My Reverend Mother,
Peace and very humble salvation in Our Lord!
Already our letter of January 19 must have taught you that God imposed an immense sacrifice on us that very day, all the more painful because it was asked of us in a completely sudden and unforeseen manner. It is, in fact, in a few hours, we could say in a few moments, that our very dear Sister Uranie-Marie de St-Stanilas, choir teacher, passed from her ordinary state of health into the arms of death, of time to eternity; also our cross at first seemed to us very heavy and our chalice very bitter!...
And, however, we must recognize that even in this promptness, the divine Master acted with infinite delicacy, arranging everything in such a way that in such a short time our lamented Sister was able to confess in full knowledge, to receive at the last moment Extreme Unction and the indulgence of the Order, to be assisted by the prayers of a worthy ecclesiastic and those of the whole Community which she loved so tenderly. Is this not the happy crowning of a life of sixty years, forty-five of which have been spent in the austerities of Carmel? Also, no sooner had we entrusted her mortal remains to the protective shade of the Cross of our modest cemetery than we seemed to hear our dear Sister say to us, in the depths of our hearts, the immortal words of Saint Agnes, with which we were about to begin. the pantry. “Why grieve, Mother, beloved Sisters? I see what I wanted; I have what I hoped for; I am united forever to Him whom I only loved. “Ah! it is that between our dear Sister and the Roman virgin there is more than one analogy: one and the other have known no delights except those of divine love; both have glimpsed the world only to hold it in horror and escaped it at a very tender age. “I love Christ, exclaims Agnès, in response to the solicitations of the son of the Prefect of Rome, I have chosen him for my Spouse, I will not be disloyal to him. » I only want Jesus humiliated, abandoned, crucified, repeats the young Urania in turn, and it is all her defense against the excessive tenderness of her parents and the seductive offers of one of her relatives who promises her, with « a brilliant fortune, all the comforts and all the happiness of this world. "Put to death," said a thirteen-year-old virgin, "put to death this body which may please mortal eyes and may the soul live forever!" And our dear Sister asks the immolations of Carmel for another kind of martyrdom. One dies in the flower of her age and the other retains, despite the years and suffering, an air of youth, candor, ingenuity such that everyone is surprised. The death of that one is a triumph; her last sigh was so calm that we thought we could read there the expression of the Sovereign Judge's favorable reception.
And now, is our task not accomplished? Perhaps, but our hearts need to look back on these sixty years so fertile in merits and to gather the balm of consolation on each of the virtues which, like beautiful flowers, marked the days of our late Sister. So, if you will, we will take little Urania on the knees of her pious mother, twittering her childish prayers and prelude, by the naive offering of her heart, to her solemn oaths.
It was in Toulouse, in the blessed sanctuary of the family, under the aegis of a father and a mother whose religious convictions made them capable of giving their children an education as Christian as it was distinguished according to the world through which they passed. the early years of this blessed child. A happy character, a lively and penetrating mind, a tender, delicate heart, naturally passionate for the beautiful, the true and the good, must have marvelously facilitated the cultivation of this soul and filled his good parents with joy; but understanding also how important it was to preserve her from the poisonous breath of the world and obliged, by their commercial situation, to attend to absorbing occupations, they soon had to, albeit with regret, separate themselves from their beloved daughter and entrust their others the care of an education which they wanted to be perfect in every way. Their choice fell on a virtuous lady whom reversals of fortune had forced to create resources in the foundation of a boarding school. As a friend of the family, she lavished upon young Urania truly maternal solicitude and vigilance, formed her mind and her heart, and, grace aiding the development of natural gifts, made of her the pious and charming young girl who won everyone's affection. It was in this establishment that the dear child saw the great day of her First Communion dawn, an unforgettable day when the divine Spouse of virgins marked her with his seal and made her feel the first attractions of religious life.
