in spirit to Jerusalem.

We will give one more example of her spiritual exertions. One
morning she gave her friend a little bag containing some rye-flour and
eggs, and pointed out to him a small house where a poor woman, who was
in a consumption, was living with her husband and two little children.
He was to tell her to boil and take them, as when boiled they would be
good for her chest. The friend, on entering the cottage, took the bag
from under his cloak, when the poor mother, who, flushed with fever,
was lying on a mattress between her half-naked children fixed her eyes
bright upon him, and holding out her thin hands, exclaimed: 'O, sir, it
must be God or Sister Emmerich who sends you to me! You are bringing me
some ryeflour and eggs.' Here the poor woman, overcome by her feelings,
burst into tears, and then began to cough so violently that she had to
make a sign to her husband to speak for her. He said that the previous
night Gertrude had been much disturbed, and had talked a great deal in
her sleep, and that on awaking she had told him her dream in these
words: 'I thought that I was standing at the door with you, when the holy
nun came out of the door of the next house, and I told you to look at
her. She stopped in front of us, and said to me: "Ah, Gertrude, you look
very ill; I will send you some rye-flour and eggs, which will relieve
your chest." Then I awoke.' Such was the simple tale of the poor man; he
and his wife both eagerly expressed their gratitude, and the bearer of
Anne Catherine's alms left the house much overcome. He did not tell her
anything of this when he saw her, but a few days after, she sent him
again to the same place with a similar present, and he then asked her
how it was she knew that poor woman? 'You know,' she replied, 'that I pray
every evening for all those who suffer; I should like to go and relieve
them, and I generally dream that I am going from one abode of suffering
to another, and that I assist them to the best of my power. In this way
I went in my dream to that poor woman's house; she was standing at the
door with her husband, and I said to her: "Ah, Gertrude, you look very
ill; I will send you some rye-flour and eggs, which will relieve your
chest." And this I did through you, the next morning.' Both persons had
remained in their beds, and dreamed the same thing, and the dream came
true. St. Augustine, in his City of God, book 18, c. 18, relates a
similar thing of two philosopher