by their aid, as we all well know, has at last been completely done away with. (_Riotous applause._) Profane art in all its forms and all its seductive wiles has long since ceased. (_The audience shouts for one hour._) The vile newspapers of ancient days (_innumerable swells of booing and cat-calling_), wont to chronicle only the private and social vices of unregenerate man, now, thanks to the unremitting toil of those who had only the moral regeneration of the world in view, its true spiritual progress (_prolonged and enduring applause_), chronicle only the sweet messages of hope and cheer by which we sustain each other in our happy state--Souffle! Souffle! (_He dips his head in a pannier. The audience cheers for one hour._) Now we are not troubled with politics, armies, or any vile evidences of commercial strife and contest. (_More applause._) Nothing disturbs us in any way! Could we ask more? (_Cries of “Hear! Hear!”_) As I was saying to those dear creatures who just left, our beloved Eugenic citizens and citizenesses, we need now only concern ourselves with the simple arts of peace and pleasure as we here see manifest in this great assemblage. On you, therefore, more than on any other group which at this time could come before this august Court to testify to the Truth, Peace, Virtue, Sequacity and Docility of our present world-realm, devolves, as lineal descendants of these our great sires, the sweet task of keeping bright the memory of their great deeds. I am sure that you, my dears and dearesses, by maintaining so earnest a stand against all thought of any kind, by persisting in your aversion to moral heresies of all sorts and indeed learning and science in every form, and by your persistent and industrious mutilation and destruction of all profane facts, so long the curse of society (_loud cries of “Down with all facts!”_), will succeed--I know you will!--in keeping the world as fresh and pure and innocent as on the day it was made. (_Cries of “Yes, yes,” and “we will, we will.” Applause for one hour._) Souffle! Souffle! (_He is fed._)--Cruel, disturbing thought, that one great curse of humanity in its earlier ages must never be allowed to trouble us again. (_Immense applause._) And since, by what processes of hardy non-thinking only our revered ancestors know, profound peace has at last been reached, I caution you, O my fellow-citizens, let not a single irritating disturbing fact ever again impinge upon the sweet idealism and mental slumber which now reigns. Behold our happy Dizzards! (_They wiggle their stuffed clubs._) Could any of the so-called and boasted mental processes of former ages have produced them? (_They walk on their hands._) And our dear Zanys! (_They rattle their wind-bags._) What would our great peaceful Federation be without them? (_They beat each other over the head._) Or our graceful Nizys! (_They take up wash-boilers of souffle and ladle it right and left solemnly._) The gentility and