“Providence has ordered the harvests of wit much as it has ordered the harvests of the field,” returned the juggler, who felt the sarcasm of the other’s remark with all the poignancy that it could derive from truth; since, to expose his real situation, he was absolutely indebted to an extraordinary access of generosity in Baptiste, for his very passage across the Leman.  “One year, thou shall find the vineyard dripping liquors precious as diamonds, while, the next, barrenness shall make it its seat.  To-day the peasant will complain that poverty prevents him from building the covering necessary to house his crops, while to-morrow he will be heard groaning over empty garners.  Abundance and famine travel the earth hard upon each other’s heels, and it is not surprising that he who lives by his wits should sometimes fail of his harvest, as well as he who lives by his hands.”

“If constant custom can secure success, the pious Conrad should be prosperous,” answered Maso, “for, of all machinery, that of sin is the least seldom idle.  His trade at least can never fail for want of employers.”

“Thou hast it, Signor Maso; and it is for this especial reason that I wish my parents had educated me for a bishoprick.  He that is charged with reproving his fellow creatures for their vices need never know an idle hour.”

“Thou dost not understand what thou sayest,” put in Conrad; “love for the saints has much fallen away since my youth, and where there is one Christian ready now to bestow his silver, in order to get the blessing of some favorite shrine, there were then ten.  I have heard the elders of us pilgrims say, that, fifty years since, ’twas a pleasure to bear the sins of a whole parish, for ours is a business in which the load does not so much depend on the amount as the quality; and, in their time there were willing offerings, frank confessions, and generous consideration for those who undertook the toil.”

“In such a trade, the less thou hast to answer for, in behalf of others, the more will pass to thy credit on the score of thine own backslidings,” pithily remarked Nicklaus Wagner, who was a sturdy Protestant, and apt enough at levelling these side-hits at those who professed a faith, obnoxious to the attacks of all who dissented from the opinions and the spiritual domination of Rome.

But Conrad was a rare specimen of what may be effected by training and well-rooted prejudices.  In presenting this man to the mind of the reader, we have no intention to impugn the doctrines of the particular church to which he belonged, but simply to show, as the truth will fully warrant, to what a pass of flagrant and impudent pretension the qualities of man, unbridled by the wholesome corrective of a sound and healthful opinion, was capable of conducting abuses on the most solemn and gravest subjects.  In that age usages prevailed, and were so familial to the minds of the actors as to excite neither reflection nor comment,