Now it appears it is registered in Heaven's chancery and hedged about with divine ordinances.

Only the other day an unknown parson requested me to open a church bazaar, and I gathered he had received his instructions direct from the Almighty.
"Why, every one would care," exclaimed my aunt, genuinely shocked.

"It would be monstrous.

You owe it to your descendants as well as to your ancestors.

Besides," she added, with apparent irrelevance, "a man in your position ought to live up to it." "I do," said I, "just up to it." "Now you are pretending you don't understand me.