hat to a certain extent the ordinances of what are called churches are good.
Understand me, I would never join one of those petty despotisms which usurp in our day the name of a Christian Church.
I would never put my neck into that yoke of ignorance and superstition led by a Yankee Pope, and give my good name as a football for their spleen and bigotry.
That lesson I learned of my father long before boyhood ceased.
I could never see any essential difference between the one portentious Roman Pope and the thousand petty ones who ape him in our pulpits.
In the fervor of the Reformation, men dreamed they were getting rid of the claim to infallibility and the right to excommunicate.
But the Protestant Church, in consequence of the original sin of its constitution, soon lapsed into the same dogmatism and despotism.
Indeed, Macaulay does not seem to believe that there ever was any real intent in the Reformers to surrender these prerogatives.
The scheme was, he says, merely to rob the