But this charity differs infinitely in motive and in measure. The worship of God has no measure in us except our finite nature, because of His immensity. The worship of the Saints is finite, because they are creatures. The love of our neighbour begins with our kindred, and ascends continually from earth to heaven, from our homes to the heavenly court. It was well said by one who saw the truth in part that "the greatest school of mutual respect is the Catholic Church." He saw that the reverence of children to their parents, of subjects to their rulers, of people to their priests, of priests to their Bishops, of Bishops to the Head of the Church, is all one habit of mind, differing only in measure and accidental diversities. In itself it is all one habit of filial piety. A priest who is devout to the Saints will hardly be irreverent and contumacious, or critical and murmuring against his superiors. France has been infected and afflicted by a spirit of mockery against all authority, sacred or secular. England has hitherto been free. But everywhere there will be whisperers, murmurers, critics, censors, and carpers, who spare nobody, and least of all those whom they should most respect, if not for what they are, at least for the office they bear. Such minds invoke their own Nemesis. No priests are so carped at as they who
