To-morrow's papers will merely mention that the Bishop is in poor health, that he has been working too hard, and that he broke down last night.

The next mention, some days hence, will be to the effect that he is suffering from nervous prostration and has been given a vacation by his grateful flock.

After that, one of two things will happen: either the Bishop will see the error of his way and return from his vacation a well man in whose eyes there are no more visions, or else he will persist in his madness, and then you may expect to see in the papers, couched pathetically and tenderly, the announcement of his insanity.

After that he will be left to gibber his visions to padded walls." "Now there you go too far!" I cried out.
"In the eyes of society it will truly be insanity," he replied.

"What honest man, who is not insane, would take lost women and thieves into his house to dwell with him sisterly and brotherly?
True, Christ died between two thieves, but that is another story.