This first and sad experience which I made of the real and intimate life of the Roman Catholic priest was so deeply engraved on my memory that I still remember with shame the bacchic song which that priest Morin had taught me, and which I sang on that occasion. It commenced with these Latin words:
Ego in arte Bacchi,
Multum profeei
Decies pintum vini
Hodie bibi.
I also remember one sung by Mr. Varin. Here it is:
Savez-vous pourquoi, mes amis, (bis)
Nous sommes tous si rejouis? (bis)
Amis n’endoutez pas,
C’est qu’un repas