ho
earnestly besought him not to go to Mount Olivet, for a report has
spread that his enemies were seeking to lay hands on him. But Jesus
comforted them in few words, and hastened onward--it being then about nine
o'clock. They went down the road by which Peter and John had come to the
supper-room, and directed their steps towards Mount Olivet.

I have always seen the Pasch and the institution of the Blessed
Sacrament take place in the order related above. But my feelings were
each time so strongly excited and my emotion so great, that I could not
give much attention to all the details, but now I have seen them more
distinctly. No words can describe how painful and exhausting is such a
sight as that of beholding the hidden recesses of hearts, the love and
constancy of our Saviour, and to know at the same time all that is
going to befall him. How would it be possible to observe all that is
merely external! The heart is overflowing with admiration, gratitude,
and love--the blindness of men seems perfectly incomprehensible--and the
soul is overwhelmed with sorrow at the thought of the ingratitude of the
whole world, and of her own sins!

The eating of the Paschal Lamb was performed by Jesus rapidly, and
in entire conformity with all the legal ordinances. The Pharisees were
in the habit of adding some minute and superstitious ceremonies.

THE PASSION.

"If thou knowest not how to meditate on high and heavenly things,
rest on the Passion of Christ, and willingly dwell in his sacred
wounds. For, if thou fly devoutly to the wounds and precious stigmas of
Jesus, thou shalt feel great comfort in tribulation."--Imitation of Christ,
book 2, chapter 1.

INTRODUCTION.

On the evening of the 18th of February, 1823, a friend of Sister
Emmerich went up to the bed, where she was lying apparently asleep; and
being much struck by the beautiful and mournful expression of her
countenance, felt himself inwardly inspired to raise his heart
fervently to God, and offer the Passion of Christ to the Eternal
Father, in union with the sufferings of all those who have carried
their cross after him. While making this short prayer, he chanced to
fix his eyes for a moment upon the stigmatised hands of Sister
Emmerich. She immediately hid them under the counterpane, starting as
if someone had given her a blow. He felt surprised at this, and asked
her, 'What has happened to you?' 'Many things,' she answered in an expressive
tone. Wh