19.

Here was a case for the priest: he heard,

Marked, inwardly digested, laid

Finger on nose, smiled, "A little bird

Chirps in my ear": then, "Bring a spade,

Dig deeper!"- he gave the word.

20.

And lo! when they came to the coffin-lid,

Or the rotten planks which composed it once,
Why, there lay the girl's skull wedged amid
A mint of money, it served for the nonce
To hold in its hair-heaps hid.

21.

Louis-d'ors, some six times five;

And duly double, every piece.

Now, do you see? With the priest to shrive,
With parents preventing her soul's release
By kisses that keep alive,-

22.

With Heaven's gold gates about to ope,

With friends' praise, gold-like, lingering still, What instinct had bidden the girl's hand grope

For gold, the true sort-"Gold in Heaven, I hope; But I keep earth's, if God will!"

23.

Enough! The priest took the grave's grim yield :

The parents, they eyed that price of sin

As if thirty pieces lay revealed

On the place to bury strangers in,

The hideous Potter's Field.

24.

But the priest bethought him: "Milk that's spilt'

You know the adage! Watch and pray!

Saints tumble to earth with so slight a tilt!
It would build a new altar; that, we may!"
And the altar therewith was built.

25.

Why I deliver this horrible verse?

As the text of a sermon, which now I preach: Evil or good may be better or worse

In the human heart, but the mixture of each Is a marvel and a curse.

26.

The candid incline to surmise of late

That the Christian faith may be false, I find;

For our Essays-and-Reviews' debate

Begins to tell on the public mind,

And Colenso's words have weight:

27.

I still, to suppose it true, for

my part,

See reasons and reasons; this, to begin:

"T is the faith that launched point-blank her dart

At the head of a lie - taught Original Sin, The Corruption of Man's Heart.

THE WORST OF IT.