LT 62 - To Marie Guérin

LT 62                  From Thérèse to Marie Guérin.

September 1888


Carmel, Thursday

Jesus +

My dear little Sister,

I had already begun to write you on Tuesday evening, and just now I wanted to continue my letter, but the things I was telling you are not what I want to tell you today so I have instead begun it over again.

Thanks for your delightful letter; if Madame de Sévigné had written me, this would not have given me as much pleasure....

Though my little cousin thinks about me often, I, too, am often close to her in spirit. Like you, I have to hear my little Marie spoken about frequently, and above all to speak about her myself. So to satisfy myself, when conversing with God about my dear lit­tle sister, I have never any fear that He will find that I'm speaking too long about her, for I am sure that my little Marie is deeply within His Heart.

Dear little imp, how many things I have to tell you, but how quickly the time is passing; I see it escaping me with a frightful ra­pidity. It's late, and I am writing you in the light of your dear little lamp. You can see that my handwriting reflects my eagerness. What consoles me for having such an ugly handwriting is the thought that in heaven we will no longer need this means of com­municating our thoughts; and this is really fortunate for me. . . .

Yesterday, I received a visit, and I give you a hundred guesses. ... A beautiful woman of the WORLD, her dear hus­band, a tall Mademoiselle of sixteen, a Monsieur of fourteen. Did you guess?. . . It is the godmother, who used to plant the ver­bena . . . . She was accompanied by her niece Th. Gilbert and her nephew Pierre. High society! If you had only seen her in the speak- room. She was almost singing: "Que mon coeur, que mon coeur a de peine," when seeing us behind the grille.

It's time that my chattering come to an end. I haven't, however, said anything interesting to my dear little cousin. But what can you expect from a person like me, who writes without paying any atten­tion to the fact that the paper is being filled with banalities when she has so many serious things to say?. . . Pardon me!. . .

I am coming to an end, dear little Marie, asking you a favor; you would be very kind if you could, when taking a walk in your beautiful park, find some little pieces of dried moss, some bark from a tree, etc.... This is for making little things, such as cribs, for example. If this is any trouble to you, don't bring me any; it's only if you find some when taking a walk.

I was very sorry that dear Aunt was sick; I think very much of her, and I am praying for her prompt cure. Hug her very TIGHT­LY for her little daughter, however, not in a way to hurt her!. .

Hug, too, for me DEAR little Jeanne and Céline and Hélène. For those who are not sick I have no pity, so I beg you to hug them as tightly as you can.

I can see, dear little Marie, that all my kisses are not coming to an end. However, I am not at the end, for I haven’t given you any, who are charged with distributing everything. So I beg all the dear persons to whom you are going to give these kisses to return them to you as much as they can. I doubt that my request will be carried out, so I hug you from my heart, but very strongly, so strongly that you had a boil, it would burst just like the time before the trip to Rome.

Your little sister

Thérèse of the Child Jesus

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