I rejected every offer with disdain.

My heart remained without a Master till chance conducted me to the Cathedral of the Capuchins.

Oh! surely on that day my Guardian Angel slumbered neglectful of his charge! Then was it that I first beheld you: You supplied the Superior's place, absent from illness.

You cannot but remember the lively enthusiasm which your discourse created.
Oh! how I drank your words! How your eloquence seemed to steal me from myself! I scarcely dared to breathe, fearing to lose a syllable; and while you spoke, Methought a radiant glory beamed round your head, and your countenance shone with the majesty of a God.

I retired from the Church, glowing with admiration.