A small pamphlet entitled: Paradise on Earth, became from then on the inseparable companion of the young boarder, her guide in the ways of the interior life and like the channel by which she was given the
grace of religious vocation. Carmel, among all the Orders which the favorite book described to her, fixed her attention and responded to her aspirations because, it was said: Carmel is the antechamber of heaven and the Carmelite perceives in contemplation what the saints see in the. glory. This reading inflaming her desires, she only sighed after the fortunate moment which would open the doors of a monastery to her. But it is written that the works of God will suffer contradiction, and trial - awaited our angelic Sister. His parents, in spite of their Christian sense, replied to his first overtures by a formal refusal; it cost them too much to see the hopes they had founded on their dear Urania dashed; so much grace and youth should not be buried in the darkness of a cloister... A close relative, possessor of a fine fortune, still came in tow, dangling this opulence in the most seductive terms. Finally, each sun illuminated scenes in which filial love had to struggle against all the kinds of insinuation and seduction that can invent the heart of a father and a mother who forget that their children belong to God more than to themselves. What will this child of thirteen or fourteen do? She will pray, she will shed her tears before the Lord, and the victory will remain with her because the one whom God protects is invincible. His good mother, hitherto in flourishing health, was seized with an illness which rapidly brought her to the gates of the tomb; in this extremity, her faith, regaining the upper hand over her maternal tenderness, made her apprehensive about leaving her darling daughter in the midst of a world too unworthy of her and inspired her with the courage to give her consent to her entry into her Carmel. The father, whose will was identified with that of the dear invalid, also consented and even wanted to accompany his Isaac to the mountain of the holocaust. Oh, how nimble are the feet of this fifteen-year-old heroine! Oh ! How happy is the heart that finally sees its dreams come true! No doubt, at home remained a beloved mother stretched out on her bed of pain, but her health will soon be restored to her, as a reward for her sacrifice.
The dear postulant was received with open arms by reverende mòro Euphrasia of sweet memory and by the whole community. Besides, she was no stranger to the dear Carmel of Toulouse, for during the long days of waiting, she had many times, accompanied by a faithful and discreet old servant, made furtive visits to her family. of election. The postulancy began and continued with the fervor that the energy deployed by the new arrival could predict in order to conquer her place in Carmel.
By a happy inspiration, Reverend Mother Euphrasia, putting her from the start under the protection of Saint Stanislaus, summed up the past of the angelic child and in a way prophesied her future. Indeed, we saw our dear Sister carry with joy the yoke of the Régie, devote herself to practices of mortification of the senses and progress in the interior life. “It was then the time for the treats of the good Master,” she told us; prayer was done by itself because it was sprinkled with milk and honey and my soul sometimes felt so seized by God and lost in Him that I did not know what to do, unable to bear the excess of my happiness. Also, what would I not have undertaken for his glory in the ardor that animated me. »
She was therefore happy, the dear postulant, and her amiable qualities had won her the affection of her Mothers and her Sisters. But the demon, for having been beaten, did not consider himself defeated: he was particularly angry with this child who, in the silence of her cell, was to, by her immolations and her ardent prayers, contribute to the salvation of a multitude of souls.
The struggle began again with the recovery of his mother Madame D. The same more or less serious reasons were alleged: Uranie was too young; his vocation had not been sufficiently tested; the austerity of the regime would ruin its forces, etc. The poor novice (she was already wearing the Holy Habit, only the ceremony had to be done in secret and without solemnity); the novice stood firm in the face of this storm; but by what anguish was she not tortured for five consecutive years! Was the blessed day of her profession then only a deceptive mirage, vanishing when she thought of reaching it?... Her companions joyfully exchanged their novice veil for that of professed, and she, because her age and by the will of her parents, always kept her white veil, in a continual anxiety to see even this first pledge of her divine betrothal removed.
His fears were, alas! that too founded; the day came, a day full of sadness and tears, when the parents imperiously demanded their daughter, in order, they said, to experience her vocation themselves. It was in vain that she showed them her shaved head and that she employed the most tender entreaties to bend them; it was in vain that the Reverend Mother Euphrasia tried to show them that their determination could seriously compromise this delicate complexion; it was in vain that she concluded by telling them that once they had passed through the closing door, it would not open again for their child. They were insensitive to all these considerations and the poor novice had to allow herself to be stripped of her holy Habit, put on that of the century and resume, with a sad heart, the way to this paternal dwelling to which she had thought she was saying an eternal farewell. They were very long and very sad the few months that she stayed there, despite all the signs of tenderness that her parents gave her and their efforts to distract and cheer her up. The plant, uprooted from the native soil and transplanted into a climate unfavorable to its nature, does not wither there any faster than our beloved Sister wasted away in this atmosphere so different from the glue of her novitiate, although she came back. in an eminently Christian environment. Her maternal grandfather, a man of strong convictions and of great piety, who had already appointed himself her advocate five years previously, saw with extreme displeasure the violence that had been exercised against his dear Urania; not only was he her comforter on this occasion, but he used his authority to oblige Mrs. D. to restore to her daughter the freedom to follow the divine call.
