to detect the misrepresentation, and the<br />
(perhaps wilful) perversion of the sacred text, he knew not<br />
what to say. Fa<strong>in</strong> would he have stood up f<strong>or</strong> the faith<br />
of his fathers, the faith (if such it might be called) of his<br />
own earlier years, but he knew not how to defend it. He<br />
had voluntarily thrown himself <strong>in</strong>to temptation, and the<br />
armour that might have enabled him to resist its attack<br />
was no longer his. His faith, alas ! was weak and totter<strong>in</strong>g—his<br />
vanity exceed<strong>in</strong>g strong, and he fell by degrees<br />
<strong>in</strong>to the pit prepared f<strong>or</strong> him. Yet not all at once was<br />
wrought the dread change ;<br />
dur<strong>in</strong>g many a hard encounter<br />
with the united f<strong>or</strong>ces of the enemy he had endea-