When you will be in hell, old man, give my regards to the Pope.
Well, children, come closer, and don't gnash your teeth.

I am going to start at once.

Eh, you, Mathias--you needn't put out the fire in your pipe; isn't it the same to God what smoke it is, incense or tobacco, if it is only well meant.

Why do you shake your head, woman ?" WOMAN--His tobacco is contraband.
YOUNG FISHERMAN--God wouldn't bother with such trifles.

The abbot thinks a while: "No; hold on.