the third, he fights a duel with a rival, and kills him: whereupon
the mistress of his victim takes poison, and dies, in great agonies, on
the stage. In the fourth act, Don Juan, having entered a church for the
purpose of carrying off a nun, with whom he is in love, is seized by the
statue of one of the ladies whom he has previously victimized, and made
to behold the ghosts of all those unfortunate persons whose deaths he
has caused.

This is a most edifying spectacle. The ghosts rise solemnly, each in a
white sheet, preceded by a wax-candle; and, having declared their names
and qualities, call, in chorus, for vengeance upon Don Juan, as thus:--

DON SANDOVAL loquitur.

"I am Don Sandoval d'Ojedo. I played against Don Juan my fortune, the
tomb of my fathers, and the heart of my mistress;--I lost all: I played
against him my life, and I lost it. Vengeance against the murderer!
vengeance!"--(The candle goes out.)

THE CANDLE GOES OUT, and an angel descends--a flaming sword in his
hand--and asks: "Is there no voice in favor of Don Juan?" when lo!
Don Juan's father (like one of those ingenious toys called
"Jack-in-the-box,") jumps up from his coffin, and demands grace for his
son.

When Martha the nun returns, having prepared all things for her
elopement, she finds Don Juan fainting upon the ground.--"I am no longer
your husband," says he, upon coming to himself; "I am no longer Don
Juan; I am Brother Juan the Trappist. Sister Martha, recollect that you
must die!"

This was a most cruel blow upon Sister Martha, who is no less a person
than an angel, an angel in disguise--the good spirit of the house of
Marana, who has gone to the length of losing her wings and forfeiting
her place in heaven, in order to keep company with Don Juan on earth,
and, if possible, to convert him. Already, in her angelic character, she
had exhorted him to repentance, but in vain; for, while she stood at one
elbow, pouring not merely hints, but long sermons, into his ear, at the
other elbow stood a bad spirit, grinning and sneering at all her pious
counsels, and obtaining by far the greater share of the Don's attention.

In spite, however, of the utter contempt with which Don Juan treats
her,--in spite of his dissolute courses, which must shock her
virtue,--and his impolite neglect, which must wound her vanity, the poor
creature (who, from having been accustomed to better company, might have
been presumed to have had better taste), the