Let me make the superstitions of a nation and I care not who makes its laws or its songs either. --Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar. Yes, the city of Benares is in effect just a big church, a religious hive, whose every cell is a temple, a shrine or a mosque, and whose every conceivable earthly and heavenly good is procurable under one roof, so to speak--a sort of Army and Navy Stores, theologically stocked.…
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