"Surely," thought he to himself, "this man must be mad; his looks are wild, and the fire of insanity is in his eyes; if not, he is nothing less than an incarnation of ecclesiastical bigotry and folly.

The man must be mad, or worse." At length he addressed him.
"You doubt my integrity and my honor, then," he replied haughtily.
"We doubt every man until he is bound by his oath." "You must continue to doubt me, then," replied Reilly; "for, most assuredly, I will not take it." "You must take it, sir," said the other, "or you never leave the cavern which covers you," and his eyes once more blazed as he uttered the words.
"Gentlemen," said Reiliy, "there appear to be fifteen or sixteen of you present: may I be permitted to ask why you suffer this unhappy man to be at large ?" "Will you take the oath, sir ?" persisted the insane bishop in a voice of thunder--"heretic and devil, will you take the oath ?" "Unquestionably not.

I will never take any oath that would imply want of honor in myself.

Cease, then, to trouble me with it.

I shall not take it." This last reply affected the bishop's reason so deeply that he looked about him strangely, and exclaimed, "We are lost and betrayed.