“That,” said the undergraduate, “is the Martyrs’ Memorial.”
“And who are those going in?”
“They are the Martyrs.”
“But I thought they were burned three hundred years ago?”
“Sir,” said the undergraduate impressively, “they are martyred twice daily.”
“Well, I guess Oxford is very Middle Age and all that, but I didn’t know it went so far as that”: and the humane visitor went away, talking of agitation in the New York Herald.
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