Sometimes when the aforesaid creature was at sermons, where Duchemen and other men preached, teaching the laws of God, sudden sorrow and grief occupying her heart caused her to complain with mourning face for lack of understanding, desiring to be refreshed with some crumb of ghostly understanding unto her most trusted, and most entirely beloved Sovereign Lord, Christ Jesus, Whose melodious voice, sweetest of all delights, softly sounding in her soul, said:

     "I shall preach to thee, and teach thee Myself, for thy will and thy desire is acceptable unto Me."

     Then was her soul so delectably fed with the sweet dalliance of Our Lord, and so fulfilled of His love, that, as a drunken man, she turned herself first on one side, and then on the other with great weeping and sobbing, unable to keep herself stable for the unquenchable fire of love which burnt full sore in her soul.

     Then many people wondered at her, asking her what she ailed; to whom she, like a creature all wounded with love, and as if reason had failed, cried with a loud voice:

     The Passion of Christ slayeth me.' The good women, having compassion on her sorrow, and greatly marvelling at her weeping and her crying, much the more loved her. And therefore they, desiring to make her solace and comfort after her ghostly labour, by signs and tokens...for she understood not their speech...prayed her, and in a manner compelled her, to come home to them, anxious that she should not go from them.

     Then Our Lord sent her grace to have great love and great favour of many persons in Rome, both religious men and others. Some religious came to such persons of her countrymen as loved her and said:

     "This woman hath sown much good seed in Rome since she came hither; that is to say, shewn good example to the people, through which they love God more than they did before."

     On a time, this creature was in a church at Rome where the body of Saint Jerome lies buried, which was miraculously translated from Bethlehem into that place, and, there, is now held in a great worship beside the pace where Saint Lawrence lies buried. To this creature's ghostly sight appeared Saint Jerome, saying to her soul:

     "Blessed art thou, daughter, in the weeping that thou weepest for the people's sins, for many shall be saved thereby. And daughter, dread thee nothing, for it is a singular and special gift that God hath given thee...a well of tears which man shall never take from thee."

     With such manner of dalliance, he highly comforted her spirit, and also he made great praising and thanking to God for the grace He wrought in her soul, for unless she had had such ghostly comforts, it would have been impossible for her to have borne the shames and wonderings which she suffered patiently and meekly for the grace that God shewed in her.