My heart began to palpitate, for no Catholic ever made more faithful confessions to his absolving priest, than I to my only parent.

Were I capable of concealing any thing from her, I should have thought myself false and deceitful.

With feelings of love and reverence kindred to those with which I regarded my Heavenly Father, I looked up to her, the incarnate angel of my life.

This expression has been so often used it does not seem to mean much; but when I say it, I mean all the filial heart is capable of feeling.

I was poor in fortune, but in her goodness rich.