I had risen as high in the church as before in the state.

I was, forsooth, the wise, the self-sufficient, the impeccable!--I was the counsellor of councils--I was the director of prelates.

How should I stumble ?--wherefore should I fear temptation?
Alas! I became confessor to a sisterhood, and amongst that sisterhood I found the long-loved--the long-lost.

Spare me further confession!--A fallen nun, whose guilt was avenged by self-murder, sleeps soundly in the vaults of Engaddi; while, above her very grave, gibbers, moans, and roars a creature to whom but so much reason is left as may suffice to render him completely sensible to his fate!" "Unhappy man!" said Richard, "I wonder no longer at thy misery.

How didst thou escape the doom which the canons denounce against thy offence ?" "Ask one who is yet in the gall of worldly bitterness," said the hermit, "and he will speak of a life spared for personal respects, and from consideration to high birth.