It is becoming impossible for those who mix at all with their fellow-men to believe that the grace of God is distributed denominationally. Like other idealisms, patriotism varies from a noble devotion to a moral lunacy. Our clergy are positively tumbling over each other in their eagerness to be appointed court-chaplain to King Demos. A generation which travels sixty miles an hour must be five times as civilised as one which only travels twelve. It is not certain that there has been much change in our intellectual and moral adornments since pithecanthropus dropped the first half of his name. I cannot help hoping that the human race, having taken in succession every path except the right one, may pay more attention to the narrow way that leadeth unto life. It is useless for the sheep to pass resolutions in favour of vegetarianism, while the wolf remains of a different opinion. After the second century, the apologists for the priesthood are in smooth waters. Not everyone can warm both hands before the fire of life without scorching himself in the process. It is quite as easy to hypnotise oneself into imbecility by repeating in solemn tones, "Progress, Democracy, Corporate Unity," as by the blessed word Mesopotamia, or, like the Indians, by repeating the mystic word "Om" five hundred times in succession. I have lived long enough to hear the _Zeitgeist_ invoked to bless very different theories. . . . as if it were a kind of impiety not to float with the stream, a feat which any dead dog can accomplish. . . . An appendix is as superfluous at the end of the human cæcum as at the end of a volume of light literature. The "traditions of the first six centuries" are the traditions of the rattle and the feeding bottle. In speaking to me last year of the crowded waiting-lists of the Public Schools, he said: "It is no longer enough to put down the name of one's son on the day he is born, one must write well ahead of that: 'I am expecting to have a son next year, or the year after, and shall be obliged if--' The congestion is very great, in spite of the increasing fees and the supertax." Much of his journalism, by the way, has the education of his children for its excuse and its consecration--children to whom the Dean of St. Paul's reveals in their nursery a side of his character wholly and beautifully different from the popular legend. There is no greater mind in the Church of England, no greater mind, I am disposed to think, in the English nation. His intellect has the range of an Acton, his forthrightness is the match of Dr. Johnson's, and his wit, less biting though little less courageous than Voltaire's, has the illuminating quality, if not the divine playfulness, of the wit of Socrates.