all rhymes

all rhymes

all rhymes

a pope
who says no to a rope

and who says no to dope
as he can no longer with all this business of sin
against everybody's next of kin cope

then there is a pope
who chokes on a fly in his wine

then there is a hun or is it his secret sister
the nun from Basingstoke who prayed
so much that another pope got over it a stroke

and there is also many a story not exactly
to God's glory, where a pope says nope
to holy truth
and supports in heresy many a lie about
Jesus and His holy family and who does Jesus
even His own papacy deny as he does God
out of principle through the selfish amendments
of His commandments defy

o, what a muddle and muddy murky
water puddle instead of a holy see
as Jesus never wanted a church
with a membership fee

and certainly He did never ever want
His spiritual church ruled by many a hidden pagan magic delusional
and with greed and power and heretical creed obsessed wand -

and therefore Jesus Christ lets now every desecrated
by the Anti-Christ invaded and desecrated
church ship in its own dead shore strand
and will redistribute for the needy from the seedy
a lucky dip from all its piratery that is simply stolen from the
poorest of the poor's every already purposefully
and systematically plundered treasury that with the help
of Captain Hook the Goliaths disguised as the seven dwarfs
brought over the hills from the hinterland

all rhymes eventually
and makes sense to those, who are faithful
to Iesous Christos, God's beloved Holy Rose
as they share all their gifts for free and
never wanted for the spiritual church of Christ
a membership fee and although they also love
a game with a tee they do believe in Jesus'
true family tree and are rooted in Jesse
und gehen auch in aller Herren Laender
peacefully - Gott zum Grusse! - zu Fusse
zur Messe

and they know that in the sanctuary there
can only be a terrible tristesse and big bloody
mess, if the bread and wine are blessed by
a self-appointed and man- or worse anointed
self-professed wannabe-priestesse as that
is a desecration of the highest and does not
at all speak of heavenly and a sacred and kind
heart's noblesse - that is simple betrayal of the
one holy nation and from God strayal and the
highest ever from heavenly ladder fall

and this is for the return to God's true family
house in repentance, obedience and humility
on Christ's path spiritually and that for His
 religious community their last call in unity and harmony
and peace to accept also Mary Magdala
as His legitimate wife officially and their children
Jacob and Zara-Zarai into His holy family, so that
all can live together happily and in dignity
forevermore, for eternity.

all will be good anyway as Jesus will simply
shine over the world with His Infinite Light's ray
and those, who do not want God in their midst
simply will go back in their mind into their own
created hell's grind and back in their dreams
into the clay, as once too often have they
tried to kill Him off and His holy family
or to make a Golem or with a voodoo doll
to put on them a curse and on every holy soul,
who only ever tries to fulfill on earth their holy role

and so, all who still choose God to betray
will loose their lives in terms of eternity and
will find unanswered in the darkness their
silent screams in their dreams because every
 soul that God His very existence purposefully denies
and to sing unto Him harkness,
or that spreads about Jesus lies and His holy truth defies
will find no peace and not know any joy at night
or in the day as for far too long did man exercise
control and used his say only ever to feed his
own greed and to multiply his own power and
possession through weed and manipulating
in his own favour the original by Jesus clearly
lived creed

and eventually all books stolen by spiritual
and greedy and seedy crooks will emerge or
rewritten by heavenly scribes at Jesus' kitchen
hearth as He has the foolproof recipe for ink
that never does into lowest untruth sink

and He does no longer from a poisonous chalice
with a king of the night kind of bishop
turned self-appointed knight
drink and certainly will decline any offer to recline
on the sofa of a shrink and Jesus also insists
that returned is all that has been stolen
or cheated by the representatives of every church
in His Name from the public coffer as impressed
He is clearly not that a crime like this is the
foundation for many a title that is surely
not worthy the paper it is written on of a
so-called knight or dame as once too often
has been put on His name and in His Name
all the wrong kind of fame and that fills
Him on behalf of all of the sinners with utmost
shame

but He turns now for the unrepentant
souls the table by making them see in His holy
truth, what they have done to His babies, who
did not even for their birth have a stable but still
fulfilled in every incarnation the best they could their
holy roles, and
who had nobody to stand up for them but
God and Jesus, to defend their holy family
that was always and again betrayed, and not
only in the incarnation of Boaz and Ruth

