whose body and blood you are about to receive, and beg Him with me that on leaving you He may take you with Him." And so he gives her Holy Viaticum, and he anoints her five senses with the holy oils, feeling sure, however, these senses have never been defiled by mortal sin. When all is finished with the last blessing, it is evident their prayer is answered, for already her agony begins. Agony! No, it is not so, for as one lives, so shall one die. Her death is as gentle as was her life. A loving smile for her dear Sisters; a glance at the priest on her right as she whispers: " Jesus; " a glance at Mother Superior on her left as she murmurs: " Mary," and she dies with the sweet name of Joseph on her lips — Joseph who procured for her the grace of dying as nearly as possible as he died — in the arms of Jesus, the Priest of priests, and of Mary, the Virgin of Virgin Mothers. Ah! parents who arrive too late, why mourn that heaven is richer by one more saint? The very expression on her dead face bids you rejoice, for it reflects the peace of her soul. The old and the poor lament, but they mourn not her loss but their own. Why dread a death like hers? The little ones she taught crowd round her corpse as familiarly as though she lived. What a blessed sight was that — some two score little tots sitting around, silent and serious, wondering, no doubt, that their dear Sister, usually so active, should lie so quietly in their midst. And one little fellow she was forced lately to chastise now comes to pour out his sorrow and forgiveness in a passion of tears. Ah! not sorrowful or repulsive is
