"O God," he said, "I am all evil, without and within. My soul is black with the color of my sin, and my shoulders are bowed with the weight of it. God of all mercies, be merciful to me, the chief of sinners!"

As he went out he met a friend.

"Where have you been?" asked the friend.

"I have been at the altar," said the man, "confessing my sins."

"Speaking of sins," said the friend, "there is a fault that I have often noticed in you."

And he told him of his fault.

"Liar!" said the man, and smote him on the mouth.

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