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chains of iron, even to effusion of blood. 
Once when assaulted by the devil As- 
modes, she rolled herself, all naked, 
upon faggots of thorn. At the end of 
the five years, she got out of this gulf, 
and then her divine husband (Jesus 
Christ) gave her his own heart in the 
preseuce of St. Angel, a martyr of her 
order, and of St. Catharine, of Sienna. 
He alsa placed a crown of thorns upon 
her head, and imprinted~ the sacred 
stigmati (or wounds) on her feet, hands, 
and side. 
In another ecstacy, of twenty-six 
hours continuance, she felt in her body 
a lively image of all our Saviour’s pas- 
sion, imitating it, as if she had follow- 
ed him step by step. She seemed first 
to enter into the garden of Olives, 
where she felt the agonies of his death- 
like sorrow, and bloody sweat ; thence, 
as if loaded with irons, and bound with 
cords, she passed through the cloisters, 
as he passed through the streets of Je- 
rusalem. She was tied to a pillar and 
eruelly whipped, crowned with thorns, 
shewn to the people, and then loaded 
with a cross; and thus going to the 
oratory, and there lying down with 
her back on the ground, she stretched 
out her hands and feet to be nailed to 
the cross; and half an hour after, rais- 
ing herself (ail stiff as she was) upon 
her feet, without bending arms or legs, 
and throwing herself against the wall, 
she distinctly pronounced the seven 
words uttered by Jesus on the cross. 
Tm fine, pronouncing the words—hav- 
ing bowed his head he gave up the 
ghost—she was about to fall with great 
impetuosity to the ground; but the 
nuns present received her in their arms. 
Upon coming out of this ecstacy, she 
appeared beautiful as an angel of Hea- 
ven, aud seemed to participate of the 
resurrection of her Saviour, as well as 
of his cross. She had also good share 
of the lights of his glory, and of the 
splendours of his eternal generation. 
Three nights snecessively she was ad- 
mitied to the cabinet of the most holy 
trinity, and saw things which may be 
tasted by the favour of the gift of wis- 
dom, but cannot be explained by words. 
In the year 1592, she had private and 
familiar entertainment with the first 
person of the most holy Trinity. All 
these graces and diyine communications 
kindied in her breast the fire of love, 
so ardent and vigourous, that she often- 
times cried out “O love, I can no 
Jouger support thy flames! O love, re- 
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enter Into thyself, my heart is not able 
to contain and support thee.” And it 
was needful that she fetched a basin of 
cold water to put her arms in, and to 
pour it upon her breast, in order to 
cool heryself.”’ 
Now, one of two things is certain: 
the writers of these statements, either 
believed these miraculous stories or 
disbelieved them. If they believed 
them, must we not regard them as some 
of the most credulous and pusillani- 
mous men that have ever existed: and 
if they disbelieved them, yet reported 
them as facts, the appellation they de- 
serve presents ifself to every reader. 
Hence Mosheim and Dr. Middleton 
express their opinions, that they were 
biassed by a false zeal or interest, to 
propagate a known lic. (Inquiry, p. 130.) 
What ailed these noted creatures is 
sufficiently apparent; their miserable 
condition is one of the blessed effects 
of confining poor girls in convents. 
However, it will not be disputed, that 
when persons are educated to teach, 
and others to believe, profess, and by 
every possible means, propagate a non~ 
sensical, fanatical, deceitful and perse- 
cuting religion, they cannot be more 
effectually prepared, than by reading 
the romantic lives and lying legends 
of these saints, with much devotion, 
believing the absurdities and miracles 
pretended to be wrought by them. 
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—a—— 
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
SIR, 
A S your useful pages admit facts in 
preference to falsehoods, I beg to 
submit an useful one in reference to 
apple trees. 
Your correspondents, H. S. Mitchell 
and S. W. are respectfully informed 
thata gentleman at Littlebury, in Essex, 
having in his orchard many old sup- 
posed worn-out apple trees, which pro- 
duced fruit scarcely larger than a wall- 
nut, he last winter took fresh made 
lime from the kiln, slaked it with 
water, and well dressed them with a 
brush, and theresult was, that theinsects 
and moss were completely destroyed, 
the outer rind fell off, and a new 
smooth, clear. healthy one formed, and 
the trees, although some twenty years 
old, have now a most healthy appear- 
ance. 
The gentleman who has favoured me 
with this fact, has dressed many of his 
old moss-eaten trees in his orchard at 
2F Granchester, 
