This little play is really a religious tract in dramatic form. If our silly censorship would permit its performance, it might possibly help to set right side up the perverted conscience and re invigorate the starved self respect of our considerable class of loose lived playgoers whose point of honor is to deride all official and conventional sermons. As it is, it only gives me an opportunity of telling the story of the Select Committee of both Houses of Parliament which sat last year to enquire into the working of the censorship, against which it was alleged by myself and others that as its imbecility and mischievousness could not be fully illustrated within the limits of decorum imposed on the press, it could only be dealt with by a parliamentary body subject to no such limits.
