On Friday evening violent vomiting appeared to have benefited the sufferer.  He had rejected most of the poison, and had a fairly quiet night.  But on the Saturday morning Derues sent the cooper’s little girl to buy more medicine, which he prepared, himself, like the first.  The day was horrible, and about six in the evening, seeing his victim was at the last gasp, he opened a little window overlooking the shop and summoned the cooper, requesting him to go at once for a priest.  When the latter arrived he found Derues in tears, kneeling at the dying boy’s bedside.  And now, by the light of two tapers placed on a table, flanking the holy water-stoup, there began what on one side was an abominable and sacrilegious comedy, a disgraceful parody of that which Christians consider most sacred and most dear; on the other, a pious and consoling ceremony.  The cooper and his wife, their eyes bathed in tears, knelt in the middle of the room, murmuring such prayers as they could remember.

Derues gave up his place to the priest, but as Edouard did not answer the latter’s questions, he approached the bed, and bending over the sufferer, exhorted him to confession.

“Dear boy,” he said, “take courage; your sufferings here will be counted to you above:  God will weigh ahem in the scales of His infinite mercy.  Listen to the words of His holy minister, cast your sins into His bosom, and obtain from Him forgiveness for your faults.”

“I am in such terrible pain!” cried Edouard.  “Water! water!  Extinguish the fire which consumes me!”

A violent fit came on, succeeded by exhaustion and the death-rattle.  Derues fell on his knees, and the priest administered extreme unction.  There was then a moment of absolute silence, more impressive than cries and sobs.  The priest collected himself for a moment, crossed himself, and began to pray.  Derues also crossed himself, and repeated in a low voice, apparently choked by grief

“Go forth, O Christian soul, from this world, in the name of God the Father Almighty, who created thee; in the name of Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, who suffered for thee; in the name of the Holy Ghost, who was poured out upon thee.”

The youth struggled in his bed, and a convulsive movement agitated his limbs.  Derues continued—­

“When thy soul departs from this body may it be admitted to the holy Mountain of Sion, to the Heavenly Jerusalem, to the numerous company of Angels, and to the Church of the First-born, whose names are written in Heaven——­”

“Mother! . . .  My mother!” cried Edouard.  Derues resumed—­

“Let God arise, and let the Powers of Darkness be dispersed! let the Spirits of Evil, who reign over the air, be put to flight; let them not dare to attack a soul redeemed by the precious blood of Jesus Christ.”

“Amen,” responded the priest and the Martins.

There was another silence, broken only by the stifled sobs of Derues.  The priest again crossed himself and took up the prayer.