SOULS--dear Lord, we must have souls! Above all, souls of apostles and of martyrs, that through them we may inflame the multitude of poor sinners with love of Thee. HIST. D'UNE AME, APPENDIX AFTER recreation one day when the Mother Prioress had spoken of the persecution already raging against Religious Communities, Sœur Thérèse said to a novice: "Ah! Sister, we live in an era of martyrs! Blood will be shed.--What happiness if it should be ours!" COUNSELS AND REMINISCENCES A NOVICE on her way to the laundry one day, went at a slow pace through the garden, looking at the flowers as she passed. Sœur Thérèse who followed walking quickly, soon overtook her and said: "Is that how one hastens who has children (_souls_) to support, for whose sustenance she is obliged to work? . . . " COUNSELS AND REMINISCENCES DURING her illness she wrote: "The will of the good God is my sole desire; and I declare that if in Heaven I could no longer work for His glory, I would choose exile rather than the Fatherland." IV LETTER TO HER MISSIONARY "BROTHERS" WHAT draws me towards the Heavenly Country is the call of our Lord, the hope of at last loving Him as I have so ardently desired, and the thought that I shall be able to make Him loved by _a multitude of souls_ who will bless Him eternally. VIII LETTER TO HER MISSIONARY "BROTHERS" CONFIDENTLY I count upon not remaining inactive in Heaven, my desire is to work still for the Church and for souls: this I ask of God, and I am certain that He will hear me. If I quit already the battlefield, it is not with the selfish desire of taking my rest. Suffering has long since become my heaven here below, and it is difficult to imagine how it will be possible for me to become acclimatized to a country where joy reigns, unmingled with sorrow. Jesus must needs transform my soul completely, else I could not support eternal bliss. HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII JUST now a few notes of distant music fell upon my ear, and set me thinking that very soon I shall hear melodies beyond compare; yet this thought can give me but a moment's gladness; one only expectation makes my heart throb: _it is the love that I shall receive and the love that I shall be able to give!_ _I feel that my mission is now to begin, my mission to make others love the good God as I love Him . . . to give to souls my little way_. I WILL SPEND MY HEAVEN IN DOING GOOD UPON EARTH. This is not impossible, since the Angels in the full enjoyment of the Beatific Vision keep watch over us. No, I shall never rest till the end of the world! But when the Angel shall have said: "Time is no more!" [1] then I shall rest--shall be able to rejoice, because the number of the elect will be complete. HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII [1] Apoc., x, 6. SIMPLICITY