’Fear not, O Lord, that I shall waken Thee:  I shall await in peace the Heavenly Shore.’

“It is so sweet to serve God in the dark night and in the midst of trial.  After all, we have but this life in which to live by faith.”

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“I am happy at the thought of going to Heaven, but when I reflect on these words of Our Lord:  ’I come quickly, and My reward is with Me, to render to every man according to his works,’[25] I think that He will find my case a puzzle:  I have no works. . . .  Well, He will render unto me according to His own works!"

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“The chief plenary indulgence, which is within reach of everybody, and can be gained without the ordinary conditions, is that of charity—­ which ‘covereth a multitude of sins.’"[26]

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“Surely you will not even pass through Purgatory.  If such a thing should happen, then certainly nobody goes straight to Heaven.”—­“That gives me little thought.  I shall be quite content with the Merciful God’s decision.  Should I go to Purgatory, I shall—­like the three Hebrew children in the furnace—­walk amid the flames singing the Canticle of Love.”

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“In Heaven you will be placed among the Seraphim.”  “If so, I shall not imitate them.  At the sight of God they cover themselves with their wings[27]:  I shall take good care not to hide myself with mine.”

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I showed her a picture which represented Joan of Arc being comforted in prison by her Voices, and she remarked:  “I also am comforted by an interior voice.  From above, the Saints encourage me, saying:  ’So long as thou art a captive in chains, thou canst not fulfill thy mission, but later on, after thy death, will come thy day of triumph.’”

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“In Heaven, God will do all I desire, because on earth I have never done my own will.”

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“You will look down upon us from Heaven, will you not?”—­“No, I will come down.”

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Some months before the death of Soeur Therese, The Life of St. Aloysius was being read in the refectory, and one of the Mothers was struck by the mutual and tender affection which existed between the young Saint and the aged Jesuit, Father Corbinelli.

“You are little Aloysius,” she said to Therese, “and I am old Father Corbinelli—­be mindful of me when you enter Heaven.”  “Would you like me to fetch you thither soon, dear Mother?” “No, I have not yet suffered enough.”  “Nay, Mother, I tell you that you have suffered quite enough.”  To which Mother Hermance replied:  “I dare not say Yes. . . .  In so grave a matter I must have the sanction of authority.”  So the request was made to Mother Prioress, who, without attaching much importance to it, gave her sanction.

Now, on one of the last days of her life, Soeur Therese, scarcely able to speak owing to her great weakness, received through the infirmarian a bouquet of flowers.  It had been gathered by Mother Hermance, and was accompanied by an entreaty for one word of affection.  The message:  “Tell Mother Hermance of the Heart of Jesus that during Mass this morning I saw Father Corbinelli’s grave close to that of little Aloysius.”