and they did not want to interfere with people's free choice
in the hope, faith and trust that they one day might still
use for the protection of every holy life their voice but
no, man stayed silent and even stabbed Mary Magdala
and Jacob and Zara-Zarai in the back with a knife
repeatedly - but no more is putting up with this
behaviour especially not by a pseudo-priory
that is blasphemously call their building with red brick
the house of 'St Saviour' to mock even Frederic's
[Barbarossa] symbol of Christ's blood represented
in this stone, as they had seen in their secret
sessions in trance and obsession all of Christ's
incarnations and in so-called Charismatic intercession
they did dance in their witches coven to ban Mary Magdala
from her own kitchen hearth's oven in the most evil
incantations on their heads with Egyptian and whatnot
pagan cone

but they will find themselves soon so very alone
as the end of the spy, who came once out of the cold to them was
in their many a vision differently foretold as Jesus used His special protection
by mind's intrusion and gave them only the illusion
that they had the power of His details' dissection and as He never
tells a lie, He will not even have any part in this dirty lame game
in their presence to deny, as once too often, ye Sisters, who abused
also the names of many a true saint, will soon at the exposure of
their dark secret also publicly faint as even a child sees that they
are fake - as we have been here before, and all holy children
and souls have landed safely with Jesus secretly already in His shore
and they can equally stare into the traitors eyes with the glare of
an evil snake

as they had to grow up sadly from being innocently
always and again led to the slaughter, especially Jacob,
Jesus and Mary Magdala's son, and Zara-Zarai, their daughter
by the same old heretical annihilators and spiritual perpetrators,
who only ever did pretend that they as a community their
Saviour and St Chad in the Whitby synod a helping hand lend.

It is not enough to be a Waltzing Mat-hilda as a nun, as
once too often you have hidden and got out even against Annie More-Donne
and her children your curses' gun ever so rough,
and have left Jesus feeling guilt-ridden because
of your own demons that are, by the way,
 written all over your faces that are sour
like bitter lemons, and let's face it, you secretly stole even Mary Magdala's laces
in many an incarnation and you tried to prey on the most loving couple's anxiety
to loose each other again by feeding purposefully their jealousy
as you did pray to the devil for them to go from each other astray with your evil
but with this betrayal of the holy family you can no longer fool even a child
as Mary Magdala is evermore obediently and in utmost humility
sitting on her eternal footstool to counteract with Jesus' help
your spiritual kelp and from God's strayal

was it really worth your soul's eternal life - is it so unthinkable
for you that Jesus Christ has a most loving and unambitious and
not at all malicious wife? Whom you always and again try to kill
and about whom you always and again all the wrong and vicious
beans to spill -

I feel only sorry for you and pray for your souls as you
are about to loose your lives by refusing to fulfill your
holy roles, and this is it - I no longer will look on, how you
treat my beloved spouse like a git with your own
golden cow shit and I will also not wait until you
pop by and try again on us your run after with your
hidden gun you hit

why do you not simply your guilt and evil part admit
in this lame game of five minutes of fame
as you won't be any longer without repentance
be listed in any Holy Rose's book of eternal life
as a holy dame?

Make to yourselves and to your hierarchy
finally sense and put your pantomime to an end
as nobody and not even you will your attitude
anymore comprehend as you are quite frankly
ever so obviously serving the devil and his
babylonian whore

and even in the danger that nobody reads
a seven page poem - you know that I have
even more pages about you in store
but for you to an end comes now your
unpunished and undetected foul play -
no more da capo and encore
as boring it really gets even to repeat
these many crimes for yours, I have
other things to do with my night and day
from now on, says Jesus to me
as we have had enough to make
Him look in His own house like a con

Eliora
who is not really interested to look like Twiggy
and I bid farewell now with greetings from
Holy Rose See free therapy pool says also
an urban wren made Mother Superior called Ziggy

Anno Domini 2nd November MMX






























 

                        

God bless you!

Mother Ziggy Agocsi, 

M.S. OHR

                                                                          

        ORDER OF THE HOLY ROSE,

A Catholic order in the Angl.-Catholic tradition 

in affiliation with Bishop Ralph Napierski in union

with the RCC

Mortal or Immortal: That is here the Question

MORTAL OR IMMORTAL:
THAT IS HERE THE QUESTION

MORTAL OR IMMORTAL -
THAT IS HERE THE QUESTION
OF A SIN THAT ONE COMMITS
DELIBERATELY AND REPEATEDLY
PURPOSEFULLY AGAINST GOD
AND JESUS AND ONE'S NEXT OF KIN.

