’Think of it, Edge, in this enlightened age!  I wanted to go up to him after the service and ask him why he had left out the minor poets, but Doug stopped me—­which is perhaps just as well.  He might have added a prayer for Americans after the commoners.

’Sometimes I think that the English Church is losing its grip.  I don’t mean that snobbery of the kind I have described is common, but in the development of Church character it seems to me that the truth of Christ’s birth into a humble walk of life is drifting steadily farther from the clerical consciousness.  The timid snobbery which permeates so much of English life, and reaches its wretched climax in the terms “working class” and “lower classes,” finds condonement in the ranks of the clergy.  Even in its humorous aspect, when Mrs. Retired Naval Officer starts to swank it over Mrs. Retired Army Officer (senior service, deah boy, y’know), and so on down the line, the local rector too often takes an active part in seeing that the various grades are punctiliously preserved.  Of course, there are glorious exceptions to all this, and they are the men who count.

’I suppose at home we are just as bad, and that even so democratic a preacher as yourself doesn’t take supper on Sunday night with the poorest parishioner.  Perhaps living in a strange country makes a man see many things he would not notice in his own.

’To finish with Cambridge—­we joined a party of two large punts on Sunday afternoon, and with about twelve college chaps and local (approved) girls we went for a picnic up the river.  The girls were fairly pretty and terrifically energetic, insisting upon doing an equal share in the punting, and managing to look graceful while they manoeuvred the punts, which were really fair-sized barges.  And when we reached the picnic-place, they made all the preparations, and waited on us as if we were royal invalids.  Bless their hearts!  Edge, to restore a man’s natural vanity, commend me to life in England.  Coming home we played the gramophone, and, with appropriate flirtation, floated nearly the whole way to the holding of hands and the hearing of music.

’And, theologian as you are, if you deny the charm of that combination, I renounce you utterly.

’Just one more Cambridge thought. (This letter has as many false endings as one of your sermons.) There were quite a number of native students from India in attendance, and I noticed that these men, many of them striking-looking fellows, were left pretty much to themselves.  The English answer when spoken to, and offer that well-bred tolerance exerted by them so easily, but the Indian student must feel that he is not admitted on a footing of equality.  I’m not certain that the dark races can be admitted as equals; but what effect on India will it have if these fellows are educated, then sent back with resentment fermenting their knowledge into sedition?  It may be another case where the Englishman is instinctively right in his racial psychology; or, again, it may be a further example of his dislike to look facts squarely in the face.