The Anglican system of submission has been transplanted intact to the soil of America.  When King George the Third lost the sovereignty of the colonies, the bishops of his divinely inspired church lost the control of the clergy across the seas; but this revolution was purely one of Church politics—­in doctrine and ritual the “Protestant Episcopal Church of America” remained in every way Anglican.  The little children of our free republic are taught the same slave-catechism, “to order myself lowly and reverently to all my betters.”  The only difference is that instead of being told “to honour and obey the King,” they are told “to honour and obey the civil authority.”

It is the Church of Good Society in England, and it is the same in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington, Charleston.  Just as our ruling classes have provided themselves with imitation English schools and imitation English manners and imitation English clothes—­so in their Heaven they have provided an imitation English monarch.  I wonder how many Americans realize the treason to democracy they are committing when they allow their children to be taught a symbolism and liturgy based upon absolutist ideas.  I take up the hymn-book—­not the English, but the sturdy, independent, democratic American hymn-book.  I have not opened it for twenty years, yet the greater part of its contents is as familiar to me as the syllables of my own name.  I read: 

  Holy, holy, holy!  All the saints adore Thee,
  Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
  Cherubim and seraphim bowing down before Thee,
  Which wert, and art, and ever more shall be!

One might quote a hundred other hymns made thus out of royal imagery.  I turn at random to the part headed “General,” and find that there is hardly one hymn in which there is not “king,” “throne,” or some image of homage and flattery.  The first hymn begins—­

  Ancient of days, Who sittest, throned in glory;
  To Thee all knees are bent, all voices pray.

And the second—­

  Christ, whose glory fills the skies—­

And the third—­

  Lord of all being, throned afar,
  Thy glory flames from sun and star.

There is a court in Heaven above, to which all good Britons look up, and about which they read with exactly the same thrills as they read the Court Circular.  The two courts have the same ethical code and the same manners; their Sovereigns are jealous, greedy of attention, self-conscious and profoundly serious, punctilious and precise; their existence consisting of an endless round of ceremonies, and they being incapable of boredom.  No member of the Royal Family can escape this regime even if he wishes; and no more can any member of the Holy Family—­not even the meek and lowly Jesus, who chose a carpenter’s wife for his mother, and showed all his earthly days a preference for low society.

This unconventional Son lived obscurely; he never carried weapons, he could not bear to have so much as a human ear cut off in his presence.  But see how he figures in the Court Circular: