Pray much, my incomparable Father, for the Archbishop of Bourges,[A] and ask our Sisters to pray for him. What is this storm after all in comparison with the sufferings of Our Lord in His Passion? I beseech His divine Majesty, to which I have consecrated myself, to let my brother's part in this affair serve entirely for His glory, and I doubt not but that it will be so. The doctor was thunderstruck when they told him that Mgr. of Bourges had been removed and M. N. given the Archbishopric. He speaks of nothing but the universal affection of the people of Bourges for our good Archbishop, who feels this blow though he has taken it in his usual good-natured way. You who know him can understand how detrimental the change will be to the poor and to the religious Houses, to both of whom he has been such a benefactor. Our Sisters will not be the least sufferers, for he loved them much and was extremely good to them. A word from you would be an immense consolation to him. May the sweet Jesus fill your heart with His most pure love, and may we eternally repose in Him. Amen. FOOTNOTE: [A] The Archbishop of Bourges, being one of those who discovered the ambitious conspiracy hatched by Condé, Governor of Berry, for which he was arrested in September, 1616, became, upon that Prince's release several years later, the object of his special vengeance. He obliged Mgr. Frémyot to resign his Archiepiscopal See, assigning him in compensation the abbeys of Ferrières, and Breteuil, and also the priory of Nogent-le-Rotrou. XLVI. _To Madame de la Fléchère._ Vive [+] Jésus! PARIS, 1621. Madame, I pray that God may always be your strength, your love, and your hope, for in my littleness I have an incomparable affection for you. Eh! but your letters, dear, best of sisters, console me, and yet I truly feel with you who bear the burden of sharp and hidden sorrows. But after all, how happy we should be to suffer such things with only the eye of God to look upon them. Truly our crosses ought greatly to raise our courage, seeing that by them we attain to a union all secret with our sweet Master, the greatness of whose sufferings nor men nor angels can ever conceive. Take comfort in this thought when pain is at its height. Still, you ought not to conceal your pain from our _Blessed Father_ (but I think you do not).