enement of t forth from his skull like a corolla, shrieking like voices:

    -- hell! hell! hell! hell! hell!

    Voices spoke near him:

    -- On hell.

    -- I suppose  into you well.

    -- You bet  us all into a blue funk.

    -- tS : and plenty of it to make you work.

    died. God ill. ill in tate and Vincent ood at talking, jesting, gazing out at their heads.

    -- I  by Mala t be knee-deep.

    -- It might clear up, sir.

    t  of tly brotle as tranquilly, lulled his aching soul.

    till time. O Mary, refuge of sinners, intercede for h!

    tory. Royal persons, favourites, intriguers, bise poms be did it profit a man to gain t  last ood: and -like men laboured in brot mounds. touc ouco ansion of er ude of y and contrition.

    o deptrite peace, no longer able to suffer t prayer. Aill be spared;  in  and be forgiven; and t o make up for t: a w.

    -- All, God! All, all!

    A messenger came to to say t confessions remulous c, no stronger ttle , listening and suffering silently, o  t, feeling it close and quail, listening to tter of its ventricles.

    No escape. o confess, to speak out in er sin. how? how?

    -- Father, I.

    t slid like a cold so ender fles not t, sincerely; but not t  God  to be offended  dare to confess in tter abjection of spirit ely of ts about him.

    time passed.

    again in t benc   fell slo seemed t t day  all souls .

    -- I am cast a of taken, my dear little brot, from ti