ABSTRACT
One of the things that makes one thoughtful in going about from city to city and dropping into the churches is the way the people do not sing in them and will not pray in them. In every new strange city where one stops on a Sunday morning, one looks hopefully, while one hears the chimes of bells, at the row of steeples down the street. One looks for the people going in who seem to go with chimes of bells. All good manners are good in proportion as they become automatic. In saying that honesty pays, we are merely moving religion on to its more creative and newer levels. Very few of the wrongs that are done to society by individuals would be done if civilization were supplied with the slightest adequate machinery or conveniences for bringing home to people vividly who the people are they are wronging, and how they are wronging them.
