Had the traditional Man from Mars dropped last week into Philadelphia and then bounced over to Boston, and subsequently returned to Mars, there would have been one question to which he could have made no sane answer to inquisitive friends and relatives: " What is the Protestant Episcopal Church in the U.S.?" In Philadelphia, passing through Locust Street, he would have seen a pageant of dressed-up priests—a crucifix, bearing a shining cross of gold, torchbearers in red cassocks and cottas, priests in serried ranks followed by monks of the Order of the Holy...
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