The social reformer tells the Bishop who thinks democracy has rejected religion that "the hungry sheep look up and are not fed." The roots of the old sustenance are nibbled level to the ground, and the ground itself is sour.

If socialism is wrong, let the Bishop tell us where lies a safer pasture.
One seems to see in this thrusting scholar and restless energetic prelate a very striking illustration of the need in the Christian of tenderness.

Intellect is not enough.

Intellect, indeed, is not light; it is only the wick of a lamp which must be fed constantly with the oil of compassion--that is to say, if its light is to shine before men.

The Bishop dazzles, but he does not illumine the darkness or throw a white beam ahead of heavy-laden and far-journeying humanity on the road which leads, let us hope, to a better order of things than the present system.
Whether such a man calls himself traditionalist or modernist does not greatly matter.