84 Four-in-Hand in Britain. 



the poor literary adventurer floating beside that of my 

 lord duke's ! It pleased me much to see it. How that 

 man must have chuckled as he bowed his way among 

 his dupes, from Her Majesty to Salisbury, and passed 

 the radical extension of the suffrage that doomed he- 

 reditary privilege to speedy extinction. But where will 

 imperialism get such another leader, after all ? It has 

 not found him yet. 



"What is that up there?" asked one of our party. 

 " The royal box, miss." Were we really at the opera, 

 then ? A royal box in a church for the worship of God ! 

 Did you ever hear anything like that ! There is a royal 

 staircase, too. Why not ? You would not have royalty 

 on an equality with us, would you, even if we are all 

 alike miserable sinners and engaged in the worship of 

 that God who is no respecter of persons. 



" Well, I think this is awful," said one of the party. 

 " I don't believe the good Queen would go to church 

 in this way, if she only thought of it. Our President 

 and family have their pew just like the rest of us." 

 Our English members were equally surprised that the 

 American should see anything shocking in the practice, 

 and the ladies fought out the matter between them- 

 selves ; the Americans insisting that the Queen should 

 attend worship as other poor sinners do, since all are 

 equal in God's eyes ; and the English saying little, but 

 evidently harboring the idea that even in heaven spe- 

 cial accommodations would probably be found reserved 



