ents are yours.
Praise be to Jesus Christ.'

On Good Friday, the 30th of March 1820, blood flowed from her head,
feet, hands, chest, and side. It happened that when she fainted, one of
the persons who were with her, knowing that the application of relics
relieved her, placed near her feet a piece of linen in which some were
wrapped, and the blood which came from her wounds reached this piece of
linen after a time. In the evening, when this same piece of linen with
the relics was being placed on her chest and shoulders, in which she
was suffering much, she suddenly exclaimed, while in a state of
ecstasy: 'It is most wonderful, but I see my Heavenly spouse lying in the
tomb in the earthly Jerusalem; and I also see him living in the
heavenly Jerusalem surrounded by adoring saints, and in the midst of
these saints I see a person who is not a saint--a nun. Blood flows from
her head, her side, her hands, and her feet, and the saints are above
the bleeding parts.'

On the 9th February 1821 she fell into an ecstasy at the time of the
funeral of a very holy priest. Blood flowed from her forehead, and the
cross on her breast bled also. Someone asked her, 'What is the matter
with you?' She smiled, and spoke like one awakening from a dream: 'We were
by the side of the body. I have been accustomed lately to hear sacred
music, and the De Profundis made a great impression upon me.' She died
upon the same day three years later. In 1821, a few weeks before
Easter, she told us that it had been said to her during her prayer: 'Take
notice, you will suffer on the real anniversary of the Passion, and not
on the day marked this year in the Ecclesiastical Calendar.' On Friday,
the 30th of March, at ten o'clock in the morning, she sank down
senseless. Her face and bosom were bathed in blood, and her body
appeared covered with bruises like what the blows of a whip would have
inflicted. At twelve o'clock in the day, she stretched herself out in the
form of a cross, and her arms were so extended as to be perfectly
dislocated. A few minutes before two o'clock, drops of blood flowed from
her feet and hands. On Good Friday, the 20th of April, she was simply
in a state of quiet contemplation. This remarkable exception to the
general rule seemed to be an effect of the providence of God, for, at
the hour when her wounds usually bled, a number of curious and
ill-natured individuals came to see her with the intention of causing
her fresh annoyances, by