'They have set up their candlestick on high--the candlestick of a perverse ritual and of an idolatrous service.

Shall it not be dashed down by the hands of the righteous ?' 'Lo, this same candle waxed big and burned sooty, even as an offence to the nostrils, in the days of our fathers,' cried a burly red-faced man, whose dress proclaimed him to be one of the yeoman class.

'So was it when Old Noll did get his snuffing shears to work upon it.

It is a wick which can only be trimmed by the sword of the faithful.' A grim laugh from the whole party proclaimed their appreciation of the pious waggery of their companion.
'Ah, Brother Sandcroft,' cried the pastor, 'there is much sweetness and manna hidden in thy conversation.

But the way is long and dreary.