This oratorical outburst on the part of Mr. Netlips was listened to with respectful awe and admiration.
"Ay, ay!" said Roger Buggins, who as 'mine host' stood in his shirt sleeves at the entrance of his bar, surveying his customers and mentally counting up their reckonings--"Cohesion would never do-- cohesion government would send the country to pieces. You're right, Mr. Netlips,--you're right! Props must be kep' up!"
"I don't see no props in goin' to church,"--said Dan Ridley, the little working tailor of the village--"I goes because I likes Mr. Walden, but if there was a man in the pulpit I didn't like, I'd stop away. There's a deal too many wolves in sheep's clothing getting ordained in the service o' the Lord, an' I don't blame Miss Vancourt if so be she takes time to find out the sort o' man Mr. Walden is before settin' under him as 'twere. She can say prayers an' read 'em too in her own room, an' study the Bible all right without goin' to church. Many folks as goes to church reg'lar are downright mean lyin' raskills--and don't never read their Bibles at all. Mebbe they does as much harm as what Mr. Netlips calls Cohesion, though I don't myself purfess to understand Government language, it bein' too deep for me."
Mr. Netlips smiled condescendingly, and nodded as one who should say--'You do well, my poor fellow, to be humble in my presence!'-- and buried his nose in his tankard of ale.
"Mebbe Cohesion's got hold o' my red cow"--said the burly farmer who had spoken before--"For she's as ailin' as ever she was, an' if I lose her, I loses a bit o' my livin.' An' that's what I sez an' 'olds by, no church-goin' seems to 'elp us in a bit o' trouble, an' it ain't decent or Christian like, so it 'pears, to pray to the Almighty for the savin' of a cow. I asked Passon Walden if 'twould be right, for the cow's as valuable to me as ever my wife was when she was alive, if not more, an' he sez quite pleasant-like--'Well no, Mister Thorpe, I think it best not to make any sort of special prayer for the poor beast, but just do all you can for it, and leave the rest to Providence. A cow is worldly goods, you see--and we're not quite justified in praying to be allowed to keep our worldly goods.' 'Ain't we!' I sez--'Is that a fact? He smiled and said it was. So I thanked him and comed away. But I've been thinkin' it over since, an' I sez to myself--ef we ain't to pray for keepin' an' 'avin' our worldly goods, wot 'ave we got to pray for?"