New steps were therefore taken with the Carmel of Toulouse; but the Reverend Mother Euphrasia remained inflexible; all she consented to was to occupy herself with placing her former novice elsewhere and, knowing that our monastery, then of recent creation, lacked subjects, she presented her to our venerable Mother Foundress, Thérèse-Victoire of Jesus, of Saint memory. The latter accepted him with joy on the excellent testimony which had been given to him, and his scrutinizing and experienced eye was not long in noticing that the praises had remained below the merits; so she often repeated to her council that my Sister Stanislas was a little treasure for the community. Yes, a treasure of skill and good taste! What graceful and artistic works were not capable of his needle, his pen and his brush in the service of his fertile imagination and his skilful fingers? But above all treasure of religious spirit; for in the end this is the true and solid merit, which constitutes the value of the Carmelite.
As soon as she arrived, our late Sister resumed our holy Observances with inexpressible enthusiasm and gaiety: the bird that has escaped the hunter's net does not soar in a faster flight into sunny space! It was because his soul had rediscovered its true element; henceforth she could, exposed to the effluvia of grace and under the wise and prudent direction of her pious Prioress, blossom and bear fruit. The expectation of. divine Master and the hope of the Community were not frustrated; we saw her, this pious companion, especially since her profession which she made after the past year, on the feast of the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin, advancing rapidly in the path of perfection and thus showing how much she had deepened the obligations imposed on her by her title of Spouse of Jesus, of Jesus the great persecuted, the scourged, the flouted, the crucified of all the centuries and perhaps even more so of ours.
But let her portray herself for a moment and sum up her inner occupation in the following few lines taken from notes written after a retreat, in the form of resolutions:
“Generosity, humility, constancy, trust in God! To throw my past miseries into the Heart of Jesus, as one gets rid of a bundle of dirty linen... Generosity. — Refuse nothing, not only to the Régie, to what conscience demands, but also to all the requirements of grace... Humility. — Keep me always down to earth like the sole of our alpargatas; to want to be treated like this without consideration and let me be put under my feet without a murmur. Constancy in continuing the practices of penance and humility which have been permitted to me; multiply them when possible; never to desist from it in spite of disgust and repugnance; always march forward... Die and pray... Die to everything...; let me go round and round at the pleasure of my Superiors. — To become a saint at all costs... Often tell myself that I came to religion to sanctify myself... At death what would I like to have done for God? How would I like to have treated my body?... I will see God in my Superiors and I will obey them blindly... Consistency, constancy, constancy in punishing myself for the smallest faults, even the involuntary feelings that I will experience against the humility or any other virtue... Constancy in maintaining the thought that I am in the midst of my Sisters like a slave; now the slave is the lowest person in the house; she has for her part only the worst in life, in clothing, in the bedroom and in the offices; she does not lay claim to honors and employments any more than to favors and caresses; she suffers rejection, contempt, even blows without complaining; she obeys everyone and everyone commands her... This is what I want to boast about and say with the Prophet: “O God! I am your slave and the slave of your servants. » Detachment from the heart. "Never amuse myself with trifles that please the senses and make you forget that thousands of souls expect the grace of their conversion from my sacrifices... I am a Carmelite, that is to say a public penitent, an expiator , voluntary victim and this until death!... All for God, nothing for me! All by God, nothing by me! All from God, nothing from me!...”
Then comes the enumeration of the numerous practices of penitence and humility that his zeal for many years suggested to him for the reparation of the outraged glory of God, for the Church and for sinners. Like our seraphic Mother, she groaned over the blindness of souls running to the abyss; like the heart of the great saint, hers suffered to see her God so little loved, the captive Holy Father, the persecuted Church, France, our poor France so debased because she forgets the God who crowned her of glories as long as she proved herself worthy of her title of "Eldest Daughter of the Church". Oh ! how eloquent she was our good Sister, when, in recreation or better still in the private conversations which the solemnities of Easter and Christmas authorize and bring back, conservation turned on her favorite subjects! Just as she made all the causes that were recommended to us her own, whether they were sorrows to be consoled, ills to be cured, but above all, above all, souls to be converted. She would have liked to close hell and throw all these poor souls into the bosom of divine Mercy; one saw her strongly affected by the news that some sinner had refused, on his deathbed, the help of religion, or by the story of some public scandal. She could have, in these circumstances and without exaggeration, repeated to us the words of our Father Saint Elijah: “I burn with zeal for the Lord God of hosts. If the great goodness of his heart inclined him towards all suffering, could that of the Souls in Purgatory have been indifferent to him? Oh ! no, and the fervor she displayed in gaining indulgences applicable to them by devoting herself to practices of piety and by frequently reciting prayers which are most enriched by them, as well as the touching terms in which she spoke to us of evils of these captive saints eloquently proved to us the compassion they inspired in him.
