‘I see no church here,’ rejoined the Quaker
‘Perhaps thou meanest the house where the church assembles.
I suppose thou art aware that it is the people
, not the building
, that constitutes a church?’
The idea seemed new to the man, but he merely repeated, ‘You must take off your hat, sir.’
But the Friend again inquired, ‘What for?
On account of these images?
Thou knowest Scripture commands us not to worship graven images.’
The man persisted in saying that no person could be permitted to pass through the church without uncovering his head.
‘Well friend,’ rejoined Isaac, ‘I have some conscientious scruples on that subject; so give me back my money, and I will go out.’
The reverential habits of the door-keeper were not quite strong enough to compel him to that sacrifice; and he walked away, without saying anything more on the subject.
When Friend Hopper
visited the House of Lords, he asked the sergeant-at-arms if he might sit upon the throne.
He replied, ‘No, sir. No one but his majesty sits there.’
‘Wherein does his majesty differ from other men?’
inquired he. ‘If his head were cut off, wouldn't he die?’
‘Certainly he would,’ replied the officer.
‘So would an American,’ rejoined Friend Hopper
As he spoke, he stepped up to the gilded railing