But it was not only by precept that she taught us; her life was a living epistle.

One morning as the winter was advancing I heard her say she hoped she would be able to get a nice woolen shawl, as hers was getting worse for wear.

Shortly after I went out into the street and found a roll of money lying at my feet.

Oh I remember it as well as if it had just occurred.

How my heart bounded with joy.