And when we try to lead back these misguided souls, neither threats nor promises, neither gentleness nor violence, nor anything else is now successful.

The Penguin clergy pine in desolation; our country priests, reduced to following the humblest of trades, are shoeless, and compelled to live upon such scraps as they can pick up.

In our ruined churches the rain of heaven falls upon the faithful, and during the holy offices they can hear the noise of stones falling from the arches.

The tower of the cathedral is tottering and will soon fall.

St.Orberosia is forgotten by the Penguins, her devotion abandoned, and her sanctuary deserted.