. . . I have
understood humility of heart!"
. . . . . . .
At half-past four, her agony began--the agony of this "Victim of
Divine Love." When the Community gathered round her, she thanked
them with the sweetest smile, and then, completely given over to
love and suffering, the Crucifix clasped in her failing hands, she
entered on the final combat. The sweat of death lay heavy on her
brow . . . she trembled . . . but, as a pilot, when close to
harbour, is not dismayed by the fury of the storm, so this soul,
strong in faith, saw close at hand the beacon-lights of Heaven,
and valiantly put forth every effort to reach the shore.
As the convent bells rang the evening Angelus, she fixed an
inexpressible look upon the statue of the Immaculate Virgin, the
Star of the Sea. Was it not the moment to repeat her beautiful
prayer:
"O thou who camest to smile on me in the morn of my life, come
once again and smile, Mother, for now it is eventide!"[15]
A few minutes after seven, turning to the Prioress, the poor
little Martyr asked: "Mother, is it not the agony? . . . am I not
going to die?" "Yes, my child, it is the agony, but Jesus perhaps
wills that it be prolonged for some hours." In a sweet and
plaintive voice she replied: "Ah, very well then . . . very well
. . . I do not wish to suffer less!"
Then, looking at her crucifix:
"Oh! . . . I love Him! . . . My God, I . . . love . . . Thee!"
These were her last words.
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