“Once more the fiend has shewn his fury against us, has armed himself with flame of fire, and has attacked the precincts of the church.  Once more our common mother has won the day, and turned back his devices on himself.  He has done nothing but advertise his hatred.…How do you not suppose the devil must be groaning to-day at the failure of his projected attempt?  Our enemy lighted his fire close to the church that he might wreck our prosperity.  The flames raised on every side by his furious blasts were streaming over all they could reach; they fed on the air round about; they were being driven to touch the shrine, and to involve us in the common ruin; but our Saviour turned them back on him who had kindled them, and ordered his madness to fall on himself.  The congregation who have happily escaped are urged to live worthily of their preservation, shining like pure gold out of the furnace.”