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"Peace, ravity, uplifting ed arm as if in priestly benediction of the impious crew "Tempt s of that foul fiend which doth so corrupt and despoil men Know you, I am now on ion, and need greatly to pers than that which lieth in the wine pot You are mere beasts of the field, sons of Belial, children of wrath, every one of you, doomed to death, even as it is written, 'He that taketh the sword shall perish by the sword' Laugh, will you, you drunken scuri faces "'T is truth out of Holy Writ I speak, but I waste the precious word in such co pearls before swine--for there be none here who cos of the Spirit"

"The spirit say you, padre?" interrupted the officer, evidently in rare good hu to all this worshipful coht well, although I confess thou art ever a full bottle in advance of the lance of scorn as rebuke to his unsee to lurch a step nearer

"Hush such vain and ination apparent even through s of Holy Church, and art from henceforth accursed by virtue of er with such er in presence of this blasphemous crew There resteth upon me the eternal destiny of a hue; 't is the final night of earth for solected to perform my priestly duty with one of the condemned 'T is upon this holy mission I would pass thee now"

"I truly think, padre," exclaih, "if you had another drink of red wine beneath your cassock you could never tell a prayer froht to pass you this tio at such unseehostly consolations?" inquired the Co fingers, and resting back his head in supreme content