The piety of our Sister was not nourished by sterile enthusiasms, quite the contrary, but she drew her strength and her sweetness, as her notes have already revealed to you, in the vivacity of her faith which made her see the action divine in all events. This is why the trials and the crosses that Providence arranged for her, in the course of her religious career, always found her to be similar to herself. But not being able to enter into details which would go beyond the limits of a circular letter, we will content ourselves with relating the circumstances in which he needed, it seems to us, more courage and supernatural spirit; we want to speak of the multiple bereavements which should have broken his heart so tender and so affectionate; especially those of his mother, his father and his brother removed so quickly from this world that the news of their death reached St-Flour with that of their illness. Our dear Sister overcame herself to such an extent that she did not want to be dispensed from any act of community, not even from the refectory or recreation, responding to the testimonies of our sympathy with these admirable words: "May the holy will of God be always loved and blessed! And may my pain serve to relieve this father, this mother, this brother so beloved! »
This energy was combined in my Sister Stanislas with a great friendliness, a great deal of delicacy in the procedures, which really made her cherished by each of us. The share of holy joy and fraternal friendship that she brought to our family life, we now understand by the emptiness she left! Our young Sisters will never forget her tender compassion for their ordeals as novices, the words of hope that she was able to speak to them about them, her eloquence in pleading the cause of their reception and finally the thousand marks she gave of her predilection for the novitiate.
It was not, however, without struggle that she was thus mistress of herself: the Lord wanted, in order to enrich her crown, that, in the life of Carmel, her virtues should be the fruit of struggle and self-denial. Perfect. For a period of twenty-five to thirty years, she had to endure harsh and painful inner pains, especially since she offered herself as a victim for the salvation of her brother who, after having been brought up like her in the best principles, had emancipated himself to the point of forgetting all his Christian duties. "The good Lord took me at my word, she told us, and only He can know what I suffered until the edifying death of this brother who only preceded her by five years in the eternity. We will therefore place a discreet veil over these intimate sufferings which, moreover, we have known only too incompletely to tell the story. What is certain is that they were for this generous soul like the crucible from which she emerged purified, all beautiful in the eyes of the celestial Spouse, that is to say, perfectly humble, detached from creation, such finally that we have either the grace to know it in the intimacy of our spiritual conversations: it was the candor, the simplicity, the docility of youth happily united with the wisdom, the experience and the maturity of the age. She needed to live, so to speak, by her Superiors. “Make us gods who go before us,” said the people of Israel to Aaron in their ingratitude; this word, but in a very different sense, our dear Sister seemed to have appropriated it, so much her faith and her love made her consider as walking before her, to show her the way, these visible gods, images of the great God who had all his heart. It was these feelings that inspired her with boundless confidence not only for our Bishop and venerated Superior, for our worthy Father Confessors, but also for her Prioresses in whom she venerated, above all, the authority with which they were vested.
We have not yet mentioned his zeal to recite the holy office and yet it deserves to be pointed out. The divine psalmody transported her. "It is the language of angels," she would say; with what ardor our souls must not be kindled to unite with these blessed spirits! And her singularly melodious voice supported and enlivened the song so well that it seemed to lose its monotony. It was particularly in the office of Sub-Prioress that my Sister Stanislas revealed her profound knowledge of Rubrics and Ceremonial at the same time as her tender piety towards the Most Blessed Sacrament. We then saw her assiduous in foreseeing, with extreme care, what could have caused some fault in the choir, soliciting or organizing rehearsals, exercises, so that the ceremonies were done together, and showing herself as a theory. alive.
