MARK TWAIN

Not even sects are agreed upon morals and pieties. The
Cardinal Archbishop cast-ironly forbids priests to go to
theaters, whereas in Spanish countries priests are the
main support of the hellish bullring.

The English clergy formerly rode to hounds, now they
don't. In New England they used to take part of their
salary in rum and get together on religious business and
have a time with rum and pipes—now they discourage
even the laity.

The believing Moslem knows that it is his duty to go
to Mecca on pilgrimage, even when he is going to carry
the plague to the unbelieving Europeans—and the Euro-
pean allows him to do it. The human being—with not a
single exception in the whole earth—is a fool. And to his
very marrow he is a hypocrite and a humbug.

I wish the Lord would disguise Himself in citizens cloth-
ing and make a personal examination of the sufferings of
the poor in London. He would be moved, and would do
something for them Himself.

Satan, to newcomer (with discontent): "The trouble
with you Chicago people is that you think you are the best
people in hell—whereas you are merely the

Saturday, Jan. 3, '97. The pedestal of the bronze, be-
ruffled Charles I, is well clothed in wreaths of white flow-
ers, with mottoes. This a lament by irreconcilable English
'legitimists,' to commemorate what they think was a
calamity—the beheading of Charles, Jan. 21, 1649. They
celebrate tomorrow (that apparently standing for Jan. 21
O.S.). Charles' back is toward Nelson, in the sky on his
column top; he looks down Whitehall, past the Palace
where he was executed and past the Horse Guards and
Downing Street, political executive center of the vast
British Empire, and his bronze glance strikes the great