Then St. Christopher and the smith hammered the Evil One as thin as a penny. "I own I am _beaten_," said a voice from the sack. "Now let me out." "On one condition," said the saint. "Name it." "That you will never trouble me again." "I promise." The ferry-man now began to lead a life of charity. He never thought of himself, but lived wholly for others; and every one loved him, and all that were in distress came to him for comfort. One day he died, full of years, and, taking with him his wonderful sack, he started for the gates of Paradise. St. Peter opened the gate. But when he saw that the new-comer was St. Christopher, who had slighted his counsel, he refused to admit him. The Celestial City, blazing in splendor, stood on the top of a high mountain; the sound of music and the odors of flowers came through the gate as it was opened, and the saint with a heavy heart turned away from all the ravishing beauty, and, hardly knowing what he did, went down the mountain, until he came to the gate of the region where bad souls dwell. A youth at the gate said to him,-- "Come in." The gate opened, and the Evil One saw him. "Shut the gate! shut the gate!" said the Evil One to the youth. Far, far away the Holy City beamed with ineffable brightness, and up the hill again with a still heavy heart went St. Christopher. "If I could only get my sack inside the gate, I could wish myself into it; and once inside the gate I could never be turned out." He came up to the gate again, and called for St. Peter. The saint opened the gate a little. "I pray you in charity," said St. Christopher, "let me listen to the music." [Illustration: REVOKING THE EDICT OF NANTES.] The gate was set a little more ajar. Immediately St. Christopher threw into the celestial place the wonderful sack; he wished, and in a moment he was in the sack himself,--and he has remained in the region of light, music, flowers, and happiness ever since. * * * * * The Class went by rail to Rennes, one of the old capitals of Brittany. It was hardly interesting to them, but a pleasant ride took them to Vitré, where the boys visited the residence of Madame de Sévigné. Nantes, the ancient residence of the Dukes of Brittany, is situated on the river Loire, about forty miles from the sea. It is one of the largest and most beautiful of the provincial towns of France. In the old castle Henry IV. signed the Edict of Nantes, giving freedom of worship to the Protestants in France.