are no longer with us, how sad I shall feel when
I look at this cell!"

"For consolation, little Mother, you can think how happy I am up
there, and remember that much of my happiness was acquired in that
little cell; for," she added, raising her beautiful eyes to
Heaven, "I have suffered so much there, and I should have been
happy to die there."

As she entered the Infirmary she looked towards the miraculous
statue of Our Lady, which had been brought thither. It would be
impossible to describe that look. "What is it you see?" said her
sister Marie, the witness of her miraculous cure as a child. And
Therese answered: "Never has she seemed to me so beautiful . . .
but to-day it is the statue, whereas that other day, as you well
know, it was not the statue!" And from that time she often
received similar consolations.

One evening she exclaimed: "Oh, how I love Our Blessed Lady! Had I
been a Priest, how I would have sung her praises! She is spoken of
as unapproachable, whereas she should be represented as easy of
imitation. . . . She is more Mother than Queen. I have heard it
said that her splendour eclipses that of all the Saints as the
rising sun makes all the stars disappear. It sounds so strange.
That a Mother should take away the glory of her children! I think
quite the reverse. I believe that she will greatly increase the
splendour of the elect . . . Our Mother Mary! Oh! how simple her
life must have been!" and, continuing her discourse, she drew such
a sweet and delightful picture of the Holy Family that all present
were lost in admiration.

A very heavy cross awaited her before going to join her Spouse.
From August 16 to September 30, the happy day of her death, she
was unable to receive Holy Communion, because of her continual
sickness. Few have hungered for the Bread of Angels like this
seraph of earth. Again and again during that last winter of her
life, after nights of intolerable pain, she rose at early morn to
partake of the Manna of Heaven, and she thought no price too heavy
to pay for the bliss of feeding upon God. Before depriving her
altogether of this Heavenly Food, Our Lord often visited her on
her bed of pain. Her Communion on July 16, the feast of Our Lady
of Mount Carmel, was specially touching. During the previous night
she composed some verses which were to be sung before Communion.

Thou know'st the baseness of my soul, O Lord, Yet fearest not to
stoop and enter me. Come to my heart, O Sacr