I dined with a pair of Catholics. They agreed in the condemnation of a young man, a Catholic, who had married a Protestant girl and gone over to the religion of his wife. A Protestant born they could understand and respect; indeed, they seemed to be of the mind of an old Catholic woman, who told me that same day there was no difference between the two sects, save that “wrong was more wrong for the Catholic,” who had more light and guidance; but this of a man’s desertion filled them with contempt.

“It is a bad idea for a man to change,” said one.