"
"How came you to know anything about him?" said the man in black,
with a look of some surprise.
"Some of us poor Protestants tinkers," said I, "though we live in
dingles, are also acquainted with a thing or two."
"I really believe you are," said the man in black, staring at me;
"but, in connection with this Mumbo Jumbo, I could relate to you a
comical story about a fellow, an English servant, I once met at
Rome."
"It would be quite unnecessary," said I; "I would much sooner hear
you talk about Krishna, his words and image."
"Spoken like a true heretic," said the man in black; "one of the
faithful would have placed his image before his words; for what are
all the words in the world compared with a good bodily image!"
"I believe you occasionally quote his words?" said I.
"He! he!" said the man in black; "occasionally."
"For example," said I, "upon this rock I will found my church."
"He! he!" said the man in black; "you must really become one of
us."
"Yet you must have had some difficulty in getting the rock to
Rome?"
"None whatever," said the man in black; "faith can remove
mountains, to say nothing of rocks--ho! ho!"
"But I cannot imagine," said I, "what advantage you could derive
from perverting those words of Scripture in which the Saviour talks
about eating his body.
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