'Your ministrations are superfluous,' he said; 'our child is to be without name on this earth.

You must not baptize in the waters of an earthly Church one who has just been immersed in the fires of Heaven.

This child will remain a blossom, it will not grow old; you will see it pass away.

You exist, but our child has life; you have outward senses, the child has none, its being is always inward.' These words were uttered in so strange and supernatural a voice that I was more affected by them than by the shining of his face, from which light appeared to exude.

His appearance realized the phantasmal ideas which we form of inspired beings as we read the prophesies of the Bible.