quisition rolls along the streets besmeared with blood.
Would not our Master say to the chief actors in scenes [1]
like these, “Ye fools and blind!” Oh, tardy human
justice! would you take away even woman's trembling,
clinging faith in divine power? Who can roll away the
stone from the door of this sepulchre? Who—but God's [5]
avenging angel!
In times like these it were well to lift the veil on the
sackcloth of home, where weepeth the faithful, stricken
mother, and the bruised father bendeth his aching head;