The glory of God!—Oh! Cæcilia understood it; most earnestly did she long for it. She divined that her Jesus was athirst for souls . . . that is why her whole desire was that she might lead speedily to Him the soul of the young Roman, who dreamed of naught but human glory: this wise Virgin will make of him a martyr, and multitudes will follow in his footprints. She fears nothing: the Angels have promised and have sung of peace. She knows that the Prince of Peace is bound to protect her, to shield her virginity and to give to her its recompense. "O how beautiful is the chaste generation!"[1]
XVII LETTER TO HER SISTER CÉLINE
I had offered myself to the Child
Jesus to be His little plaything. I had
told Him not to use me like a costly
toy which children are pleased to look at
without daring to touch; but as He
would a little ball of no value, that He
might throw to the ground, toss about,
- ↑ Wisdom, iv, 1.
