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have to serenade the British public from the drive; we Anglican Catholics have the _entree_ to the drawing-room.
His enthusiasm for the Roman service was such that in one place I had to travel for three quarters of an hour to find a church where my manner of celebrating, then perhaps more reminiscent of the missal than of the Prayer Book, was tolerated even in a Mass of Devotion.
About this time I celebrated at a community chapel.

One of the brethren was heard to declare afterwards that if he had known what I was going to do he would have got up and stopped me.
At the conclusion of one of his celebrations abroad, an Englishman in the congregation exclaimed, "Thank God that's over." After his first sermon in Trinity Chapel, an undergraduate ("afterwards not only my friend but my penitent") was heard to declare excitedly: "Such fun! The new Fellow's been preaching heresy--all about Transubstantiation." Such fun! This note runs through the whole of _A Spiritual AEneid_.

A thoroughly undergraduate spirit inspires every page save the last.
Religion is treated as a lark.