consolations in my sufferings. Even this morning I was very happy.
Blessed be the Name of God!'

Her sufferings continued, if possible, to increase. Sitting up, and
with her eyes closed, she fell from one side to another, while
smothered groans escaped her lips. If she laid down, she was in danger
of being stifled; her breathing was hurried and oppressed, and all her
nerves and muscles were shaken and trembled with anguish. After violent
retching, she suffered terrible pain in her bowels, so much so that it
was feared gangrene must be forming there. Her throat was parched and
burning, her mouth swollen, her cheeks crimson with fever, her hands
white as ivory. The scars of the stigmas shone like silver beneath her
distended skin.

Her pulse gave from 160 to 180 pulsations per minute. Although
unable to speak from her excessive suffering, she bore every duty
perfectly in mind. On the evening of the 26th, she said to her friend,
'Today is the ninth day, you must pay for the wax taper and novena at the
chapel of St. Anne.' She was alluding to a novena which she had asked to
have made for her intention, and she was afraid lest her friends should
forget it. On the 27th, at two o'clock in the afternoon, she received
Extreme Unction, greatly to the relief both of her soul and body. In
the evening her friend, the excellent Cure of H___, prayed at her
bedside, which was an immense comfort to her. She said to him: 'How good
and beautiful all this is!' And again: 'May God be a thousand times praised
and thanked!'

The approach of death did not wholly interrupt the wonderful union
of her life with that of the Church. A friend having visited her on the
1st of February in the evening, had placed himself behind her bed where