Babel, and as opposite to each other as to truth and the Church. My book has been written for those who love the old Church of our Fathers in all its hoary beauty; whose hearts burn in pondering on the deep and awful mysteries of our Faith; and whose souls, filled with reverential and adoring love, wander often in fellowship with the cloystered saints of by-gone times, to enjoy for awhile the warmth of unbroken devotion in the lone lovelyness of those spots which so often surrounded our Abbeys, and served to call heavenly things to every mind, till the mercyless tornado of the Reformation swept all that was holy and all that was beautiful from the land, one mighty offering to selfishness, industrialism, and gain. And there are many men of this stamp in the land; nay, even within the pale of the Protestant Establishment; and these will look with gladness on every indeavour to aid the devotion of their fellow-men by bringing them more acquainted with the hearts and feelings of our Fathers who lived in holyer and