In the office of first sacristan entrusted to her later, she was able to satisfy her pious desires for the ornamentation of the chapel and the pomp of divine worship; exceptional circumstances enabled him, in fact, to enrich the sacristy with ornaments, flowers, candlesticks and other relatively precious effects; also his happiness was great when, on the days of our solemnities, the altar, adorned with all its gilding, sparkled with a thousand lights. Ah! she would have liked to give here below, in our modest chapel, to the divine prisoner of the tabernacle, all the love he receives in heaven, and to surround the throne of the hidden God with all the brilliance of that of the God of glory. The pretty embroideries, the delicious paintings from her hands, as well as her benefactions, will publish for a long time, in our little Carmel, how much she loved the beauty of the house of the Lord. Her tender devotion to the Blessed Virgin whose image she filially kissed each evening and recited the rosary; to Saint Joseph, guide of the interior life and our beloved Father; his worship for the Holy Relics: were also remarkable. With what joy did she not see herself entrusted with the office of the reliquaries! What graceful and artistic works did she not invent, not only to create resources for her community but to honor the saints in their sacred bones!
“I will be judged by my holy Rule”, we read again in his notes: this is what explains to us his assiduity at work as a poor volunteer; the restraint of his gaze; the grave and modest composition of his bearing; his application to observe silence; its industries to have its share, in the measure of its forces, in the common work; his joy at being assigned some small weekday office; his efforts to attend Matins despite sufficient indisposition to excuse him. All the virtues, in a word, flourished in this beautiful soul.
The frail health of our late Sister had frequently compelled her to break the fast, even abstinence, and to receive other reliefs. However, as no lesion had occurred and she still retained an activity and an air of youth surprising for her age, we hoped to celebrate her golden wedding anniversary and to take, in this circumstance, by our songs and our decorations, an amiable revenge for all the gracious compliments in which his poet's lyre has, for so many years, celebrated the feasts of his Prioresses and all our family rejoicings.
This winter, however exceptionally harsh, had left her on her usual little train, when, suddenly, she felt seized by a violent pain in the chest and an excessive cold followed by vomiting. It was Sunday, January 18, around 10 o'clock in the morning, in her cell where she had retired after thanksgiving. Warned in all haste by the noise she made to call for help, we arrived near her with several of our Sisters and led her to the infirmary, in order to give her first aid while waiting for the arrival of the doctor. . The latter noted angina pectoris and, without wishing to frighten us by the announcement of an imminent danger, he nevertheless let us understand the seriousness of the illness. Our first move, in this sad conjuncture, was to immediately inform our ecclesiastical superiors. Bishop Lamouroux. our extraordinary confessor, who deigns to say community Mass to us every day, had the happy inspiration of wanting to judge for himself the state of our dear Sister and came in the evening to pay her a visit. It was indeed the divine Master who, watching over his faithful wife, so opportunely brought to her bedside the minister of his mercies in whom she had boundless confidence, so that, reimmersed in the salutary bath of the sacrament of penance, she could to bear his sufferings with greater courage, to acquire more numerous merits, and to appear purer and more beautiful at his dreadful tribunal.
The dear patient, who had often said to us, when she was in perfect health: "At least, don't let me die without the sacraments", felt carried at this moment, no doubt by a secret presentiment of her approaching end, to take advantage of the presence of our revered Father to purify his soul and asked to go to confession right away. She did so without the slightest trouble, without the slightest apprehension, with feelings of the liveliest faith and of perfect resignation to the holy will of God. Nothing, however, giving any indication of the nearness of the outcome, it was decided that if the next day the vomiting had ceased she would receive Holy Viaticum and then Extreme Unction. But unfortunately ! God mattered without us. After spending part of the day talking to our dear patient, mainly about the happiness hidden in suffering and the traits of resemblance she gives us with our divine Saviour, we left her very quiet in the evening, leaving her at home. care of her charitable nurse whom she had greatly edified by her recollection and her unfailing patience. The night was quite calm, that is to say, our good Sister did not suffer from violent pains but continued to reject the ordered potions and gradually weakened. Around 6:1 a.m., during a mass that was being celebrated in the chapel, she uttered a painful moan, stretched out her hands towards the Nursing Sister, fixing on her a gaze which seemed to say what her tongue could no longer utter: Don't see - don't you think I'm dying?
