tirely alienated from Him. He answered in such a manner, as if he had
known, by a supernatural light, the frightful description I had given
of myself.

In the midst of my miseries, Geneva came into my mind, a singular
manner, which caused me many fears. "What," said I, "to complete my
reprobation, shall I go to such an excess of impiety, as to quit the
faith through apostacy? (The inhabitants of Geneva being generally
Protestant Calvinists.) Am I then about quitting that church, for which
I would give a thousand lives? Or, shall I ever depart from that faith
which I would even wish to seal with my blood?" I had such a distrust
of myself, that I dared hope for nothing, but had a thousand reasons
for fear. Nevertheless the letter which I had received from Father La
Combe, in which he wrote me an account of his present disposition,
somewhat similar to mine, had such an effect, as to restore peace and
calmness to my mind. I felt myself inwardly united to him, as to a
person of great fidelity to the grace of God. Afterward a woman
appeared to me in a dream to be come down from Heaven, to tell me that
God demanded me at Geneva.

About eight or ten days before Magdalene's day, 1680, it came into my
mind to write to Father La Combe, and to request him, if he received my
letter before that day, to pray particularly for me. It was so ordered,
contrary even to my expectations, that he received my letter on St.
Magdalene's eve, and when praying for me the next day, it was said to
him, thrice over, with much power, "Ye shall both dwell in one and the
same place." He was very much surprised, as he never had received
interior words before. I believe, O my God, that that has been much
more verified, both in our inward sense and experience, and in the same
crucifying events which have befallen us, pretty much alike; and in
Thyself, who art our dwelling, than in any temporal abode.

CHAPTER 27

On that happy Magdalene's Day my soul was perfectly delivered from all
its pains. It had already begun since the receipt of the first letter
from Father La Combe, to recover a new life. It was then only like that
of a dead person raised, though not yet unbound from grave clothes. On
this day I was, as it were, in perfect life, and set wholly at liberty.
I found myself as much raised above nature, as before I had been
depressed under its burden. I was inexpressibly overjoyed to find Him,
whom I thought I had lost forever, returned to me