Letter X. To a Religious Sister

The new year: the Infant Saviour.

O MY DEAR DAUGHTER — Let us employ this new year well, to acquire eternity. I see you, me seems, near the Infant of Bethlehem, and while kissing his feet begging him to be your King. Abide there, my dear daughter, and learn of him to be meek, humble, simple and amiable.

Let your soul, like a mystical bee, never leave this dear little King, but make its honey around him, in him and for him; indeed let it draw its honey from him, whose lips are all overflowing with grace, and on them, far more happily than they were seen on those of St. Ambrose, holy bees, collected in a swarm, do their sweet and gracious work.