"Mother, this ear of corn is an image of my soul: the good God has laden me with graces for myself and for many others! . . . Oh! I wish ever to bow down beneath the abundance of Heaven's gifts, recognizing that all comes from above."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
WHAT do you think of all the graces which have been poured down upon you?
"I think that the Spirit of God breatheth where He will." [17]
COUNSELS AND REMINISCENCES
[17] John, iii, 8.
A SISTER said that in Heaven she would be a beautiful flower, resplendent with light.
"Oh no," she replied, "you know how in pretty bouquets they conceal some moss to make the flowers stand out; well, I shall be a little bit of moss to set off the beauty of the elect."
COUNSELS AND REMINISCENCES
DURING her last agony the Mother Prioress encouraged her with these words: