He stooped to the evil of hypocrisy with others, sceptical of their innocence which he could cajole so easily. A few nights after this public chiding he was walking with a letter along the Drumcondra Road when he heard a voice cry: --Halt! He turned and saw three boys of his own class coming towards him in the dusk. He looked at the window and saw that the daylight had grown weaker. Now, we must do the work the season demands.