SMOKE IN THIS LIFE, NOT THE NEXT

Sat, Jul 4 — Independence Day Iceman: MASS • First Saturday

Virtue: Freedom & Responsibility

Cigar: Bold, celebratory (Habano)

Bourbon: Uncle Nearest 1856 – historic, dignified

Reflection: “What liberty do I steward with love?”

Notes: Macy’s Fireworks • Tour de France underway

Anna Felicia, who succeeded her in office, went to the sacristy and was about to enter, when she heard moans which appeared to come from the interior of the room. Somewhat afraid, she hastened to open the door; there was no one. Again she heard moans, and so distinctly that, notwithstanding her ordinary courage, she felt herself overpowered by fear. “Jesus! Mary!” she cried, “what can that be?”

She had not finished speaking when she heard a plaintive voice, accompanied with a painful sigh, “Oh! my God, how I suffer! Oh Dio, che peno tanto!” The sister, stupefied, immediately recognized the voice of poor Sister Teresa.

Then the room was filled with a thick smoke, and the spirit of Sister Teresa appeared, moving towards the door, and gliding along by the wall. Having reached the door, she cried aloud, “Behold a proof of the mercy of God.” Saying these words, she struck the upper panel of the door, and there left the print of her right hand, burnt in the wood as with a red‑hot iron. She then disappeared.