In some of the provinces of France, miracles are stated continually to be performed, and the peasants blindly adopt all the extravagances presented to their acceptance. In the little town of Fécamp there is a fountain, the water of which is said to do wonders; and thousands of pilgrims annually resort to it from the neighbouring country. The curé distributes to each a bottle of this water, accompanying it with some Latin words, receiving two sous for his trouble. This amounts to a considerable sum. In another town, Andelys, there is also a fountain which, it is said, possesses, once a year, the sovereign virtue of curing rheumatism, palsy, and nervous affections. The pilgrims either plunge the diseased member into the water, or throw themselves in entirely, and, afterwards, follow the procession in their wet clothes. In the month of June, 1824, in a small village, called Artes, near Hostalrich, about twelve leagues from Barcelona, there was a constitutionalist, and therefore one opposed to the ruling power, with which the priesthood was fully identified. This man being at the point of death, his brother called on the curate, and requested him to come and administer the sacraments. The curate refused; affirming that the brother, as a constitutionalist, was a villain, an impious wretch, an enemy to God and man; he was lost, without mercy, and that, therefore, it was useless to confess him. The brother asked whence this information was derived; the reply was, that God himself told the curate this during the sacrifice of the mass. In vain the brother reiterated his intreaties; the curate was inexorable. A few days after, the constitutionalist expired, and the brother demanded for the body the rites of sepulture. The curate refused, alleging that the soul of the departed was lost, and that it was in vain to inter the body; adding, “For during the night, the devils will come and carry it away; and in forty days, you yourself will meet the same fate.”