as much filled with hope and confidence as if I had never
committed a sin.' Her eyes turned lovingly towards the cross which was
placed at the foot of her bed, her breathing became accelerated, she
often drank some liquid; and when the little crucifix was held to her,
she from humility only kissed the feet. A friend who was kneeling by
her bedside in tears, had the comfort of often holding her the water
with which to moisten her lips. As he had laid her hand, on which the
white scar of the wound was most distinctly visible, on the
counterpane, he took hold of that hand, which was already cold, and as
he inwardly wished for some mark of farewell from her, she slightly
pressed his. Her face was calm and serene, bearing an expression of
heavenly gravity, and which can only be compared to that of a valiant
wrestler, who after making unheard of efforts to gain the victory,
sinks back and dies in the very act of seizing the prize. The priest
again read through the prayers for persons in their last agony, and she
then felt an inward inspiration to pray for a pious young friend whose
feast day it was. Eight o'clock struck; she breathed more freely for the
space of a few minutes, and then cried three times with a deep groan: 'O
Lord, assist me: Lord, Lord, come!' The priest rang his bell, and said,
'She is dying.' Several relations and friends who were in the next room
came in and knelt down to pray. She was then holding in her hand a
lighted taper, which the priest was supporting. She breathed forth
several slight sighs, and then her pure soul escaped her chaste lips,
and hastened, clothed in the nuptial garment, to appear in heavenly
hope before the Divine Bridegroom, and be united for ever to that
blessed company of virgins who follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth.
Her lifeless body sank gently back on the pillows at halfpast eight
o'clock p.m., on the 9th February 1824.

A person who had taken great interest in her during life wrote as
follows: 'After her death, I drew near to her bed. She was supported by
pillows, and lying on her left side. Some crutches, which had been
prepared for her by her friends on one occasion when she had been able
to take a few turns in the room, were hanging over her head, crossed,
in a corner. Near them hung a little oil painting representing the
death of the Blessed Virgin, which had been given her by the Princess
of Salm. The expression of her countenance was perfectly sublime, and
bore the