"Ah! Ah! how scrupulous you are:" continued they, "if it is not a sin for the priest to speak to us on these matters, how can it be a sin for us to laugh at it." I felt confounded, not knowing what to answer. But my confusion increased not a little, when soon after, I perceived that the young girls of the school had not been less polluted, or scandalized than the boys. Although keeping at a sufficient distance from us to prevent us from understanding every thing they had to say on their confessional experience, those girls were sufficiently near to let us hear many things which it would have been better for us not to know. Some of them seemed thoughtful, sad and shameful: but several laughed heartily at what they had learned in the confessional box. I was very indignant against the priest; and thought in myself, that he was a very wicked man, for having put to us such repelling questions. But I was wrong. That priest was honest; he was only doing his duty, as I have known since, when studying the theologians of Rome. The Rev. Mr. Beaubien was a real gentleman, and if he had been free to follow the dictates of his honest conscience it is my strong conviction he would never have sullied our young hearts with such impure ideas. But what has the honest conscience of a priest to do in the confessional, except to be silent and dumb? The priest of Rome is an automaton, tied to the feet of the Pope by an iron chain. He can move, go right or left, up or down; he can think and act, but only at the bidding of the infallible god of Rome. The priest knows the will of his modern divinity only through his approved emissaries, embassadors and theologians. With shame on my brow, and bitter tears of regret flowing just now, on my cheeks, I confess that I have had myself to learn by heart those damning questions, and put them to the young and the old; who like me, were fed with the diabolical doctrines of the church of Rome, in reference to auricular confession. Some time after, some people waylaid and whipped that very same priest, when during a very dark night he was coming back from visiting his fair young penitents the Misses Rs.... And the next day, the conspirators having met at the house of Dr. Stephen Tache, to give a report of what they had done to the half _secret_ society to which they belonged, I was invited by my young friend Louis Casault[6] to conceal myself with him, in an adjoining room, where we could hear every thing without being seen. I find in the old manuscripts of "my young year's recollections" the following address of Mr. Dubord. Mr. President--"I was not among those who gave to the priest the expression of the public feelings with the eloquent voice of the whip: but I wish I had been, I would heartily have co-operated to give that so well deserved lesson to the father confessors of Canada, and let me give you my reasons for that.