AND IT SORT OF CREATES A STRANGE
CORD OF DESECRATED CELESTIAL HARMONY
TURNED INTO A DEATHBRINGING CACOPHONY
THAT EVERY TIME A POPE TRIES TO COUNTERACT
IN HIS INHERITED PIG-STALL THAT I CALL
THE CHURCH AFTER ITS HIGHEST HEAVENLY FALL
ALL KINDS OF CORRUPTION HIS LIFE SEEMS TO BE
QUITE SHORT AS NOBODY WANTS TO GIVE
AN ACCORD NOR RAPPORT ABOUT THEIR OWN
PART IN THIS ONGOING IMMORAL AND DEADLY
CONCOCTION OF SINS OUT OF GREED,

AS IT IS APPARENT THAT THERE WERE ONLY EVER
LESS THAN A FEW, WHO TRULY WANTED TO
SOW IN THE NAME OF JESUS IN UTMOST OBEDIENCE
TO GOD AND IN DEEPEST HUMILITY AND LOVING-KINDNESS
HIS MUSTARD SEED FOR FREE, AS TOO QUICKLY
HAS ALMOST EVERYBODY ATTACHED THEMSELVES
TO THE PRINCIPLE OF THE GOLDEN CALF AND COW
OF A MEMBERSHIP FEE. AND SPEAKING OF SELLING
ONE'S SOUL TO THE DEVIL
AS FAUSTUS ONE MIGHT THINK BACK ALSO TO
ONE JOHN DEE AND CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE,
WHO LEFT ONE TESTIMONIAL AFTER THE OTHER
OF THE ETERNAL CONDEMNED SCARECROWE.

NO MORE WITCHES' CROW AND DRUIDS' RULE,
AS ONCE TOO OFTEN WAS JESUS IN ALMOST
EVERY INCARNATION WITH MARY MAGDALA
DRIVEN OUT OF JERUSALEM ON A MULE OR SUBJECTED
TO THE KILL BY THEM,
WHO STILL REFUSE IN HEAVEN TO KISS THEIR GOD-GIVEN
LOVE'S MARITAL HEM DESPITE HAVING IN JESUS AND MARY MAGDALA'S PRESENCE
WITNESSED AND PARTAKEN ALREADY IN CANAA IN THEIR MARITAL ETERNAL BLISS;

AS SIMPLY TOO GREEDY AND SEEDY AND MEAN
ARE THE ONES, WHO REFUSE TO GOD HIS HONOUR AND PRAISE AND HIS
EVERY NAME, AND RATHER CALL HIM ALL SORTS OR JUST HASHEM, AND
WHO TREAT JESUS AND HIS FAMILY AS PLEM-PLEM, BUT OVER IS NOW
THE ILLUSIONARY POWER OF GOD'S ENEMIES HISS AS EVEN SATAN
DOES NOT TAKE FROM THE BABYLONIAN WHORE ANYMORE HER
DESECRATING PISS - EXCUSE MY FRENCH, BUT FOR FAR TOO LONG
HAVE WE BEEN SACRIFICING OUR LIVES IN VAIN FOR THOSE, WHO PUT
ON US EVEN PURPOSEFULLY THE BLAME FOR THEIR OWN SHAME AND ANY
KIND OF CHARACTER STAIN, WHILST WE WERE SLAIN IN THE TRENCH.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT EVEN GOD AND JESUS HAVE FINALLY THEIR
MEEKNESS AND PATIENCE WITH OUTGROWN WITH THE WAY, HOW
MAN AND FALLEN ANGELS GO FROM JESUS' SIMPLE COMMANDMENTS
AND FROM HIS HOLY CHURCH ASTRAY - AND SO, FOR ALL SOULS' HIGHEST
GOOD FROM NOW ON THE HOLY TRINITY WILL ONLY EVERMORE FOR THE
FAITHFUL AND LOYAL THEIR HUNGER STILL AND FEED THE MEEK WITH ONLY
THE HOLY TRUTH OF JESUS AS THE LIVING FOOD AND THE THIRST OF ALL BATTERED
SOULS FREED FROM THEIR GODLESS OPPRESSORS' SLAVERY QUENCH.

