The priest gave her a general absolution; after which she stretched herself out, and those around her thought that she was dying.

A person who had often given her pain now drew near her bed and asked her pardon.

She looked at him in surprise, and said with the most expressive accent of truth, 'I have nothing to forgive any living creature.' During the last days of her life, when her death was momentarily expected, several of her friends remained constantly in the room adjoining hers.

They were speaking in a low tone, and so that she could not hear them, of her patience, faith, and other virtues, when all on a sudden they heard her dying voice saying: 'Ah, for the love of God, do not praise me--that keeps me here, because I then have to suffer double.

O my God! how many fresh flowers are falling upon me!' She always saw flowers as the forerunners and figures of sufferings.