the pain mounted from his pierced limbs and nerves to his heart, which was very vigorous and uncorrupted, and thus tortured him with incredible pain and suffering. And sometimes the pain shot from his heart to his lacerated members, and thus prolonged death with bitterness. And when my Son, surrounded with these pains, looked to his weeping friends, who would have preferred with his assistance to bear that penalty in their own persons, or to burn forever in hell, rather than see him thus tortured, this' pain, from the grief of his friends, exceeded all bitterness and tribulation, which he endured either in body or in heart, because he loved them tenderly. Then in his great anguish of body, he cried in his humanity to his Father: “Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.” When I, his most afflicted mother, heard these words, all my limbs trembled in my bitter grief of heart. And as often as I thought of this word, it was present and fresh in my ears. And as death came on, when his heart was breaking from excessive pain, then all his members quivered, and his head, rising slightly, inclined. His mouth was seen to open, disclosing his tongue all covered with blood. His hands shrunk a little from the holes of the nails, and the feet
