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Elizabeth Schoffen. The Demands of Rome
The Demands of Rome
Table of Contents
PREFACE
THE DEMANDS OF ROME
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTORY
CHAPTER II
My Early Life and Schooling
CHAPTER III
My Novitiate Life
CHAPTER IV
A Virgin Spouse of Christ
CHAPTER V
My Begging Expedition
CHAPTER VI
How I Educated Myself
CHAPTER VII
Sacrament of Penance—Mass and Communion—Extreme Unction—Indulgences—Annual Retreat
CHAPTER VIII
My Trip to the General Mother House
CHAPTER IX
I Receive My Diploma for Nursing from St. Vincent's Hospital—Trouble Among the Sisters
CHAPTER X
My Removal from St. Vincent's Hospital
CHAPTER XI
Two Interesting Letters from Sisters—My Letters for Redress to Archbishop Christie
CHAPTER XII
My Emancipation
CHAPTER XIII
I Quit the Roman Catholic Church
CHAPTER XIV
Form for Dispensation of the "Holy" Vows—My Suit and Settlement With the Sisters of Charity
CHAPTER XV
My Recommendation From the Doctors of Portland—The Good Samaritan—I Affiliate With a Protestant Church—My New Work
CHAPTER XVI
My "Advertisement" in the Catholic Sentinel
CHAPTER XVII
The Care of Old Sisters by the Roman Catholic System
CHAPTER XVIII
Conclusion
APPENDIX
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Elizabeth Schoffen
Her Own Story of Thirty-One Years as a Sister of Charity in the Order of the Sisters of Charity of Providence of the Roman Catholic Church
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When I was eleven years old, my mother and the priest decided that it was time for me to go to the convent school to learn my catechism, confession, my first communion, the rosary—my religion. In fact, during the three years I attended this school, that was about all I learned. True, there were classes of reading, spelling and arithmetic, but the books I used in these studies were of a lesser grade than those I used during the short time I went to the public school. By the order of the sister who taught arithmetic, I had to teach smaller children what little arithmetic I learned from blackboard study in the public school, having my class in the back of the room we occupied. The sister who taught reading (Sister Agnes) told us that before she came to that school to teach, she had been a cook in an Indian Mission. Well qualified, wasn't she? The catechism teacher (Sister Mary Rosary) taught sewing and catechism alternately, in that part of the building known as the wash-house.
Three years of my life were wasted in this manner, learning practically nothing but Roman Catholic catechism and pagan religion. Three years of just that time of a child's life which should be spent laying the foundation for something nobler and grander.
