Live thus, that the world may recognise the Truth by your fruits, that your brothers may recognise by your fruits that you belong to Christ." Don Clemente, distressed by his laboured breathing, bent over him, and, in a low voice, begged him to rest.

Benedetto took his hand, and pressed it, and was silent for a few seconds.

Then raising his great shining eyes to Don Clemente's face, he said, _"Hora ruit."_ And he resumed: "Let each one perform his religious duties as the Church prescribes, according to strict justice and with perfect obedience.

Do not give your union a name, or speak collectively, or draw up rules, beyond those I have dictated! Love one another, love is enough.

Communicate with one another.