AND A LAST WORD TO THE SNOBS AND YOBS, WHO ARE SO AFRAID
IN THE INTERNATIONAL SEE OF THEIR JOBS: DID YOU KNOW THAT JESUS
AS A CARPENTER CAN ANYBODY TRAIN TO EVEN PRAY UNDER THE BLUE
DOME OF HEAVEN IN THE RAIN ON THE MEADOW OR TO BUILD GRADUALLY
INSTEAD OF A FANCY PEW WITH MUCH LOVE AND SKILL BUT WITHOUT
EXPENSIVE FRILL A NICE LITTLE GARDEN BENCH FOR GOD'S CHILDREN,
WHOM HE NOW CALLS HOME, AND YOU ONLY NEED TO LISTEN TO HIS
VOICE AND FOLLOW HIS VISUAL INSTRUCTION IN YOUR SLEEP,
AS GOD GIVES ALL TO HIS FAITHFUL IN THEIR DREAMS AND THEY
LEAD YOU INTO A JOURNEY INTO THE EPICENTRE OF YOUR HEART
EVER SO DEEP, AND HE ALSO SHOWS US, HOW TO GET SAFELY
UP THE LADDER OUT OF DARKNESS OR A CRATER, AS CLIMBING
INTO THE INFINITE LIGHT DOES ONLY EVER LOOK FOR A TRAITOR
IN

                        

God bless you!

Mother Ziggy Agocsi, 

M.S. OHR

                                                                          

        ORDER OF THE HOLY ROSE,

A Catholic order in the Angl.-Catholic tradition 

in affiliation with Bishop Ralph Napierski in union

with the RCC

Voices from the Past: Two women once upon on their way from Deptford to Charlton

Voices from the Past:
Two women once upon
on their way from
Deptford to Charlton


Honestly, that Defoe and Evelyn and Pepys - what do they know
about the likes of us. They say we have foul language and
stinking clothes and talk about us, although we

try to lead a holy life in the midst of this filth and grime,

and stay out of every single crime they treat us like spiritual pus.
And then, don't even mention that we are Catholic or even turn up
in a CoE pew - neither wants us poor women in their precious
house and disturb their party or ball, as every time I try to enter
there seems to be some evil witch chasing me out already from
the church hall - well, for poor people that kind of hell was
already in Jesus' time nothing new, only that now they leave
us outside, as only for rich people, who can pay

a gigantic membership fee, the so-called socially acceptable,
is an invitation to the table extended at the sound of the church bell.

I mean, what do they take me for - some of them might dress up like a nun
or as a priest or as a pompous knight or dame

in the latest fashion but they fake their pious facial expression
and, as we do not gossip, as MY middle name is certainly

not Dame Mad Jo Jossip or Mistress Baylonian Whore Demoness Throwing Stones

• honestly the names people have these days under Victoria -
   I myself heard the priest and even a bishop not only on one occasion

saying they have seen their worshippers in the strangest places from God straying

and even in some strange places in Brighton or Westminster before, where they

cover up under big hoods their faces – seems like the Thames has seen it all

before!

Honestly – when you see, what kind of strange people from these murky

waters drink and of sulphur stink, then you think

that you are somewhere

at the Nile, and in some abracadabra or Roman bath exile as what comes

out that river seems mainly evermore deeply into their own brine to sink

as these socialites and ever so charitable hypocrits make only use of their wits

to own as much as they possibly can of the earth grits, including every possible

cult line that they can mess with to corrupt the church whilst they spit in the mass

wine like a common swine, and, that they have been

handing out all along their eon old poison they most

certainly never ever confess and they can only keep up their show

in smoke and mirror and glow only in neon -

only simpletons like us grows in prayer strong.

Those greedy and secretly seedy philantropists, on the other hand, who

are really only ancient most moody and never in holy matrimony

legitimately broody misanthropists, want it all, and no less, and buy

themselves even a place in Westminster Abbey, well, good luck to them,

I would not want to lie in state anyway next to souls that are really

inside utmost shabby. And what these days has to witness and endure

from those so-called fine people of sold-out nobility has even a cabby -

honestly, is nobody out there anymore in the slightest pure and aims

at having a nice loving family?! Seems like from what I heard of the Romans

that they still rather toughen up their kids from baby age, and if they don't like

them subject them to the kill, and steel them

with utmost cruelty and all sorts of meanest rage and keep them even

hidden in their more or less golden cage, if they are the gift of the master

to the maid as her life-long illegitimate wage.

