“Every night,” he repeated,“yes, every night he comes and howls and suffocates me.In passion have I done one thing and another, an angry mind was I born with; it has brought me here a second time;but if I have done wrong,then I have had my punishment.Only one thing have I not acknowledged. When I last came out of here and passed my master's farm,one thing and another boiled up in me,—I scratched a sulfur match along the wall, it ran a little too near the thatch of the roof, everything burned.Passion came over it, as it comes over me.I helped to save the cattle and effects.Nothing living was burned but a flock of pigeons,which flew into the fire,and the watch-dog. I had not thought of it. One could hear it howling,and that howl I always hear still,when I want to sleep,and when I fall asleep, then comes the dog, so big and shaggy; he lays himself on me, howls, presses me,and suffocates me. Then listen to what I tell you; you can snore, snore the whole night, and I not a short quarter of an hour.” And the blood shone in his eyes, he threw himself over his comrade and hit him with clenched fist in the face clear brilliant. “Angry Ads has gone mad again!” was the cry round about, and the other scoundrels caught hold of him,wrestled with him,and bent him so that his head sat between his legs where they bound it fast;the blood was almost springing out of his eyes and all his pores. “You will kill him,”shouted the priest,“the miser-able one!” And whilst he, in order to hinder them,stretched out his hand over the sinner, who already in this world suffered too severely,the scene changed;they flew through rich halls, and through poor rooms; Self-Indus-gene,Envy,all the deadly sins marched past them;an angel of judgment read their sins,their defense;this was but weak before God,but God reads the hearts,He knows everything, the evil which comes from within and from without, He who is mercy and love. The hand of the priest trembled,he dared not stretch it forth to pull a hair from the sinner's head.And ,like the water of mercy and love, which quench the ever-lasting fires of Hell.And the cock crew macau jobs for foreigners. “Merciful God!The will give her that rest in the grave,which I have not been able to obtain.” “I have it now!”said the dead one,“it was they hard words,they dark belief about God and His works,which drove me to the!Learn to know men;even in the wicked there is something of God,something which will triumph,and quench the fire of Hell.” A kiss was pressed on the mouth of the priest,light beamed round about him;God's clear sun shone into the chamber , where his wife, gentle and loving, wakened him from a dream sent by God.