At the same time his face took on a livid tint, his arms fell and stiffened, his eyes closed: it was agony. At the sound of the alarm bell, we all ran; the holy mass was coming to an end, and to claim a sacrifice in union with his own, could our Jesus have chosen the moment better?..,. While our Sisters, trying to control their emotion, recited the prayers of the Manual; that we ourselves, with a broken heart, presented to the lips of the dying beloved his dear crucifix and suggested to her some pious invocations, the good priest so devoted to our Carmel, Father Touzet, who had just celebrated at the The altar, giving itself only time to leave the chasuble, arrived early enough to perform the Holy Unctions and apply the plenary indulgence in articulo mortis, as we said at the beginning.
The last sigh of our late Sister was as peaceful as the sleep of the child cradled in the mother's arms; an air of peace, of such remarkable beatitude immediately spread over his features that Monsignor, our holy Bishop, deigned to offer us this fact as a powerful reason for consolation. Allow us, my Reverend Mother, to reproduce in its entirety this letter which expresses to us in exquisite terms the feelings with which His Lordship wishes to honor the smallest portion of his sheepfold, feelings which, at the same time, cover us with confusion. and excite our hearts to the liveliest gratitude. Let us also count on the help of your fervent prayers, so that Heaven may long preserve in our diocese such a holy and vigilant Pastor.
“My Reverend Mother,
I wanted every day, since the beginning of the year, to go and see you, but I hoped, every day too, that the next day the weather would perhaps be a little less bad. I now regret all the more that I did not come down all the same, as one of your good Sisters escaped you very quickly to take the road to heaven. I would have liked to bless her before her departure; but she will have received, we hope, at her entry into eternity, the blessing that the good Jesus intends for virgins who have generously renounced the world to become the spouses of his Heart. His death, it seems, was a sleep, the sleep of the soul which is going to rest in the bosom of its God. This death would even have been like a kind of ecstasy, according to those who were moved and edified witnesses. May the holy will of God be done! He wanted to withdraw this soul from the earth, to tear it away from its spiritual family who appreciated it and who would have liked to keep it for a long time yet. The sovereign Master of life and death had his designs. Once again, his will be done!
I owed a memory of prayers to this good Sister who, certainly, had prayed many times for her Bishop and who, I like to believe, will continue to pray for him before God. This memory, I gave it to him by offering the holy sacrifice of the mass for his intention.... This memory, I will still bring it to the holy altar.
I intend, my Reverend Mother, to bring you my blessing very soon, but in the meantime, receive it in anticipation, and for yourself and for all your dear community.
And always believe in my most paternal devotion in the Holy Hearts of Jesus and Mary.
F.-M.-BENJAMIN, Bishop of Saint-Flour. »
The funeral of our late deceased was as solemn as the extremely harsh weather allowed. Monsignor Lamouroux, by singing the mass, making the absolves and presiding over the sad ceremony, wanted to give to his spiritual daughter and to all of us a new mark of a devotion that dates back a long time, and for which he has acquired rights inexpressible to our subsidiary recognition.
MM. the Ecclesiastics who kindly showed us their pious sympathy by attending the funeral ceremony and those whom major reasons prevented from doing so but who so charitably associated themselves with our mourning, in particular the Vicar General Mercuy, to whom we We are indebted for so many good offices, and our so pious and so devoted confessor, the Abbé Aimé, canon, would like to receive here the expression of our gratitude. That of our late deceased will not fail them either, and her heart, which was overflowing with it in this world, will not allow her to forget the heavenly mission of supplicant.
She will not fail to make you also feel the effects, My Reverend Mother, for the suffrages of our Holy Order already requested and doubtless granted. By uniting our gratitude in advance to his, we dare to request the application of the indulgences of the Way of the Cross, those of the six Paters, a Communion of your fervent community, a few invocations to Saint Joseph, to our Mother Saint Thérèse, to Saint Stanislas her patron, to her Guardian Angel, objects of her tender devotion and all that your fraternal charity will inspire you to hasten the hour when she will be placed in possession of eternal glory and infinite happiness if some fault escapes human frailty still kept her in the place of expiation. It is at the foot of the cross that our divine Savior and in the sentiments of religious respect that we have the grace to say to one another, my Reverend Mother,
Your humble sister and servant
Sr Aimee of Jesus
RCI prioress
From our monastery of Saint-Joseph of the Carmelites of Saint-Flour,
the February 7 1891.
Saint Flour. — Typical. F. Boubounelle.