But, of course, in our downstairs that does not even exist as that provision

of housing and servants' care is not exactly a high priority on that particular

nobility's list these things of delicate nature are taboo as much as forbidden

for the poor is also a simple loo, as that is also only for the rich

and famous, who only ever wear for fun and not out of love and with

a heartfelt vow their wedding rings but take them bands off, as if

holy matrimony stings but, fortunately, in green pastures most lovingly

sings to me my hubby Seamous.

O, I can just hear them say – o, those Irish Catholics, o, dear, I think I faint,

as if we are the ones, who make the foggy sky over London gray!

Never mind that out of our midst comes many a finest saint but isn't it

interesting that some of the deemed Christian Nobility of

the church of hypocrisy are actually quite drawn secretly- in my

eyes sadly! - to pagan witchcraft and druidry of the Irish lore and

buy and sell their mythology and pick and mix it with all sorts of

heresy against Jesus and His holy family en galore.

Recently, I heard that they also had a go at the Jews and the gypsies -

and that from the mouth of these demoness typsies – that is really rich,

buying some bells for St Paul's or another church of Wren but crowing

as a traitor's hen at a secret society's gathering in a bloody ceremony

making a church into a den – o, you wouldn't believe, what the poor

priests, who are more or less one of us as they have been 'saved' from

the gallows in the street only to be toys for the self-appointed roys

from when they were little innocent boys, who had to endure at the hands of their

'saviours' the most unutterable rape and abuse of a whole disguised

society's hierarchy's fleet, still have to put up with from their old

oppressors, many of whom still act as confessors;

one told me in confidence that he was in utter despair at

that church leaders could even rip out what is left of a child's holy hair

that God counted even before he entered his mother's womb

and how they have no shame at all to make as many souls as they

can from holiness fall and through rape and unimaginable

manipulation also destroy a holy wife and mother and make

her heart and soul and body a tomb, instead of breathing into man

the holy spirit and nourish everybody with the living word.

Since I was little, and I am really lucky, I heard this voice in me

saying: 'Whatever somebody says to you, if you do, what they

tell you to, although I tell you it is wrong, then you will be in

the greatest ever trouble.' And I believed it without a doubt,

as that voice was so kind and did never at me shout.

But it had the utmost authority and I never questioned

its authenticity. As it was always, always right, although

I sometimes dreaded, what would come through the hand of man

as I would have to say something that would immediately

cause the greatest stir and started amongst man but only because

they tried to corrupt or conceal the truth – a mighty fight.

But at least, with Jesus' help I can sleep like a baby even in

this stinking smell and often unfriendly church bell and

living hell every single night. And I sing with my heart

and soul 'Thanks be to God and Jesus' and I have no shame

in me as they took after every confession the blame off me,

and I do not care about any Thames or other places' riches,

and I leave out of my house any druids and witches, and

am most grateful of not having to live a life of fame as

tarred and barred from a life in decency and free of sin

in her own court on earth every holy queen and dame,

as most of her next of kin want to be bad, and spread

only lies and deceit and let with numerous silent eyes

poke their noses into other people's holy family's affairs

many spies, who are full of flaws themselves and whose

only goal is to ignore God's laws and to keep out Jesus'

holy truth and that of His holy family out of the bookshelves.

Look at the Thames, so many monasteries it once held,

but did they all obey God and who is today speaking out

aloud for Jesus and is defending His spiritual church

against those from the lurch, and the latest I heard is

that they sell out even all what is left of the so-called

Holy See as all want to have their greedy share in the membership

fee. I always thought that the church should be anyway free?!

I pray that Jesus walks soon over the Thames, that'll be the day,

when He skates from Charlton to Deptford and throws

out all the traitors from His church, who wine and dine

and whore in the establishments of Maldorf-Trattoria,

Spitz-Charlton and the likes at the poorest of the poorest' cost

and bargain on enterprises that see numerous lives and souls in the

process all over the world lost, as for my liking they have been

far too long and once to often sabotaging Him even in His name

without shame from the lurch with many an unholy knight

and dame and when it went all wrong, they put even falsely

on Him also the blame.

