At ten years of age she was just what you see her now.

When she was nine her father and mother expired together, without pain or visible malady, after naming the day and hour at which they would cease to be.

Standing at their feet she looked at them with a calm eye, not showing either sadness, or grief, or joy, or curiosity.

When we approached to remove the two bodies she said, 'Carry them away!' 'Seraphita,' I said, for so we called her, 'are you not affected by the death of your father and your mother who loved you so much ?' 'Dead ?' she answered, 'no, they live in me forever--That is nothing,' she pointed without emotion to the bodies they were bearing away.

I then saw her for the third time only since her birth.