Last Sunday week, being at church in this city, and the service just ended, I heard two Snobs conversing about the Parson.

One was asking the other who the clergyman was?
'He is Mr.So-and-so,' the second Snob answered, 'domestic chaplain to the Earl of What-d'ye-call'im.' 'Oh, is he' said the first Snob, with a tone of indescribable satisfaction .-- The Parson's orthodoxy and identity were at once settled in this Snob's mind.

He knew no more about the Earl than about the Chaplain, but he took the latter's character upon the authority of the former; and went home quite contented with his Reverence, like a little truckling Snob.
This incident gave me more matter for reflection even than the sermon: and wonderment at the extent and prevalence of Lordolatory in this country.

What could it matter to Snob whether his Reverence were chaplain to his Lordship or not?
What Peerageworship there is all through this free country! How we are all implicated in it, and more or less down on our knees .-- And with regard to the great subject on hand, I think that the influence of the Peerage upon Snobbishness has been more remarkable than that of any other institution.

The increase, encouragement, and maintenance of Snobs are among the 'priceless services,' as Lord John Russell says, which we owe to the nobility.
It can't be otherwise.