ee, quoique mon confesseur m'ait
defendu de le dire j'amais, neanmoins mon pere je vais vous le
declarer.

C. Ne le dites point, puisque votre confesseur vous l'a defendu, je ne
veux point l'entendre.

P. Ah! n'importe; je veux vous le dire, c'est un trop grand peche:
J'ai battu ma mere.

C. Vous avez battu votre mere! Ah! miserable, c'est un cas reserve &
un crime qui merite la potence. Et quand l'avez-vous battue?

P. Quand j'etois petite de l'age de quatre ans.

C. Ah! simple, ne savez-vous pas que tout ce que les enfans font avant
l'age de raison, qui est environ l'age de sept ans, ne sauroit etre un
peche.

There is however one thing, which I must frankly declare to you as entitled
to distinct notice and especial commendation. It is, the method of teaching
"catechisms" of a different and higher order: I mean the CHURCH CATECHISMS.
Both the Cathedral and the Abbey of St. Ouen have numerous side chapels.
Within these side chapels are collected, on stated days of the week, the
young of both sexes. They are arranged in a circle. A priest, in his white
robes, is seated, or stands, in the centre of them. He examines, questions,
corrects, or commends, as the opportunity calls for it. His manner is
winning and persuasive. His action is admirable. The lads shew him great
respect, and are rarely rude, or seen to laugh. Those who answer well, and
pay the greater attention, receive, with words of commendation, gentle pats
upon the head--and I could not but consider the blush, with which this mark
of favour was usually received, as so many presages of future excellence in
the youth. I once witnessed a most determined catechetical lecture of
girls; who might be called, in the language of their matrimonial catechism,
"de grandes filles." It was on an evening, in the Chapel of Our Lady in St.
Ouen's Abbey, that this examination took place. Two elderly priests
attended. The responses of the females were as quick as they were correct;
the eye being always invariably fixed on the pavement, accompanied with a
gravity and even piety of expression. A large group of mothers, with
numerous spectators, were in attendance. A question was put, to which a
supposed incorrect response was given. It was repeated, and the same answer
followed. The priest hesitated: something like vexation was kindling in his
cheek, while the utmost calmness and confidence seemed to mark the
countenance of the