•c. III.] un n MI LAI IN ClIAPl AIX. Tell me, for God's take, Otto ! are they off ?— OTTO. Yes, Sir ! liy thi» timo ill tho forest, please God. Such a to-do we had, Sir ! Montfaucon ltefu*el to stir. And had the other one, The red-beuriled, not twanged on his guitar A foolish song, there they'd have Isvcn till now. When his oars caught tho tune, tho Devil | s «ssessed His legs. And liko one sense-bereft aud blind Ho ran as though scv'n spirits were after him, Nor stopped for lightning or tho lashing hail. ClIAILMX. Another timo ! Hero wo might bo o'erhoard ! 'Tis well they're gouo. High time indeed, or else Tho morn liad seen a reconcilement feast, From which may God deliver us by his mercy ! Ono. And now, your Hovcrenco !—Our agreement stands ? Tho holy father would not tell a lie 'i— I'm really Banner-Hearer ? CHAPLAIN. Yes, oh yes ! (Offering him his flask, which he draws from under his robe.) Tako this small flask for your refreshment—take it, And now (jntshing him out) bo off, that no one find us here ! [OTTO goes away with the flask. CHAPLAIN (alone, looking after him with a sneer). In Heaven, thou fool ! If my flask please thy jalate, Thy chattering month shall gapo no more to-morrow ! Hut hold—Sir Cyprianus, is this sin ?— Nay ! Father \ inccnt says himself : " So long As there's no scandal, all's permissible." How better could I scandal obviate than