After receiving this grace my desire for the salvation of souls increased day by day.  I seemed to hear Our Lord whispering to me, as He did to the Samaritan woman:  “Give me to drink!"[3] It was indeed an exchange of love:  upon souls I poured forth the Precious Blood of Jesus, and to Jesus I offered these souls refreshed with the Dew of Calvary.  In this way I thought to quench His Thirst; but the more I gave Him to drink, so much the more did the thirst of my own poor soul increase, and I accepted it as the most delightful recompense.

In a short time God, in His goodness, had lifted me out of the narrow sphere in which I lived.  The great step was taken; but, alas!  I had still a long road to travel.  Now that I was free from scruples and morbid sensitiveness, my mind developed.  I had always loved what was noble and beautiful, and about this time I was seized with a passionate desire for learning.  Not content with lessons from my teachers, I took up certain subjects by myself, and learnt more in a few months than I had in my whole school life.  Was not this ardour—­“vanity and vexation of spirit"?[4] For me, with my impetuous nature, this was one of the most dangerous times of my life, but Our Lord fulfilled in me those words of Ezechiel’s prophecy:  “Behold thy time was the time of lovers:  and I spread my garment over thee.  And I swore to thee, and I entered into a covenant with thee, saith the Lord God, and thou becamest Mine.  And I washed thee with water, and I anointed thee with oil.  I clothed thee with fine garments, and put a chain about thy neck.  Thou didst eat fine flour and honey and oil, and wast made exceedingly beautiful, and wast advanced to be a queen."[5]

Yes, Our Lord has done all this for me.  I might take each word of that striking passage and show how it has been completely realised in me, but the graces of which I have already told you are sufficient proof.  So I will only speak now of the food with which my Divine Master abundantly provided me.  For a long time I had nourished my spiritual life with the “fine flour” contained in the Imitation of Christ. It was the only book which did me good, for I had not yet found the treasures hidden in the Holy Gospels.  I always had it with me, to the amusement of my people at home.  My aunt used often to open it, and make me repeat by heart the first chapter she chanced to light upon.

Seeing my great thirst for knowledge, God was pleased, when I was fourteen, to add to the “fine flour,” “honey” and “oil” in abundance.

This “honey” and “oil” I found in the conferences of Father Arminjon on The End of this World and the Mysteries of the World to Come. While reading this book my soul was flooded with a happiness quite supernatural.  I experienced a foretaste of what God has prepared for those who love Him; and, seeing that eternal rewards are so much in excess of the petty sacrifices of this life, I yearned to love Our Lord, to love Him passionately, and to give Him countless proofs of affection while this was still in my power.