to the misery from which he came. So, though I was incomparably sad for the death of my Son, yet as my Son was to die no more, but live forever, I rejoiced in soul, and so a certain gladness was mingled with my grief. I can truly say that when my Son was buried, there were in a manner two hearts in one tomb. Is it not said: “ Where thy treasure is, there is thy heart ?” So my thoughts and my heart were ever in the sepulchre of my Son. — Lib. ii., c. 21.
CHAPTER XXI.
Our Lady’s Compassion.
At the death of my Son, I was like a woman having her heart pierced with five lances. For the first lance was the shameful and opprobrious nudity; because I saw my most beloved and powerful Son standing naked at the pillar, and having no clothing. The second was his accusation; for they accused him, calling him a traitor and a liar, and even an assassin, whom I knew to be just and truth-
