"Blessed and praised be Jesus Christ! She is doing this, dearest
Mitri! ... She is blessing and praising Him better far than we can
ever do. But yet we, too, must, to the best of our powers, praise
Him--and not in a general way, for that is a matter of course, and
something we ought to do with our every breath, but in a special
manner,--for having so unspeakably blessed your saintly mother. She
was like Him in suffering, to be the more like Him in glory. I need
not tell you ... what an angel your mother was; but in my deep sorrow
I feel I must tell you that ever since I have known her I could never
think of the bond which God, in His mercy toward me, had created
between her soul and mine, without being filled with a sense of
intense reverence, heartfelt love, and deep happiness. My soul is
very sorrowful, and yet my spirit rejoices at the same time that she
has reached the goal; and I know that she continues to help me by her
powerful intercession. Rejoice, dearest Mitri, in being the beloved
son of a saint; rejoice to have been the cause of so much consolation
to her; rejoice to know that she is still blessing you with the
unspeakable love of a mother!"
Amalie Gallitzin was buried as she had wished it,--not with any pride
or ostentation, in some grand vault, but in the little churchyard of
Angelmodde, among the poor she had loved so well. A large crucifix
throws its hallowed shade upon her humble grave, and on the base of
it are inscribed these words:
"'I count all things to be but loss for the excellent knowledge of
Jesus Christ my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all
things, and count them but as dung, that I may gain Christ.' (Phil.,
iii, 8.) Thus felt and lived the mother of the poor and the
oppressed, Princess Amalie Gallitzin, Countess von Schmettau, whose
mortal remains rest at the foot of this cross, awaiting a glorious
resurrection. She died the 27th of April, 1806, in the fifty-eighth
year of her age. Pray for her."
Bishop Carroll, writing to Gallitzin, said: "It is not only because
she was your mother that she was dear to me, and that I get others to
pray for her, but because she sought ever to promote the welfare of
religion with zeal and earnestness in this diocese. I can only offer
you my deepest sympathy on being deprived of a mother who was so much
to be revered, and who in the hands of God was the means of procuring
you so many precious graces."
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