| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 367 |
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through the bloody winder and tell ole Misery to go to 'ell.' `Religion is a thing that don't trouble ME much,' remarked Newman; `and as for what happens to you after death, it's a thing I believe in leavin' till you comes to it - there's no sense in meetin' trouble 'arfway. All the things they tells us may be true or they may not, but it takes me all my time to look after THIS world. I don't believe I've been to church more than arf a dozen times since I've been married - that's over fifteen years ago now - and then it's been when the kids 'ave been christened. The old woman goes sometimes and of course the young 'uns goes; you've got to tell 'em something or other, and they might as well learn what they teaches at the Sunday School as anything else.' A general murmur of approval greeted this. It seemed to be the almost unanimous opinion, that, whether it were true or not, `religion' was a nice thing to teach children. |
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