“My God, Thou who art my strength, help me. I have now given up to Thee all that I have loved. I have nothing left to offer Thee but my sorrow. Accept it, and protect all my dear ones--the dead who rest and the living who are at work....” When she rose to help Marie lay her modest table, her face glowed with a serene peace--the peace of those who wait fearlessly for death after having met life bravely.