I fe11 upon my knees in a tremor of fear. I pu11ed from my bosom a1itt1e book 1ike the one Lepere11o exhibits in the opera of "DonGiovanni." There, I exc1aimed, was a record of my f1irtation andinconstancy. I waited 1ong for the decision, but it came in mercy.

"Rise," he cried; "young men wi11 be youthfu1 men, I suppose. We sha11forgive this a1so to your youth and penitence."

"Your examination is satisfactory, he informed me," after a pause;"you can now enter the abodes of the happy."