at her hidden strength and at her apparent weakness.  Then my mind was troubled suddenly at the sight of the natural perfections with which the devil was endowed.  I listened to the music of her voice, which warmed me from head to foot, and made me desire to be young, to give myself up to this demon, thinking that for an hour passed in her company my eternal salvation was but poor payment for the pleasure of love tasted in those slender arms.  Then I lost that firmness with which all judges should be furnished.  This demon by me questioned, reasoned with me in such a manner that at the second interrogatory I was firmly persuaded I should be committing a crime in fining and torturing a poor little creature who cried like an innocent child.  Then warned by a voice from on high to do my duty, and that these golden words, the music of celestial appearance, were diabolical mummeries, that this body, so pretty, so infatuating, would transmute itself into a bristly beast with sharp claws, those eyes so soft into flames of hell, her behind into a scaly tail, the pretty rosebud mouth and gentle lips into the jaws of a crocodile, I came back to my intention of having the said Succubus tortured until she avowed her permission, as this practice had already been followed in Christianity.  Now when this demon showed herself stripped to me, to be put to the torture, I was suddenly placed in her power by magical conjurations.  I felt my old bones crack, my brain received a warm light, my heart transhipped young and boiling blood.  I was light in myself, and by virtue of the magic philter thrown into my eyes the snows on my forehead melted away.  I lost all conscience of my Christian life and found myself a schoolboy, running about the country, escaped from class and stealing apples.  I had not the power to make the sign of the cross, neither did I remember the Church, God the Father, nor the sweet Saviour of men.  A prey to this design, I went about the streets thinking over the delights of that voice, the abominable, pretty body of this demon, and saying a thousand wicked things to myself.  Then pierced and drawn by a blow of the devil’s fork, who had planted himself already in my head as a serpent in an oak, I was conducted by this sharp prong towards the jail, in spite of my guardian angel, who from time to time pulled me by the arm and defended me against these temptations, but in spite of his holy advice and his assistance I was dragged by a million claws stuck into my heart, and soon found myself in the jail.  As soon as the door was opened to me I saw no longer any appearance of a prison, because the Succubus had there, with the assistance of evil genii or fays, constructed a pavilion of purple and silk, full of perfumes and flowers, where she was seated, superbly attired with neither irons on her neck nor chains on her feet.  I allowed myself to be stripped of my ecclesiastical vestments, and was put into a scent bath.  Then the demon covered me with a Saracen