Is there a man amongst all London's millions brave enough to tell the
naked truth about the vice and crime, the misery and meanness, the
hypocrisies and shames of the great, rich, heathen city? Were such a
man to arise amongst us and voice the awful truth, what would his
reception be? How would he fare at the hands of the Press, and the
Public--and the Church?

As London is, so is England. This is a Christian country. What would
Christ think of Park Lane, and the slums, and the hooligans? What would
He think of the Stock Exchange, and the music hall, and the racecourse?
What would he think of our national ideals? What would He think of the
House of Peers, and the Bench of Bishops, and the Yellow Press?

Pausing again, over against Exeter Hall, I mentally apostrophise
the Christian British people. "Ladies and Gentlemen," I say, "you
are Christian in name, but I discern little of Christ in your ideals,
your institutions, or your daily lives. You are a mercenary,
self-indulgent, frivolous, boastful, blood-guilty mob of heathen.
I like you very much, but that is what you are. And it is you--_you_
who call men 'Infidels.' You ridiculous creatures, what do you mean
by it?

If to praise Christ in words, and deny Him in deeds, be Christianity,
then London is a Christian city, and England is a Christian nation.
For it is very evident that our common English ideals are anti-Christian,
and that our commercial, foreign and social affairs are run on
anti-Christian lines.

Renan says, in his _Life of Jesus_, that "were Jesus to return amongst
us He would recognise as His disciples, not those who imagine they