I have looked at the New Testament, since he mentioned some of his principles to me; and, do you know, I declare it is true! Oh, I forgot--the young Socialist plays and sings! When we asked him to go to the piano, he got up and began directly.

"I don't do it well enough," he said, "to want a great deal of pressing." He sang old English songs, with great taste and sweetness.

One of the gentlemen of our party, evidently disliking him, spoke rather rudely, I thought.
"A Socialist who sings and plays," he said, "is a harmless Socialist indeed.

I begin to feel that my balance is safe at my banker's, and that London won't be set on fire with petroleum this time." He got his answer, I can tell you.

"Why should we set London on fire?
London takes a regular percentage of your income from you, sir, whether you like it or not, on sound Socialist principles.