crowning with thorns, the
condemnation to death, the carrying of the cross, the linen cloth
presented by Veronica, the crucifixion, the insults of the Pharisees,
the sorrows of Mary, of Magdalen, and of John, the wound of the lance
in his side, after death;--in one word, every part of the Passion was
shown to him in the minutest detail. He accepted all voluntarily,
submitting to everything for the love of man. He saw also and felt the
sufferings endured at that moment by his Mother, whose interior union
with his agony was so entire that she had fainted in the arms of her
two friends.

When the visions of the Passion were concluded, Jesus fell on his
face like one at the point of death; the angels disappeared, and the
bloody sweat became more copious, so that I saw it had soaked his
garment. Entire darkness reigned in the cavern, when I beheld an angel
descent to Jesus. This angel was of higher stature than any whom I had
before beheld, and his form was also more distinct and more resembling
that of a man. He was clothed like a priest in a long floating garment,
and bore before him, in his hands, a small vase, in shape resembling
the chalice used at the Last Supper. At the top of this chalice, there
was a small oval body, about the size of a bean, and which diffused a
reddish light. The angel, without touching the earth with his feet,
stretched forth his right hand to Jesus, who arose, when he placed the
mysterious food in his mouth, and gave him to drink from the luminous
chalice. Then he disappeared.

Jesus having freely accepted the chalice of his sufferings, and
received new strength, remained some minutes longer in the grotto,
absorbed in calm meditation, and returning thanks to his Heavenly
Father. He was still in deep affliction of spirit, but supernaturally
comforted to such a degree as to be able to go to his disciples without
tottering as he walked, or bending beneath the weight of his
sufferings. His countenance was still pale and altered, but his step
was firm and determined. He had wiped his face with a linen cloth, and
rearranged his hair, which hung about his shoulders, matted together
and damp with blood.

When Jesus came to his disciples, they were lying, as before,
against the wall of the terrace, asleep, and with their heads covered.
Our Lord told them that then was not the time for sleep, but that they
should arise and pray: 'Behold the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man
shall be betrayed into t