No, no!--no 'Igh Jinks for me!--I don't want to bow to no East when I sees the Lord's no more east than He's west, an' no more in either place than He is here, close to me an' doin' more for me than I could iver do for myself.

'Igh Jinks is unchristin,--as unchristin as cremation, an' nothin's more unchristin than that!" "Why, what makes you think so ?" asked Helmsley, surprised.
"What makes me think so ?" And Twitt drew himself up with a kind of reproachful dignity--"Now, old David, don't go for to say as _you_ don't think so too ?" "Cremation unchristian?
Well, I can't say I've ever thought of it in that light,--it's supposed to be the cleanest way of getting rid of the dead----" "Gettin' rid of the dead!"-- echoed Twitt, almost scornfully--"That's what ye can never do! They'se everywhere, all about us, if we only had strong eyes enough to see 'em.

An' cremation aint Christin.

I'll tell ye for why,"-- here he bent forward and tapped his two middle fingers slowly on Helmsley's chest to give weight to his words--"Look y'ere! Supposin' our Lord's body 'ad been cremated, where would us all a' bin?
Where would a' bin our 'sure an' certain 'ope' o' the resurrection ?" Helmsley was quite taken aback by this sudden proposition, which presented cremation in an entirely new light.

But a moment's thought restored to him his old love of argument, and he at once replied:-- "Why, it would have been just the same as it is now, surely! If Christ was divine, he could have risen from burnt ashes as well as from a tomb." "Out of a hurn ?" demanded Twitt, persistently--"If our Lord's body 'ad bin burnt an' put in a hurn, an' the hurn 'ad bin took into the 'ouse o' Pontis Pilate, an' sealed, an' _kept till now_?
Eh?
What d'ye say to that?
I tell ye, David, there wouldn't a bin no savin' grace o' Christ'anity at all! An' that's why I sez cremation is unchristin,--it's blaspheemous an' 'eethen.