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quickly from my couch, and had scarcely finished my toilet when the good Brother, with his usual smile upon his face, entered, bending under the weight of a large tray on which was laid a tempting breakfast. In rather provincial French he asked me how I was. 1 knew just enough French to be able to say I was very well and thank him for his kindness. "You sleep-a the veely veel?" said he. "Well, not very well," said I, for he was so good I hated to tell him a lie. I asked him to kindly send me one of the Fathers who could speak English, and they all seemed to speak it freely. "Oh," said he "me no understand English; me speak-a the Basque." Exit the Brother; enter the Father. After the conven tional exchange of courtesies, I ventured to ask him for an ex planation of the alarm-bell and the mysterious noise, and he said, with a smile: "Oh, that was the monks chanting 'Matins and Lauds,' which they rise every night at one o'clock to re cite. I hope it did not disturb you." "Well, not much," 1 replied. The explanation seemed satisfactory so far, but the next night, not later than 8 o'clock, 1 heard a more terrible noise. Evidently a number of them were whipping some real or sup posed offender. Making inquiries also about this the follow- ing morning, 1 was told it was the taking of the Discipline. ' ( "What is that?" I asked: "flogging somebody?" "Well, yes," he said, "somebody, but not some other body. In the infliction of this particular punishment, the master and slave are one and the same individual; each one whips him "V self." "What for?" "Well, to subdue and mortify the flesh." "Oh!" I said, "I think that is foolish." 1 ' He replied: "But the wisdom of men is foolishness before God, as St. Paul says; and, as the same apostle says, he chas tised his body and brought it into subjection, lest while he , preached to others he might himself become a castaway.