constantly recurring sense of desolation and orphanhood. It was they who would let the world see how Christ was to be estimated at perhaps a lower standard than Confucius, and certainly as the inferior of Buddha. It was they who would one day explode the Sermon on the Mount, and substitute for it the New Morality, summed up in the motto, “Every one for himself, and the devil take the hindmost.” It had not been quite decided what word to substitute for devil, but it would be something like “reversion to original type,” “degradation of species,” “retrogression,” or some such scientific term. Meanwhile the word devil was used not as implying any theological assent to the personality of unpleasantness, but as a mere phrase like “Good-bye,” which originally, of course, was “God be with ye,” now cut short, or topped and tailed, as cooks prepare radishes. The inner schools of this society were at the time we write of engaged in preparing a list of phrases which advanced people should not be permitted to use,—an _index expurgatorius_, in which were already placed “Good-bye!” “Adieu!” “Good gracious!” “Bless me!” “Mercy on us!” “Faith!” “Oh law!” (though some were for retaining this), “Heaven send us,” “Providential escape!” and all ejaculations and expressions having their rise in “fables and lying deceits.” The use of the “big, big D.” and similar exclamations, was inhibited for gentlemen, not merely on account of vulgarity, but because such words implied some latent belief in superstitious dogmas, as Dr. Newman argues that the terrible language used by the Tuscans and Neapolitans is an evidence of the complete orthodoxy of their faith,—just as “By our Ladye,” subjected to an abbreviating process, is in the modern vernacular of the vulgar, a relic of Mariolatry, of which even our enfranchised and much voting mechanics have not yet divested themselves. CHAPTER XI. TEA AND ANARCHY. Opinions, like showers, are generated in high places, but they invariably descend into low ones.—_Lacon._ Those heads, as stomachs, are not sure the best, Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest.—_Pope._ You share not with us, and exceed us so, Perhaps, by what you’re mulcted in, your hearts Being starved to make your heads. —_Elizabeth B. Browning._