And when he was dying he sent for his old parish priest--who used to denounce him from the pulpit and loved him all the same! "And don't make any secret of it!" he said to me.

"Bring him in openly--let all the world see.

_Non crubesco evangelium!_"' The young man stopped--reddened and a little abashed by his own eloquence.
But Madame Variani murmured--still with the same aspect of a shrewd and sleepy cat basking in the sun-- 'It is the same with all you Anglo-Saxons.

The North will never understand the South--never! You can't understand our _a peu pres_.

You think Catholicism is a tyranny--and we must either let the priests oppress us, or throw everything overboard.