He served us admirably for three days. Without him we might have found it impossible to take the sea. He was the last to shake hands with us several hours after the boat had left the shore. One may imagine his joy and his comments when he learned the name of the festival on which we were leaving our friends at Mans. A few weeks before we had made together one of the three hundred and sixty-five pilgrimages which he published some years later in his beautiful Annee a Marie, in 2 vols.

I knew his admirable love of the Mother of God: he thanked her as only saints know how to thank heaven for deeply felt favors. I said my office in the coach--vespers and matins: I never felt happier; it seemed the Blessed Virgin claimed not only my thoughts and affections, but my whole life: she wanted all I could give. Oh! how glad I would have been to give her something worth offering and receiving! My only consolation then was to make no reserve. But insignificant as was my poor return, she seemed to accept it.