Or had he a Lion by his Side?  Nothing of all these, said he; but his Person was comely, which made his Age appear such as carried in it much Comeliness, but no Deformity.  What Need had he to have a Lion by his Side, as he is commonly painted?  His Gown came down to his Heels, as transparent as Crystal, and of the same Fashion of that he gave to Reuclin.  It was all over painted with Tongues of three several Colours; some imitated Rubies, some Emeralds, and others Sapphires; and beside the Clearness of it, the Order set it off very much.

Po. An Intimation, I suppose, of the three Tongues that he profess’d.

Br. Without doubt:  For he said, that upon the very Borders of the Garments were the Characters of these three Languages inscrib’d in their different Colours.

Po. Had Jerome no Company with him?

Br. No Company, do you say?  The whole Field swarm’d with Myriads of Angels, that fill’d the Air as thick, as those little Corpuscles they call Atoms, fly in the Sun Beams; pardon the Meanness of the Comparison.  If they had not been as transparent as Glass, there would have been no Heaven nor Earth to have been seen.

Po. O brave, I am glad with all my Heart, for Reuclin’s, Sake; but what follow’d?

Br.  Jerome, (says he) for Honour’s Sake, giving Reuclin the Right-Hand, and embracing him, conducts him into the Meadow, and up a Hill that was in the middle of it, where they kiss’d and embrac’d one another again:  In the mean Time, the Heavens open’d over their Heads to a prodigious Wideness, and there appear’d a Glory so unutterable, as made every Thing else, that pass’d for wonderful before, to look mean and sordid.

Po. Can’t you give us some Representation of it?

Br.  No, how should I, that did not see it?  He who did see it, says, that he was not able to express the very Dream of it.  He said, he would die a thousand Deaths to see it over again, if it were but for one Moment.

Po. How then?

Br. Out of this Overture of the Heavens, there was let down a great Pillar of Fire that was transparent, and of a very pleasant Form:  By this the two holy Souls were carried into Heaven, in one anothers Embraces; a Choir of Angels all the While accompanying them, with so charming a Melody, that the Franciscan says, he is never able to think of the Delight of it without weeping.  And after this there follow’d a wonderful fragrant Smell.  When he waked out of his Dream, if you will call it a Dream, he was just like a mad Man.  He would not believe he was in his Cell; he called for his Bridge and his Meadow; he could not speak or think of any Thing else but them.  The Seniors of the Convent, when they found the Story to be no Fable, for it is certain that Reuclin dy’d at the very Instant that the holy Man had this Vision, they unanimously gave Thanks to God, that abundantly rewards good Men for their good Deeds.