IN his account of the Mexicans, Abbé Raynal says—“They had a piece of superstition, of which no traces can be found in any other country. On certain days, the priests made a statue of paste, which they sent to the oven to be baked: they then placed it on an altar, where it became a divinity! Innumerable crowds flocked to the temple; the priest cut the statue in pieces, and distributed a portion of it to all the persons in the assembly, who ate it, and thought they were sanctified by swallowing their god!
Did the Abbé forget the rites of his own religion, when he observes—“No traces of this superstition can be found in any other country?” Is not all this only a simple description of the nonsense of Transubstantiation? The recital of history frequently, when applied to our own times, forms the severest satire.
Ridley, Bishop of London, (Granger observes) in his disputes with the Roman Catholic divines, forced them to acknowledge that Christ, in his last supper, held himself in his hand, and afterwards eat himself!
The same writer remarks, that almost all the martyrs in the cruel reign of Mary, died for denying the doctrine of real presence, which was made the test of what was called Heresy.