Once upon a time a coach was held up by a road-agent. The driver explained to the robber that his only passenger was a man, who was asleep inside. The highwayman insisted that the traveler be awakened. "I want to go through his pockets!" he declared fiercely, with an oath.
The bishop, when aroused, made gentle protests.
"You surely would not rob a poor bishop!" he exclaimed. "I have no money worth your attention, and I am engaged on my duties as a bishop."
The robber hesitated.
"A bishop, eh?" he said thoughtfully. "Of what church?"
"The hell you are! That's the church I belong to! So long!... Driver, larrup them mules!"