Has not Tom Towers an all-seeing eye?
From the diggings of Australia to those of California, right round the habitable globe, does he not know, watch, and chronicle the doings of everyone?
From a bishopric in New Zealand to an unfortunate director of a North-west passage, is he not the only fit judge of capability?
From the sewers of London to the Central Railway of India,--from the palaces of St Petersburg to the cabins of Connaught, nothing can escape him.

Britons have but to read, to obey, and be blessed.

None but the fools doubt the wisdom of _The Jupiter_; none but the mad dispute its facts.
No established religion has ever been without its unbelievers, even in the country where it is the most firmly fixed; no creed has been without scoffers; no church has so prospered as to free itself entirely from dissent.

There are those who doubt _The Jupiter_! They live and breathe the upper air, walking here unscathed, though scorned,--men, born of British mothers and nursed on English milk, who scruple not to say that Mount Olympus has its price, that Tom Towers can be bought for gold! Such is Mount Olympus, the mouthpiece of all the wisdom of this great country.

It may probably be said that no place in this 19th century is more worthy of notice.