The Orthodox bell solemnly pronounced , ` Eternal damnation ! eternal damnation ! ' and the Methodist shouted , invitingly , ` Room for all ! room for all ! ' '' As the spirit imitated the various calls , as only a jovial bell-sprite could , the others gave him a chime of laughter , and vowed they would each adopt some tuneful summons , which should reach human ears and draw human feet more willingly to church . `` Faith , brother , you 've kept your word and got the laugh out of us , '' cried a stout , sleek spirit , with a kindly face , and a row of little saints round his cap and a rosary at his side . `` It 's very well we are doing this year ; the cathedral is full , the flock increasing , and the true faith holding its own entirely . Ye may shake your heads if you will and fear there 'll be trouble , but I doubt it . We 've warm hearts of our own , and the best of us do n't forget that when we were starving , America -- the saints bless the jewel ! -- sent us bread ; when we were dying for lack of work , America opened her arms and took us in , and now helps us to build churches , homes and schools by giving us a share of the riches all men work for and win . It 's a generous nation ye are , and a brave one , and we showed our gratitude by fighting for ye in the day of trouble and giving ye our Phil , and many another broth of a boy . The land is wide enough for us both , and while we work and fight and grow together , each may learn something from the other . I 'm free to confess that your religion looks a bit cold and hard to me , even here in the good city where each man may ride his own hobby to death , and hoot at his neighbors as much as he will . You seem to keep your piety shut up all the week in your bare , white churches , and only let it out on Sundays , just a trifle musty with disuse . You set your rich , warm and soft to the fore , and leave the poor shivering at the door . You give your people bare walls to look upon , common-place music to listen to , dull sermons to put them asleep , and then wonder why they stay away , or take no interest when they come . `` We leave our doors open day and night ; our lamps are always burning , and we may come into our Father 's house at any hour . We let rich and poor kneel together , all being equal there . With us abroad you 'll see prince and peasant side by side , school-boy and bishop , market-woman and noble lady , saint and sinner , praying to the Holy Mary , whose motherly arms are open to high and low . We make our churches inviting with immortal music , pictures by the world 's great masters , and rites that are splendid symbols of the faith we hold .
Call it mummery if ye like , but XXXXX me ask you why so many of your sheep stray into our fold ?
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