"Dear Hamilton:- In connubial confidence Sara has told me of the noble contribution you and Olga have made to our armory. My very best thanks. I hope to eat regularly, and if so I'll need tools. The two of you must be the first martyrs to face the new cook. She is a Baptist from South Carolina. The weather along the St. Lawrence was infernal, so we came here hoping to smell a breeze. Unluckily, it is almost as hot. I begin to suspect that God is up to His old tricks. Perhaps it would be discreet for me to say a kind word now and then for the Twelve Apostles and to lay off greasing Pontius Pilate. I hope, this afternoon, to compose a piece for you on the state of Christian culture in Montreal. The town has some merit. Married life is grand. So long as man obeys his wife there can be no reason for discord. More of this anon," Mencken and Sara Haardt were married in Baltimore on August 27, 1930 and left the city bound for Montreal and Quebec on their honeymoon. They enjoyed Montreal but found Quebec to be hot and crowded. Bode writes: "They decided to move on to Halifax, Nova Scotia, where the weather was much cooler and the streets less crowded. After a few days at the Lord Nelson Hotel and another comfortable stay in St. John's, New Brunswick, they were ready to come home. "I begin to feel like an old married man already," Mencken wrote a friend.