October 22, 1889.
MY DEAREST CÉLINE, -- I send you a picture of the Holy Face. The contemplation of this Divine subject seems to me to belong in a special way to my little sister, truly the sister of my soul. May she be another Veronica, and wipe away all the Blood and Tears of Jesus, her only Love! May she give Him souls! May she force her way through the soldiers -- that is, the world -- to come close to His side. . . . Happy will she be when she sees in Heaven the value of that mysterious draught with which she quenched the thirst of her Heavenly Spouse; when she sees His Lips, once parched with burning thirst, speaking to her the one eternal word -- love, and the thanks which shall have no end. . . .
Good-bye, dear little Veronica; to-morrow, no doubt, your Beloved will ask some new sacrifice, a fresh relief for His thirst . . . but |let us go and die with Him!|