Nah, I am happy to be in my own little world with the voice

of old that has only ever been loving and kind and led me

even in utter darkness to the Infinite light,

and God says to me: 'Be patient and persevere, as that

is a must, and be ready for my Son's return as only He brought peace

to your Father before he died and after his ashes were kept

in the urn and in Him you did always anyway trust as He showers

upon you wherever He is His truth's ray, so that it becomes

your sword of might, and you know that He is always,

always right. And you might have to put on at times

on our behalf an almighty verbal fight but it is free of violence

but full of the purple fragrance of the Violet and is full of beautiful

as well as razorsharp rhymes. But that ensures that only ever

in holy truth and peace and in dignity for all the faithful humanity

ever so sweet every consecrated by Frere Jacques church bell

chimes, and claims 'Gloria, Victoria' over every single enemy,

and so we can unite as one big family on earth from your tiny

little humble kitchen hearth and that for eternity.'

What can I say, I have all these words coming out of me, and

all my neighbours think I am mad, but at least I am not the one,

who is perpetually sad as I live in the finest company of heaven and

earth and I honoured by all saints and share gladly their every memory

in chosen anonymity as we enjoy true happiness and give thanks

to God and praise Him and Jesus in all their glory, and raise our children

as holy and bring to a good end always a by man purposefully twisted

bad story.

See, even my language that is supposed to be foul accordingly to Defoe

that ol' fool, has been made pure in my heart and soul – must be the effect

of Mary Magdalene's footstool, as she shares all her therapies for free

but stays out of the murky waters of the Thames until Jesus has made it again

clean, and meanwhile she heals all old wounds in a by Jesus personally

made bath in form of a little paddling pool. Don't know, what this really means,

but it seems there is no more left of spills of beans on those preferring to the true

spiritual church of Christ only their own frills with expensive thrills.

So, don't be surprised, if you do not see me anymore at any place of the

babylonian whore's world, as even her every dentist only ever for bloody money

into healthy teeth drills and her doctors have healthy bodies on special

money order demised – and I only ever sing for free to God's glory

with my gift of voice as I have given up for the purity and sanctity

of the Holy Eucharistic Cup any ambition to be a Queen of the Night,

which I never had anyway, I just wanted to be able to sing effortlessly

for heaven the trills. So, time is up for whatever heaven holds, if God so wills.

And only in His hands my soul to its ultimate destiny rightfully moulds, as with

a self-forged fate one's heart only ever scoulds and any once sweet love

transforms into tins of worms and bitter and foul moulds.

Only God can heal all wounds and Jesus is from now on busy consecrating

everywhere anew holy grounds, as He keeps them free from any treasure

hunting greyhounds.

A Woman on the way from Charlton to Deptford

All ye anonymous true saints:

RIP

I pray for all of thee,

and I do so for free

and refuse to pay to a desecrated house of a bat

a membership fee

Anno Domini 1^st November MMX

Deptford (pronounced /ˈdɛptfɚd/[1]) is an area on the south bank of the River Thames in south-east London. It is named after a ford of the River Ravensbourne, and from the mid 16th century to the late 19th was home to Deptford Dockyard, the first of the Royal Dockyards. This was a major shipbuilding dock and attracted Peter the Great to come and study shipbuilding. Deptford and the docks are associated with the knighting of Sir Francis Drake by Queen Elizabeth I aboard the Golden Hind,[2] the legend of Sir Walter Raleigh laying down his cape for Elizabeth,[3] Captain James Cook's third voyage aboard Resolution,[4] and the mysterious murder of Christopher Marlowe in a house along Deptford Strand.[5]
Though Deptford began as two small communities, one at the ford, and the other a fishing village on The Thames, Deptford's history and population has been mainly associated with the docks established by Henry VIII. The two communities grew together and flourished while the docks were the main administrative centre of the British Navy, and a few grand houses like Sayes Court, home to diarist John Evelyn, and Stone House on Lewisham Way were erected.



In the early 18th century, Charlton was described by Daniel Defoe as:

a village famous, or rather infamous for the yearly collected rabble of mad-people, at Horn-Fair; the rudeness of which I cannot but think, is such as ought to be suppressed, and indeed in a civiliz'd well govern'd nation, it may well be said to be unsufferable. The mob indeed at that time take all kinds of liberties, and the women are especially impudent for that day; as if it was a day that justify'd the giving themselves a loose to all manner of indecency and immodesty, without any reproach, or without suffering the censure which such behaviour would deserve at another time. (from A Tour through Great Britain)

                        

God bless you!

Mother Ziggy Agocsi, 

M.S. OHR

                                                                          

        ORDER OF THE HOLY ROSE,

A Catholic order in the Angl.-Catholic tradition 

in affiliation with Bishop Ralph Napierski in union

with the RCC