"Yes; brother L---- could not help telling her how sorry we were to lose her; and she said, 'You have not lost me, brother L----; I shall never forget my dear Methodist friends, and shall never cease to love and pray for them!' 'Pray for them!' brother L---- said with great contempt; 'we don't thank people for praying to the saints for us; we can pray to God for ourselves. Ah Sister H----! if you would only pray to him as you used to, when you were a warm-hearted Methodist, that would do!' Her answer to this was what puzzled me. I remember every word of it, she looked so grieved, and so sweetly earnest, while the tears fairly came to her eyes as she said, 'Pray to God as I used to, Brother L----! Why, I never knew the meaning of the word prayer until I was a Catholic! I then entered the very atmosphere of prayer! My life, my breath, my every thought, my every action, became one continual prayer to an ever-present God from that hour. The saints united with me, assisted me--at my request prayed for me--and for those for whom I desired their prayers in union with my own; and of that perfect union and communion with them, I can give you no idea. O brother L----! believe me, there is no home for a 'warm-hearted Methodist' but the Catholic Church! Don't you remember, in our class conferences, how I used to say I was happy, but not satisfied; I felt that I was still a seeker. I had been first a Congregationalist, then an Episcopalian, and at last a Methodist; but had not found all I was seeking for. You thought I never would until I reached heaven; but'--and how I wish, dear friend, you could have seen and heard her as she said it, for I cannot describe her impressive manner--'but brother, I have found it all in the Catholic Church! The blank is filled. The yearning of my soul is satisfied so entirely that there is nothing left to desire!'