The infinite majesty of God, whose nature is the fullness of the being who created all things without creating things out of any necessity, that mighty and terrible God who works miracles in Heaven and on earth, who walks on the backs of great eagles and causes the world’s hills to fold beneath the ways of His eternity, who calls things that are not, as well as things that are, who carries all with the word of his power, who just nods and the universe bends to his command, who touches the mountains and they smoke, who looks at the earth and it throbs, who shouts at the sea and in fear it withdraws, infinite wisdom that sees all in the dense fog of the future, who penetrates all the nooks and crannies of the present and scrutinises hearts, who writes and engraves in indelible characters the journal of human life, this provident and most merciful God, in his immense charity, in his eternal decrees established that more than thirty years ago in the beautiful month of May when nature smiles, he would have to write in the book of life the venerated name of a predestined soul who, on the 21st, came to breathe her first breath of life on earth in the immense barren lands of the freezing north. Then by disposition of Providence, this soul left the joys of her native lands and came to the heart of Catholicism to renounce Photius’s false doctrines, bow her devout head before the tomb of the fisherman of Galilee and spend her days among sufferings and joys in the service of the Lord.
Lady Countess! The 21st, the anniversary of your precious birth, is a blessed day, a holy day, a predestined day that recalls God’s mercy. Therefore on that day, if God gives me life, I too will be glad to participate in the beloved Carpegna family’s jubilee to celebrate your most fortunate birth. Since I shall be far from Rome and unable to share in the family’s joy in person, I nevertheless flatter myself that I shall take part in that celebration as though I were present. Since the centre of communication between our hearts is God who binds them, although we are far apart, in the sacred bond of the most loyal friendship and sincerest affection, please accept my heartfelt congratulations and good wishes for all your life. And in order that my sentiments may be sanctified by religion, on that most propitious day I shall celebrate the Holy Sacrifice to the Sacred Heart for you, so that Providence may deign to pour down upon your head the torrent of his divine graces and the river of his earthly blessings.
I take this opportunity to pray you to write tome at length, at your leisure and if it is not damaging to your health, about you and the family, and what has happened this year. I know I also have many things to write to you about in reply to the last of your dear letters which I have received this year, which are all the dearer to me since you wrote them in a rather poor state of health: I cannot write immediately because I am extremely busy. Remember me with all my love to my dear Count, to Guido, to Fr Luigi, to Mannucci, to the friends, to Mazzoni, etc., etc., as in the midst of my daily preaching I have the fortune to sign myself “éternellement”
your most devoted