_Slowgoe._ Only shows what your waking thoughts must be, to have an infamous dream like that. In the good old times they wouldn’t have let you dream in that manner--not a bit on it. Yea, if things only was as they was, you’d have Mister Attorney-General with a _’x-officio_ ’bout your ears for that dream. _Tickle._ Well, hear me out. When the Queen-Dowager went, I thought all the bishops ran with money-bags to the table. _Slowgoe._ (_Rising._) I won’t hear another word. If you’ll dream anything that’s possible, I don’t mind listening to you; but no such balderdash as that. _Nutts._ Talking about bishops, it seems that Manchester has a good chance now. There’ll be a mitre, after all, among the tall chimneys. _Tickle._ Wonder if they’ll smoke the less for it. _Slowgoe._ Hope the roof’s safe, Mr Tickle; but you do talk a little like an atheist. If Manchester is really to have a bishop, I do hope they’ll send an early train to Liverpool for the Rev. Hugh M’Neile. Why, here’s a letter from the _Albion_, a Liverpool paper--a letter written by a “Churchman” about his Reverence, who’s going to be removed, it seems; whereupon the writer says, “But how will the cause be served by his removal from St Jude’s to St Paul’s? What the one gains the other loses. And what is the reason of this removal? The only one I have ever yet heard advanced on the subject is, _that he has preached himself threadbare_ (in his ideas, I mean) where he now is, and wants to start with it all new again for another congregation.” _Nutts._ Very odd he should leave because his ideas are threadbare. Why can’t he turn ’em and go on again? Others have. _Nosebag._ Well, this is a good ’un. It’s an account of the Leger running, taken from the _Morning Post_ of Wednesday, about the horse “Sir Tatton Sykes” and his jockey Bill Scott. “The appearance of Sir Tatton Sykes infused fresh hopes into the minds of those who had not seen him since Epsom, while the quiet earnestness of ‘Bill’s’ manner assured them that the advice given him at Epsom had not been thrown away upon him, and that he was fully impressed with the importance of the charge committed to him. _Singular to say, =HIS CONSTANT GUARDIAN= was a clergyman of the Established Church. A jockey under such guidance could hardly fail behaving himself._” _Nutts._ Should like to know the name of the clergyman. Odd, isn’t it, that the black coat should match over the blacklegs? The ’Stablished Church will get a lift, eh? if every jockey’s to have his chaplain. As there’s a talk of making more bishops, if Lord George comes in, shouldn’t wonder if we’ve a Bishop of Tattersall’s; jist to ordain young clergymen for all the race-courses. Don’t see too, if clergymen are to be constant guardians of jockeys, why they shouldn’t have a pulpit set up for ’em on the grand stand. Well, after this I shan’t be surprised to hear hymns sung at a dog-fight.