I'm a Christo-Jewish Quaker, Moslem, Atheist and Shaker, Auld Licht Church of England Fakir, Antinomian Baptist, Deist, Gnostic, Neo-Pagan Theist, Presbyterianish Papist, Comtist, Mormon, Darwin-apist, Trappist, High Church Unitarian, Sandemanian Sabbatarian, Plymouth Brother, Walworth Jumper, Southcote South-Place Bible-Thumper, Christadelphian, Platonic, Old Moravian, Masonic, Corybantic Christi-antic, Ethic-Culture-Transatlantic, Anabaptist, Neo-Buddhist, Zoroastrian Talmudist, Laotsean, Theosophic, Table-rapping, Philosophic, Mediæval, Monkish, Mystic, Modern, Mephistophelistic, Hellenistic, Calvinistic, Brahministic, Cabbalistic, Humanistic, Tolstoistic, Rather Robert Elsmeristic, Altruistic, Hedonistic And Agnostic Manichæan, Worshipping the Galilean. For with equal zeal I follow Sivah, Allah, Zeus, Apollo, Mumbo Jumbo, Dagon, Brahma, Buddha _alias_ Gautama, Jahvé, Juggernaut and Juno-- Plus some gods that but the few know. Though I reverence the Mishna, I can bend the knee to Vishna; I obey the latest mode in Recognizing Thor and Odin, Just as freely as the Virgin; For the Pope and Mr. Spurgeon, Moses, Paul and Zoroaster, Each to me is seer and master. I consider Heine, Hegel, Schopenhauer, Shelley, Schlegel, Diderot, Savonarola, Dante, Rousseau, Goethe, Zola, Whitman, Renan (priest of Paris), Transcendental Prophet Harris, Ibsen, Carlyle, Huxley, Pater Each than all the others greater. And I read the Zend-Avesta, Koran, Bible, Roman Gesta, Ind's Upanischads and Spencer With affection e'er intenser. For these many appellations Of the gods of different nations, _I_ believe--from Baal to Sun-god-- All at bottom cover _one_ god. _Him_ I worship--dropping gammon-- And his mighty name is MAMMON. "You are very hard upon the century--or rather upon the end of it," said Lillie. "The century is dying unshriven," said the satirist solemnly. "Its conscience must be stirred. Truly, was there ever an age which had so much light and so little sweetness? In the reckless fight for gold Society has become a mutual swindling association. Cupidity has ousted Cupid, and everything is bought and sold." "Except your poems, Lord Silverdale," laughed Lillie. It was tit for the tat of his raillery of her mathematics. Before his lordship had time to make the clever retort the thought of next day, Turple the magnificent brought in a card. "Miss Winifred Woodpecker?" said Lillie queryingly. "I suppose it's another candidate. Show her in." Miss Woodpecker was a tall stately girl, of the kind that pass for lilies in the flowery language of the novelists. "Have I the pleasure of speaking to Miss Dulcimer?" "Yes, I am Miss Dulcimer," said Lillie.