Ibid.  ‘In her coffin yet.’  Cf.  Lib.  VIII. section I.

Ibid.  ‘So she said.’  Cf.  Ibid.

Ibid.  ‘The poor of Christ.’  ’She begged her master to distribute all to the poor, except a worthless tunic in which she wished to be buried.  She made no will:  she would have no heir beside Christ’ (i.e. the poor).

P. 143.  ‘Martha, and their brother,’ etc.

I have compressed the events of several days into one in this scene.  I give Dietrich’s own account, omitting his reflections.  ’When she had been ill twelve days and more one of her maids sitting by her bed heard in her throat a very sweet sound, . . . and saying, “Oh, my mistress, how sweetly thou didst sing!” she answered, “I tell thee, I heard a little bird between me and the wall sing merrily; who with his sweet song so stirred me up that I could not but sing myself."’

Again, section 3.  ’The last day she remained till evening most devout, having been made partaker of the celestial table, and inebriated with that most pure blood of life, which is Christ.  The word of truth was continually on her lips, and opening her mouth of wisdom, she spake of the best things, which she had heard in sermons; eructating from her heart good words, and the law of clemency was heard on her tongue.  She told from the abundance of her heart how the Lord Jesus condescended to console Mary and Martha at the raising again of their brother Lazarus, and then, speaking of His weeping with them over the dead, she eructated the memory of the abundance of the Lord’s sweetness, affectu et effectu (in feeling and expression?).  Certain religious person who were present, hearing these words, fired with devotion by the grace which filled her lips, melted into tears.  To whom the saint of God, now dying, recalled the sweet words of her Lord as He went to death, saying, “Daughters of Jerusalem,” etc.  Having said this she was silent.  A wonderful thing.  Then most sweet voices were heard in her throat, without any motion of her lips; and she asked of those round, “Did ye not hear some singing with me?” “Whereon none of the faithful are allowed to doubt,” says Dietrich, “when she herself heard the harmony of the heavenly hosts,” etc. etc. . . .  From that time till twilight she lay, as if exultant and jubilant, showing signs of remarkable devotion, till the crowing of the cock.  Then, as if secure in the Lord, she said to the bystanders, “What should we do if the fiend showed himself to us?” And shortly afterwards, with a loud and clear voice, “Fly! fly!” as if repelling the daemon.’

’At the cock-crow she said, “Here is the hour in which the Virgin brought forth her child Jesus and laid him in a manger. . . .  Let us talk of Him, and of that new star which he created by his omnipotence, which never before was seen.”  “For these” (says Montanus in her name) “are the venerable mysteries of our faith, our richest blessings, our fairest ornaments:  in these all the reason of our hope flourishes, faith grows, charity burns."’