for me, than affected by his own suffering. Then the color of death came on wherever he could be seen for the blood; his cheeks clung to his jaws, his attenuated ribs could be numbered; his belly, exhausted of all its humors, collapsed on his back, and his nostrils were pinched up, as his heart was almost broken. Then his whole body quivered, and his beard sank on his breast. Then I fell lifeless to the ground. His mouth being open, as he had expired, his tongue, teeth, and the blood in his mouth could be seen by those looking on; and his half-closed eyes were turned up; and his body, now dead, hung heavily, the knees inclining to one side, the feet to the other, on the nails as on hinges. Meanwhile, some men standing by, said, as it were, exultingly: “ Mary, thy Son is dead.” Others of more sense said: u O lady, now the penalty of thy Son is paid to eternal glory.” A short time after, his side being opened and the lance drawn out, the blood appeared on the spearhead, as it were, of a ruddy color, showing that the heart was pierced. This wound penetrated my heart, and it is wonderful that it did not burst. Others departed, but I could not.
But now I was consoled that I could touch his body taken down from the cross, and
